I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

"Fine, I'll leave this useless body to you. Without a single 'Fate-Changing Coin,' this secret technique won't be very effective. Even if I were to revive you using your body, you wouldn't amount to much. You'd soon be suppressed again by the so-called 'righteous people.' It's not time yet. I'll patiently wait for that day to come..."

Chapter Fifty-Nine: He Has a Way to Die

So, the day after the rescue.

As usual, Huang Quan had nothing to do and spent his time listening to music in the brothel.

It's not that the music is particularly grand or elaborate; it's simply because the pastries at Chunfenglou are exceptionally soft, chewy, and delicious.

'Stare~'

The girl in front of him was staring at him intently.

He felt extremely uncomfortable under Liu Xiyao's gaze, but he quickly regained his composure: "You mean, the Lord of the Manor wants to see me? He needs to give a reason. He's a very busy person, why would he want to see me for no reason?"

He decided to swallow his pride and stared at Liu Xiyao with a puzzled look, asking her the same question back.

"No, how did you find your way here? Is this a place a girl like you should be in?"

But the girl's eyes showed none of the disdain or anything else Huang Quan had imagined.

She was staring intently at the pastries and dishes on the Yellow Springs table, her eyes shining.

Or perhaps she was only focused on the table full of delicious food from beginning to end.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she lamented the fate of Huang Quan Lai, a place of such debauchery, and wished she could take his place: "What are you eating? Break me some. You don't have any academic credits, how can you afford so much good food?"

Although Liu Xiyao used a questioning tone, she didn't hesitate at all when she was doing it.

She picked up a piece of braised pork, which trembled precariously on her chopsticks.

Gently slice downwards with your teeth. The next layer is fat, which is absolutely fatty but not greasy. The next layer is lean meat, which melts in your mouth. The layers are distinct, yet there are no sharp edges.

"Well, I actually went to that place yesterday on a mission from the academy. After completing the mission, I was supposed to get credits, right? But when I was collecting the credits, I was caught by the academy lord. He asked me why I wasn't the one who reported the location, and how I dealt with two opponents whose strength was far superior to mine."

"And then you confessed everything?"

After hearing Liu Xiyao's words, Huang Quan immediately became frustrated and as if he had suffered a great injustice: "Why don't you just say that your inner universe exploded? He would believe you 100% if you said that."

"Oh, is that so?" Seeing Huang Quan's appearance, Liu Xiyao suddenly realized, but also seemed to feel a little "apology": "You should go quickly, many people want this kind of opportunity but can't get it."

"Well, thank you so much~" Huang Quan said to Liu Xiyao in a helpless yet sarcastic tone after hearing this.

Of course, Liu Xiyao couldn't understand it.

To be honest, Huang Quan did not intend to meet the 'Lord of the Palace' so soon.

Or rather, as long as it doesn't involve oneself from beginning to end.

He has never attacked any of the 'Chosen Ones'.

Even Jiang Wanyu only took action after she made the three-year agreement.

First of all, if you want to find fault, you can always find one. All the claims about the 'Chosen One's' actions are An Ran's one-sided account. He doesn't want to decide a person's life or death based on things that haven't happened yet.

Of course, for people like Liang Feifan back then, you can only say that they were in a hurry to get on the road and you couldn't stop them.

From beginning to end, there was no evidence to prove that Enron was a good person.

Is she truly seeking justice for all? Or perhaps she has ulterior motives?

Secondly, what is the fate of those who oppose the 'Chosen One'?

Since An Ran said they couldn't be killed.

What gives him the audacity to think he can take down enemies with a single blow just by wielding Anran's weapon?

Speak my true name, and I will protect half a lifetime's worth of souls?

There's no benefit to be gained, and in the end, all you get is the protection of half a life?

Why fight those monsters so desperately?

At last.

When the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away; when the cunning rabbit is dead, the hunting dog is cooked.

After all the 'Chosen Ones' have been wiped out, will the final blade fall on his own neck?

At least in some ways, he was also like a 'chosen one'.

These are all very simple truths.

Inaction is, in fact, a form of action.

Liu Xiyao stuffed two more bites into her mouth, looking at Huang Quan who showed no intention of getting up and kept trying to snatch meat from her plate: "Why aren't you going yet? Don't eat, don't eat, it's all mine."

Huang Quan's big eyes showed a hint of doubt: "How am I supposed to know where the Lord is if you don't lead the way? That's like using a terrible navigation system."

Liu Xiyao was somewhat shocked to hear this, as it seemed to be true.

Then, she decided to continue burying herself in her work: "How pathetic that someone so old still doesn't know the way..."

It's hard.

Huang Quan looked at Liu Xiyao and suddenly his fist hardened.

……

Half an hour later, Liu Xiyao pointed ahead with a reluctant expression: "This is it."

Huang Quan looked in the direction she was pointing.

The jade-topped stone walls are painted with various bird patterns, in vibrant colors.

The golden doorknob gleamed faintly in the sunlight, yet its light seemed to penetrate one's very soul.

The door seemed to sense the person entering and made a creaking sound as it was pushed open.

Somewhat jarring, yet unexpectedly calming, the floor was covered with a softly woven brocade carpet, occasionally punctuated by a few bright red flames.

Yet it still possesses an indescribable beauty.

A sense of inferiority arose involuntarily, as if I were nothing more than a speck of dust in front of this door.

"You've arrived?"

Unable to see his true face, the Lord of the Manor stood with his hands behind his back, facing away from the Yellow Springs.

He spoke slowly.

I've warmed up a pot of fruit wine; would you do me the honor of joining me?

His every move was clean and efficient, subtly conveying the true meaning of the Great Dao.

It evokes a sense of otherworldly elegance and refinement, even giving off a feeling of grace and grace.

At this moment, a stove was placed on the wooden table, and a pot of fruit wine was simmering on the stove.

A faint aroma of wine wafted through the air as the fire in the stove rose.

This is not a rare or fine wine.

So this pot of wine is really nothing special.

It has no effect on helping people attain enlightenment, and it contains almost no spiritual energy.

If it were someone else, Huang Quan would most likely think that the other person was trying to intimidate him.

He didn't stand on ceremony and plopped down on a guest chair.

"Why would the Lord of the Manor want to see someone as insignificant as me?"

This move caught the manor scrambling, completely off-script, and he hastily put together his thoughts: "Uh... I was just thinking... about yesterday, thank you."

Let's get started on the real show-off!

He took out the cup, rinsed it briefly, poured a glass of fruit wine for each of them, and said with a smile, "This wine was made from fruit trees that I planted myself."

"It may not be as fine as some rare and precious liquor, but it has its own unique flavor."

"Try it!"

Huang Quan took the cup and downed the wine: "Thank you, I've had my drink, now I'll head back."

Lord of the Manor: ? ? ?

Why doesn't this person play by the rules?

"Friend, don't go yet. I want to discuss something with you. Would you be interested in attending my grand opening ceremony? I promise you a generous gift after it's all done."

"You trust me that much?"

“Liu Xiyao’s friend is naturally trustworthy.”

The lord seemed to realize his words were inappropriate and quickly corrected himself: "I trust my students' judgment, but I wonder how much of your power you used in that sword strike that erupted in the alley that day?"

Huang Quan understood that the real intention was not the wine; his sword strike was at most the power of a Nirvana cultivator, and it wouldn't attract the attention of this 'Lord of the Palace' at all.

He didn't even understand why the lord of the manor had specifically asked to see him.

When faced with this information asymmetry, the simplest way is to expose yourself and bring both sides' "IQ" to the same level.

"That sword strike, twenty years of accumulated skill, can you withstand it?"

The manor lord forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and forced a calm and composed expression on his face: "Friend, you have been immersed in the way of the sword for twenty years? Admirable and awe-inspiring. No wonder you have achieved such success today. It is by no means accidental."

"Odd changes, even remains the same."

"Is this some kind of cryptic incantation or secret code?"

"Startled awake from his deathbed, he chatted and laughed for another year."

"I didn't quite understand."

When will Uncle die?

The manor lord looked bewildered, seemingly not understanding what Huang Quan was saying: "Why would a friend want his uncle to die?"

"Because he has a way of courting death." Huang Quan walked to the Lord of the Manor's side, patted the Lord's shoulder with one hand, and slowly said, "Lord of the Manor, have you ever heard such a story?"

“Once upon a time, there was a young man who felt that life was too short and the world was too foolish, so he found an ancient temple and asked an old monk for advice.”

“Master, the world is foolish and ridiculous, and life is short and impermanent. But I always keep my true self and refuse to follow the world. So I am often misunderstood by others and suffer a lot because of it. What should I do? I hope you can give me some guidance.”

The old monk said nothing, but went to the backyard to fetch a bamboo basket and told him to use it to fetch a basket of water from the stream at the foot of the mountain.