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An Yongchang trembled and instinctively shook his head frantically.

"It wasn't me! Master, it wasn't me!"

His voice trembled with fear, and his face turned deathly pale.

"For so many years, I have followed your instructions and kept all men away from her completely! I have investigated every man she has ever been in contact with, from her classmates, colleagues, and business partners since childhood! No one has had a chance to get close to her!"

The man in black robes remained silent for a few seconds, his dark red eyes still fixed on him like a venomous snake eyeing its prey.

"What about Chen Mo?" His voice was even colder.

An Yongchang shook his head repeatedly, cold sweat pouring down his forehead:

"Impossible! Chen Mo has been under our surveillance the whole time! I had people watching him every time he met An Lan; there was absolutely no chance of them being alone together!"

"He's always just a pawn in my game!"

"Everything he did was just my manipulation. The fake marriage between him and An Lan was merely a ploy to infiltrate the Chen family, just like how I planted An Fang in the Tong family!"

Listening to their conversation, An Lan felt a chill run down her spine and spread throughout her body.

My cousin...

Unbeknownst to them, they had somehow extended their reach into the entire Jiangzhou region.

It turned out to be the case.

and!

She finally understood.

Why have I had almost no female friends throughout my life?

Why do her parents always intentionally or unintentionally guide her away from boys, so that she can focus all her energy on her studies and career?

Why did she become such a cold and aloof person, making everyone feel that she was unapproachable?

Everything!

They were all arranged and manipulated by someone!

Just so she can remain "pure"!

To make a wedding dress for... An Yongchang.

Her life was a joke from beginning to end.

A joke that has been meticulously crafted over two decades.

"You bitch!"

An Yongchang suddenly stood up, turned his head and pointed at An Lan, his face full of anger.

"Who did you sleep with?!"

Snapped!

As he spoke, he slapped An Lan hard across the face.

The sound was crisp and clear.

An Lan covered her face, turned her head, and looked at him coldly.

Looking at his furious expression, and at his complete breakdown due to the failure of his plan.

She suddenly smiled.

It was very light and faint, yet it conveyed an indescribable sense of relief.

Did she ruin their plans?

That's great.

The man in black robes ignored An Yongchang's roar. His withered fingers moved rapidly as he muttered incantations.

The symbols on the ground began to glow faintly, as if they had come to life.

Twisting, pulsating.

He began arranging these strange objects on the ground, seemingly deducing something.

He shook his head as he deduced the problem, muttering to himself:

"Impossible...impossible..."

"Why did this happen...? More than twenty years of planning... more than twenty years..."

"Who... ruined my plans!"

"Who... stole my fruit!"

"Who is it!"

......

An Yongchang had never seen his master look like this before, and he began to panic.

"Master, Master..."

He turned and leaned closer, his voice trembling.

"Can I still absorb the Yin energy within her? Can I still become a successor of ancient martial arts? Isn't she a Yin spirit? Shouldn't she be able to…?"

"Shut up!"

The man in black robes suddenly raised his head, his dark red eyes coldly staring at An Yongchang.

At that moment, An Yongchang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his mouth agape, not daring to utter a single word.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

The man in black robes remained silent for a few seconds, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Blood...yes! Blood!"

He muttered to himself, his voice becoming excited.

"Although her yin essence is gone, her blood remains! The blood also contains the power of the yin spirit, though its effect is greatly reduced, it's still useful!"

As he spoke, he floated up like a ghost.

Yes, it's fluttering.

His feet didn't even touch the ground.

The speed was so fast that An Lan had no time to react.

She only felt a blur before her eyes, and a withered, cold hand had already grabbed her wrist.

Bone-chilling cold.

"you!"

Just as An Lan was about to struggle, she felt a sharp pain in her wrist.

With a light scratch of his fingernail, the man in the black robe left a bloody mark on her fair wrist!

The bright red blood was particularly striking under the moonlight.

Fresh blood kept gushing from the wound.

The man in black robes produced a small bowl from somewhere and caught it all.

Not a single drop was wasted.

With a slight tug of his thin fingers, the rate at which blood flowed out suddenly accelerated.

Once some blood had accumulated in the small bowl, he lifted it up and drank it down.

He even felt unsatisfied and licked the rim of the bowl.

"Master, Master..."

An Yongchang, who was standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded.

He watched helplessly as his master, the one whom the An family had treated as an honored guest for decades, was brought before him.

That reclusive master whom I kowtowed to and served day and night.

At this moment, it is like a thirsty beast, greedily drinking blood.

He repeated these actions over and over, squeezing An Lan's blood into the bowl, and then swallowing it in one gulp.

The morning light streamed in through the doorway, illuminating the black-robed man's raised face.

It was a gaunt, pale face, almost skeletal, with skin wrinkled like dry tree bark, clinging tightly to the bones.

His eyes were sunken, his pupils bulged, and they were bloodshot, now glowing with an eerie red light.

Crimson blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, staining his black robe and the ground...

An Yongchang felt a chill run through his body and instinctively took a step back.

It's not that...

Do you want to become a successor of ancient martial arts?

Wasn't the plan to extract her yin essence and transfer it to himself?

But why...

Is Master drinking An Lan's blood himself?

An ominous premonition came over me.

But he dared not speak, and could only stand there, trembling all over.

An Lan's face grew paler and paler.

She could feel the blood draining from her body, and even her strength was dissipating.

The most helpless thing is that she can't do anything.

Like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

The wound on my wrist burned with pain, but the pain in my heart was even worse.

My vision began to blur, my ears were ringing, and everything in front of me felt unreal.

She struggled to push away the withered hand, but she couldn't muster any strength. The hand gripped her wrist like an iron clamp, refusing to budge.

I'm so dizzy...

My body felt lighter and lighter, as if I could float away at any moment.

Just as she was about to collapse, a figure appeared in her blurred vision.

The figure burst through the dilapidated wooden door.

With a loud "bang," wood chips flew everywhere.

He charged at her like a raging beast.

Lin Xuan?

In a daze, An Lan's lips curled into a slight smile.

Unexpectedly, the last person I thought of before I died...

It was him.

Then, she could no longer hold on, and her body went limp and she fell backward.

Just before she landed, a pair of strong arms caught her steadily.

"An Lan! An Lan!!"