Chapter 335: 335: Am I wrong?
When Mu Qiuniang returned to the café where they were waiting for her, the conversation between Mu Mingyu and Lu Mingchen had also ended.
Lu Mingchen felt that his entire worldview had been shaken.
Damn it! Who told him this world is about scientific materialism? If so, why did Mu Mingyu tell him that Zhan Jingshu and Murong were actually harmed by cultivators, and Mu Bai almost fell victim to one as well?
Cultivators?
Weren’t they things only found in legends, movies, and novels?
However, the ring on Mu Mingyu’s hand told him otherwise. That twisting ring, which could transform into a thumb-sized little pet, howling at him like a space ring, was just like a fantasy movie.
He asked Mu Mingyu, "Is Xiao Bai also a cultivator?"
Mu Mingyu shook his head, "No, she’s just an ordinary person and unable to cultivate."
Lu Mingchen inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief; otherwise, pursuing a cultivator would really be too much pressure. He was already much older than Mu Bai, and if she began to cultivate and gained eternal youth, how could he possibly pursue her?
"You are, A Rong is, Jingshu is. Who else?" Lu Mingchen thought of someone, "Don’t tell me... Jiang Nuo as well?"
Mu Mingyu nodded.
Lu Mingchen gritted his teeth. That guy was all about the opposite sex and not friends, not even telling him such a major thing as cultivation?!
Did he ever consider him a friend?
Or perhaps it was precisely because it was so important that he didn’t tell him.
"Why tell me?"
Mu Mingyu said, "Because you saw it, and one day you’ll know. It’s better you hear it from us directly than from someone else. And I trust you’ll keep our secret, right?"
Mu Mingyu looked at him, eyes filled with "sincerity" that could not be refused.
Could Lu Mingchen refuse?
No!
Whether it was Jiang Nuo, Mu Qiuniang, or the woman he currently fancied, none of them allowed him to say anything.
He could only nod, "I won’t say anything."
Mu Mingyu smiled and curled his lips, "No wonder Grandmother entrusted you with Grandfather; you’re really not bad!"
Lu Mingchen suddenly realized that if Mu Qiuniang was a cultivator, then was it him who chose to be with Nuo initially, or was it Mu Qiuniang who chose him for Jiang Nuo?
No wonder Jiang Nuo, just an orphan, was doing so well in the entertainment industry, with benefactors everywhere he went—a miracle that could not be replicated!
It seemed that him becoming a top manager was perhaps thanks to Jiang Nuo’s influence.
Seeing Lu Mingchen come to his senses, Mu Mingyu didn’t say anything further, just patted him on the shoulder, giving him some time to calm down.
"I’ll head over first; you take some time to calm down."
"I need to calm down." This revelation was truly too shocking!
As soon as Mu Qiuniang appeared, Murong quickly asked her if she had avenged them. That damn Qiao Zhichuan dared to deceive his sister and must be severely punished.
"Exactly, Master, that guy is definitely up to no good. Just teaching him a lesson is too easy; we should rip his head off and kick it like a ball."
Mu Bai was speechless, "Do you have to be so cruel?"
"It’s not cruel, Sister. You know how badly Jingshu was hurt at the time, unconscious and covered in blood. If Master hadn’t arrived in time, he might not have survived!" Speaking of this, Murong felt a lingering fear, thinking he was really useless back then. He must diligently cultivate from now on, or he’d keep dragging his senior brother down, which was too embarrassing.
Mu Bai said nothing. Zhan Jingshu’s state at that time was indeed frightening. However, why did she feel a sense of gloom?
"Grandmother..." Mu Bai felt a bit lost.
Mu Qiuniang reached out, brushed her head, "Don’t worry, he won’t bother you anymore."
"Did Grandmother really teach him a harsh lesson?" Mu Bai wasn’t sure if she should expect it to be yes or no.
Mu Qiuniang shook her head, "He doesn’t need me to punish him; he’s already given himself the harshest punishment!" Ending in death—there probably wasn’t a more severe punishment than that.
Flowers fluttered, falling to the ground one by one.
On the ground, Qiao Zhichuan lay quietly, clothes strewn all around.
His mask of a clean face was slightly wrinkled, but he had no mood to straighten it. The blood stains at the corner of his mouth didn’t make him look more fearful; instead, there was a poignant sense of pity.
Previously, he always felt there was no problem with his life, being his master’s pawn for survival. Excellent completion of tasks brought rewards—either monetary or cultivation-related. If tasks were not completed, either his master locked him up or severely beat him.
But when did everything start to change?
Perhaps it was when he first met Mu Bai.
Before that, he didn’t believe in something in this world called "love at first sight," "adoration at another glance."
Just one look, and he felt—this girl belonged to him!
Maybe she wasn’t as delicate as Xu Ruoxuan, but she carried with her the elegance of coming from a well-bred family. Her upbringing and over twenty years of affluent living gave her a confidence and composure unmatched by others.
She was an independent individual, with her own ideas, expressing them courageously. She loved to laugh, and whenever she laughed, it was particularly genuine. She didn’t care about others’ opinions—as long as she thought it was good, it was truly good, and she treated everything with sincerity.
Of course, she also had moments when her temper wasn’t great—she would sulk, give the cold shoulder, ignore people—but that was normal. What girl growing up pampered wouldn’t have a bit of a temper?
And he thoroughly enjoyed her temper and rejections.
He thought, in this world, there was no one more suited for him than her.
He liked when her gaze fell upon him, liked her awkwardness yet inability to refuse his thick skin and enthusiasm. Even more, he liked it when she talked about Aunt and Uncle’s relationship, enviously longing to encounter a man like Uncle, madly in love with each other, eyes only on each other for a lifetime.
He liked it when she shyly said, "I think you’re quite like my Uncle!"
The expectation and happiness in her eyes were so evident, he had no desire to ruin them. He said, "I think I won’t do worse than your Uncle."
Unfortunately, they got it wrong; they chose the wrong reference point. He should have been Mu Qiuniang, and Xiao Bai should have been Jiang Nuo—how could a cultivator be with an ordinary person?
If Jiang Nuo knew he couldn’t cultivate, would he still be with Mu Qiuniang? Or would he have retreated like Xiao Bai?
Xiao Bai retreated, withdrew, cried once, and moved on, but Qiao Zhichuan’s world was destroyed, completely collapsed. He didn’t know what meaning there was to his existence.
Continue with the missions?
Carry out villainous tasks for Master?
Knowing clearly that what the Master was doing was wrong, yet to stay alive, to enhance his cultivation, he extinguished his conscience, sold his soul, killed those Master ordered, executed tasks Master demanded.