Chapter 307: Despair of the Blue Peak

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Tianguo Pavilion.

Equivalent to a 21st-century Swiss bank, it can store any valuables.

No matter how valuable, as long as the money is in place, even if the Jade Emperor came, he would be unable to take goods from Tianba Pavilion at will.

"Here are our price lists, please take a look."

Tian Bao Ge upgraded its services, offering not only a throughout-smiling service but also thoughtful "humanized" packages.

Looking at the gilded item list, outlining all its details, Yun Anan raised an eyebrow.

"Bold and brazen robbery in broad daylight."

"Madam, you jest. Our Tianbao Pavilion upholds the principle of customer service above all else. We will certainly protect the goods stored by our customers meticulously. The price is naturally a bit higher."

The man standing before the two was probably in his thirties. With a pair of neatly trimmed goatees, he looked like a shrewd and calculating person.

Whether you are storing money or goods, Tianba Pavilion will be happy to serve you.

The way that man with a mustache smiled was so sweet, he almost treated Yun An'an and Beichen Yi like ancestors, placing them on an altar and adding incense.

Just as he was speaking, the front door of Tianbaoge was kicked open with a bang. More than thirty people in black robes poured into Tianbaoge, each holding a gleaming sword in their hands.

Over thirty men in black attire appeared with malicious intent. Although they all had their faces covered, the gleam in their eyes revealed everything.

Seeing that things were getting bad, the guests who came to store goods at Tianbao Pavilion turned around and wanted to run, but unfortunately, all their escape routes were blocked.

Pffft—

A white blade enters, a red blade exits. The black-clad assassin's killing blow served as a warning to all present, chilling most into silence.

"All of you, get down on your knees! If any of you dare to shout, I'll kill you all right now."

"Boss, I've found it. It's in locker number 36."

The men in black were clearly robbing the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion for a specific purpose.

As soon as the man with a mustache saw the man in black, he rushed straight to stall number 36 and panicked.

As he stepped forward, a black-clad man beside him slashed off his arm with a single blow.

The Eight-Priests Hu man, whose arm was severed, cried out in pain, but still tried to stop the actions of the black-clad man.

"Hero, you can take anything you want, but don't touch locker number 36. The things stored in locker number 36 are beyond the reach of even us."

Even with one hand broken, the man with the braided mustache still protected compartment number 36. This act only fueled everyone's curiosity about what treasure was hidden inside compartment number 36.

"Hmph~ I came here for him. What's there to be afraid of That guy died ages ago."

The cabinet was tightly locked with a peculiar lock. The man in black studied it for a long time but couldn't open it.

"Come here, open it."

The man in black held a long sword to the Eight-Scimitar Man's neck, threatening him to open the vault quickly or else his head would roll.

Having already had his arm severed and suffering from blood loss, the eight-pointed tattooed man's mind began to cloud. He kept muttering under his breath about compartment number 36 not being opened, as it held the belongings of the Mountain Master who was beyond return.

Not the Lord of Mount Bu Gui

Her brow furrowed slightly, Yun An'an's blood-colored eyes lifted slightly, looking at the man with eight braids who was gradually losing consciousness.

What does this matter have to do with Emperor Chen

"Open up for me, or I'll chop you up right now."

Why do you want to seize the belongings of the Unreturning Mountain Master

A languid, icy voice arose, and Yun An'an's words drew the attention of the men in black. Only then did they notice that two more people were sitting in a corner not far away.

A man and a woman, especially that woman, with white clothes, red hair and red eyes, is the most beautiful in the world.

The man in black at the front let out a sinister laugh. His long blade sliced across the eight-mustached man's neck, and he took slow, deliberate steps towards Yun Anan.

"Whose daughter is this She's really quite unique. I've never seen anyone like her before..."

Poof—

A black figure flashed past, Beichen Lin's Tang Hengdao slashed with incredible speed, killing the man in black.

For a moment, a head rolled onto the ground, blood gushing out like a fountain.

Speaking of...

Not only was the hostage being held captive, but even the ruthless masked man stood frozen in place, his eyes fixed on the severed head of his own boss.

What... what's the situation How did they just jump into action without giving anyone a chance to react

"You goddamn mother**er, you dare kill my big brother, looking for death!"

The man in black saw his elder brother die, anger flared in his eyes. Accompanied by a burning murderous intent, he raised his sword and charged at Beichen Lin.

Even if hordes of black-clad attackers came charging, they would only serve as fodder for experience points, utterly insignificant.

A fierce battle ensued with no room for compromise. Bei Chen Lin, with his unmatched prowess, swiftly eliminated over twenty men in black within a short span of time, each falling victim to a single decisive blow.

Yun'an sat not far away, her legs crossed, one hand propping up her head. Her blood-colored eyes stared blankly at the bloody scene of Tiangong Pavilion before her.

"I have limited patience," he said, "so, should I speak or not"

Say, say, let's say.

The man in black knelt and crawled to Yun An'an's face, telling her everything he knew.

They were following the boss to rob the goods inside vault number 36 at the Tianbao Pavilion. As for what was in the vault, they had no idea.

The boss only told them that after this single mission was completed, they could retire rich for life.

But the surviving men in black couldn't have imagined that they had suffered a disastrous defeat. They lost half their troops before even getting their hands on the goods.

You are not being honest.

"No, grandma. I've told you everything I know. Second in command knows the most…"

The man in black turned around and pointed at the second-in-command, who had been dead for a long time.

They were just small-time thugs, like lapdogs. They had no idea why the boss wanted to take something out of locker number 36.

"I know."

A figure in black knelt at a distance, trembling as they raised their hand.

"While I was urinating, I accidentally overheard the conversation between the eldest and second-in-command. They said that there was a treasure hidden in compartment number 36, and someone had commissioned them to steal it. They would get a lot of money if they succeeded."

The man in black continued to speak, revealing what he knew. He claimed that the Big Boss and Second Boss were planning on betraying each other, killing for profit, and claiming the treasure as their own.

"What baby"

"I didn't quite catch what he said, something about…something…sky."

The man in black tried his best to remember, but he really couldn't think of the name.

"Auntie, please spare me. I only know this much."

Pffft—

Silver light flashed, and Beichen Lin sheathed his saber. A dozen bodies clad in black lay lifeless on the ground.

In the distance, Yun Anan stood up and slowly walked toward stall number thirty-six.

Clad in white as snow, she walks across a river running red with blood. A monstrous beauty, indescribable and alluring, emanates from her, a deadly attraction.

It's like... knowing full well that there's a bottomless abyss ahead, yet still leaping in without hesitation, just to catch a glimpse of her beauty.

At counter number 36, the man with eight scruffy whiskers instinctively grabbed Yun Anan's sleeve using his instinctual awareness.

"It cannot be opened, this... is the property of the Mountain Returnee Lord."

"I am the Lord of the Unreturning Mountain."

She was only missing a succession ceremony. Emperor Chen had already given her the position of village head of Bùguī Shān Village.

So, naturally everything in compartment number thirty-six was hers.

A silver streak, Yun Anan's horizontal blade sliced through number thirty-six and the surrounding storage cabinets.

What's inside the other cabinets didn't matter to her. On the other hand, the moment Cabinet Number Thirty-Six was opened, a ray of light exploded instantly.

It was a peculiar kind of radiance, a golden hue with a subtle purple halo surrounding the jewel.

In the blink of an eye, all the radiance on the treasure orb vanished, leaving behind only a white, translucent pearl the size of a glazed bead.

"Glass marbles"

It shouldn't be that simple. Though she's never met her biological father, Emperor Chenjun, from what Qihai and the others have described, Emperor Chenjun is a man of extreme purposefulness in his actions.

"It has words."

Beichen Lin noticed the characters Tiān Jī carved on the glazed bead.

"Tianji"

Saying the two characters "Tianji," Yun An'an did not feel anything amiss with the beads. The only surprising thing was the indescribable splendor from before.

Although it's unclear what it means, it's best to keep it for now. We can ask the Eight-Cornered Man when he wakes up.

Before leaving, Yun An'an placed a pile of silver bills on the counter.

"It's mine now."

There was a huge amount of silver, the exact number was unclear, but even the clerk wouldn't dare to let out a single fart.

He looked at the silver bills on the counter, then at the man and woman who were gradually disappearing from his sight. The young servant suddenly collapsed to the ground, tears welling up in his eyes.

These two people are who So scary, ten thousand times scarier than those thirty-odd black-clad robbers.

After Yun An'an left Tianbaoge, snow began to fall again in the sky.

Beichen Lin took off his own clothes and put them on Yun An'an, then forcefully bought an umbrella from a passerby and held it over her to shield her from the snow.

"What's up"

"Get used to it. As for you, give me your clothes. What if you catch a cold"

"Hello, I'm happy, achoo!"

Just as he finished speaking, Beichen Lin sneezed, making Yun An'an laugh.

If you catch a cold, how will you take care of me Just put on your own clothes.

Yun An'an took off the cloak she had been wearing and gave it back to Bei Chenlin. However, because of their height difference, Yun An'an sighed helplessly.

Okay, I'll do as you say.

Bei Chenlin squatted down, crouching low in front of Yun An'an.

That’s right, achoo!

Yun An'an also sneezed, which made Bei Chenlin unable to help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing at"

I remembered when Master went on a mission when we were young, you had a cold and fever, but you still deliberately infected me with it.

Talking about the past, Beichen Lin laughed out loud, which made Yun An'an roll her eyes.

"You're the one who gave me the cold back then, making me bedridden for days! And ~ do you remember what medicine you gave me"

It's okay not to say anything, but when I do, I get angry.

This person actually mixed cold medicine and medication for constipation together. After that incident, whenever she got sick, she would be mercilessly mocked.

"That time, it wasn't really my fault. Before Master went on his mission, he put all the medicine together, so I got them mixed up."

"That's it, I've lost everyone to the ancient times."

This matter should be quickly turned over, it's a black history she can't erase.

"Haha~~"

"No laughing, and if you laugh, I'll laugh at you!"

Yun An'an kicked Beichen Lin on the calf, causing his laughter to echo through the streets and alleys.

"Okay, okay, that's enough laughter. The journey back is long, let's take a carriage."

In order to keep Yun An'an safe from the wind and snow, Bei Chen Lin forcefully bought a carriage.

The old man who had been forced to sell his carriage was standing there dumbfounded, clutching a pile of silver notes. Even now, he couldn't believe that he had suddenly become rich.

Knock knock knock~~~

A frantic knocking sound arose outside the clinic, a man hammering at the door with great force.

"Open the door, quickly."

Even if a man tried his best, the clinic's door remained firmly shut.

"Look."

The carriage, on its way back to the Ti Xiang Lou, came to a stop.

Beichen Lin pointed to the man frantically banging on the clinic door in the distance. If it wasn't Qingfeng, who else could it be

"Open the door, save people!! Open the door quickly."

Qing Feng's eyes were bloodshot, his hands already bearing bloody knuckles from relentless hammering. He refused to give up.

Seeing this, Yun An'an leaped from the carriage and came to Qing Feng's side.

"Qingfeng, what happened"

Seemingly stricken with pain, Qingfeng heard someone calling his name. Especially that voice, unnaturally familiar, familiar to the point of being strange...

Turning back, I saw under the faintly flickering lights, a woman with white hair and red clothes appeared before me.

The red flames illuminated her crimson eyes, like a Shura demon. However, Qingfeng showed not the slightest fear, instead stepping forward and kneeling with a thud on one knee.

"Queen... is it you Is your soul really back"

Apparently, Qingfeng still doesn't know she's alive.

But, the delay wasn't about telling Seijuro why she was still alive. It was about Seijuro himself.

"Well, the King of Hell just let me have a holiday, I just came up from hell. Let's not talk about me first, did something happen to Ling'er"

"Your Highness, if you truly have manifested, please save Ling'er. Ling'er can't hold on much longer."

It is said that men don't shed tears easily, but only when they reach a point of deep sorrow. When Qingfeng mentions his wife, the pain in his eyes cannot be expressed in words.

"Get in the car, let's go to Uncle Ming's restaurant first."

Yun An'an held onto Qing Feng as they boarded the carriage. Bei Chen Lin drove straight to Ming Shu Xiao Fan Zhuang.

By the time they reached Uncle Ming's restaurant, it had already been an hour.

Hearing the sound of a carriage, Ming Shu, who was guarding Ling'er's side, ran out in three steps and two.

"Qīngfēng, did you call a doctor Xiǎolíng'er, hold on!"

When Ming Shu stepped out of the room and saw the woman walking straight towards him, his footsteps faltered, and he was stunned on the spot. He even forgot to breathe.

The suffocating feeling reminded him that what he was seeing was no illusion, but reality.

Y... Y... Yi Wangfei

Yun'an had no time to explain to Qingfeng Ming that she wasn't a ghost. She sat on the edge of the kang and felt Xiao Ling'er's pulse with her hands. After a moment, she wrote down a prescription.

"Go to the nearest clinic as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, I've got this."

When Beichen Lin makes his move, even a dragon would have to lie low.

"Qingfeng, go get a basin of cold water, prepare a basin of warm water and a basin of boiling water."

Jian Qingfeng stood frozen in place, motionless. Yun An'an kicked him with one foot.

"What the hell are you looking at Go fetch some water."

After being scolded by Yun An'an, Qingfeng immediately came to his senses. Without questioning the reason, he immediately prepared everything according to Yun An'an's orders.

"Yi Wangfei, is that you"

Little Ling, covered in blankets, slowly opened her eyes. She was blind, but her hands tightly grasped Yun An'an’s cold hand. A tender smile lingered in her eyes.booklets on the table and broke through the encirclement of Yiwangfu's guards.It is night, darker than ever.In a certain courtyard in Kyoto, a man sat at a desk, flipping through a booklet. His raised...