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Yes.

An Lan.

The high-ranking female president of the An Group, the most dazzling figure among the younger generation of the An family, is actually just a tool.

A puppet.

Bai Bing has told her this in person these past few days.

She was an orphan, abandoned at birth, and adopted by the An family.

The adoption of her was not out of kindness, but simply because of a single sentence from someone.

She possesses a "Yin Spirit Physique" that is a rare find, occurring only once in a century.

At the time, she didn't understand what the word meant and thought Bai Bing was joking with her.

But it wasn't until I heard from her that I realized I was the best "supplement" and the best "container" for people who practice ancient martial arts.

Moreover, she cultivated the Yin energy they needed within her body.

When the Yin energy reaches its peak, it can be extracted and transferred to others!

It can completely transform an ordinary person!

It's even possible to cultivate Yin Spirit magic!

And that "other person" was... An Yongchang.

The only male heir in the direct line of the An family.

He studied under a master since childhood and rarely went out; in fact, the outside world was unaware of this master's existence.

However, due to a lack of talent, he needed external assistance, and eventually found An Lan as that "external force".

From the day she was adopted, everything was already destined.

What career, what family honor, what parental love?

It was all an elaborate scam.

She has lived under surveillance since she was a child.

An Lan's life was destined from the very beginning.

An Yongchang stood in the courtyard, hands behind his back, watching An Lan walk over, a smile on his face:

"Are you done talking?"

Having learned the art of cultivating inner strength since childhood, he couldn't help but laugh at this moment.

From this day forward, I will transcend ordinary people!

An Lan did not answer, but simply walked closer.

An Yongchang smiled and said, "Don't worry, my master said you might not die. As long as you cooperate, I will..."

Before he could finish speaking, An Lan had already walked past him without stopping.

His smile froze for a moment, then he gave a cold laugh and said no more.

Cousin, family ties—they're all just tools in the face of becoming a successor of ancient martial arts!

He quickened his pace and caught up:

"My dear sister, don't worry, I will always remember you. With your will, I will lead the An family to glory! Hahaha..."

The laughter was jarring and echoed for a long time in the empty courtyard.

After the two had walked away, Bai Bing finally collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows and came before him.

He was a man in his fifties, dressed in dark loungewear, with a refined appearance.

But his face was filled with exhaustion and guilt.

Bai Bing looked up at that face, her lips trembling: "The child's father..."

The man didn't respond, but simply bent down and gently helped him up.

"Were we...wrong?" Bai Bing murmured.

The man remained silent for a long time, and finally said only three words:

"no way."

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An Yongchang led An Lan through numerous courtyards to the most secluded corner.

This place is far from residential areas and overgrown with weeds.

It is quite different from the exquisite elegance of the rest of the manor.

In the past, no one dared to come here.

Except for An Yongchang.

There was only one old house standing alone in the open space, with its doors and windows tightly closed, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

The sky was beginning to lighten, and a faint white edge was faintly visible on the eastern horizon.

An Yongchang walked to the door, took a deep breath, and knocked respectfully:

"Master?"

The room was deathly silent; there was no response.

An Yongchang waited a few seconds, then knocked again, lowering his voice:

"Master, the person has arrived."

A moment later, a hoarse voice came from inside the room:

"Come in..."

The sound was like a withered branch falling to the ground, broken and shattered.

Yet the sound penetrated clearly through the doors and windows, reaching their ears and sending chills down their spines.

An Yongchang reached out and pushed open the door.

A mixture of musty smells, blood, and some strange spices wafted over.

It was so strong it was almost suffocating.

An Lan, standing to the side, frowned and suppressed the urge to vomit.

Inside, it was pitch black.

It took her eyes several seconds to adjust.

In each of the four corners of the house, there was a black candle, emitting a faint glow.

The pale blue light offered no illumination whatsoever.

The ground was covered with complex symbols and patterns, crooked and densely packed.

It resembles some kind of ancient sacrificial formation.

Upon closer inspection, these symbols don't look like they were drawn with a paintbrush; they look more like they were carved into the floor tiles with something.

Dark red marks, like bloodstains, were faintly visible in the ravines.

In the very center of the house, a figure sat cross-legged.

The man was dressed in a long robe, completely covered from head to toe, so that his face could not be seen.

He just stood there with his head down, motionless, as if he had blended into the surrounding darkness.

A chilling aura slowly emanated from him, making the temperature inside the room considerably lower than outside.

An Yongchang strode forward, then stopped at the edge of the formation, not daring to step inside.

Then he knelt down very respectfully and kowtowed:

"Master, the person has been brought! But... why was the date brought forward by a few days? Weren't you still in seclusion?"

The man in black robes moved slowly.

His movements were extremely stiff, as if he hadn't moved in years.

The joints made a clear clicking sound, like an old machine starting up again.

He slowly raised his head.

In the darkness, the face of the man in the black robe could not be seen clearly; only a pair of eyes were noticeable.

It emitted an eerie dark red light.

His voice was hoarse and intermittent:

"Based on calculations... there will be an unexpected event a few days later... so..."

He had only spoken halfway when his gaze fell on An Lan, and he stopped abruptly.

Those dark red eyes stared intently at her, from top to bottom and from bottom to top.

Then, that gaze suddenly sharpened.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

click!

A few seconds later, the man in black robes suddenly raised his hand, not caring about making a crisp sound, and pointed at An Lan.

His voice became shrill and piercing, filled with unbelievable anger:

"Where is your Yin essence?!"

An Lan frowned, staring at the absurd and bizarre scene before her, utterly bewildered.

She had considered escaping, but the moment she learned the truth, she understood that the entire An family was a prison.

She has no way to escape.

An Yongchang stood frozen in place, looking at his shocked master, then at An Lan, and cautiously began to speak:

"Master... Master... What happened to her?"

The next second, all the candles in the room went out at the same time.

It wasn't the wind that extinguished it; it all went out at once.

It was as if an invisible hand was simultaneously extinguishing them.

in the dark.

Only those dark red eyes shone, staring intently at An Yongchang.

A chilling voice exploded in the silence, carrying with it boundless rage:

"Didn't I tell you to watch over her?! Who took her yin essence? Could it be...you?!"