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After resting on the island for a while, I felt like I was almost going moldy. My body had somewhat recovered, but there was a lingering resentment stuck in my heart that I couldn't vent.
This matter absolutely needed to be resolved, not to mention the situation with my master.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Hearing the knocking sound, I looked up to see Mingyue.
"Mingyue, what's wrong?"
"Yan Xi, I'm planning to look for my master. Even if I can't find him, at least I'll feel more at ease. Being on this island makes me feel off."
I smiled and turned around to grab the backpack from the bed, showing it to her.
"I have the same intention."
After thinking for a while, I finally made up my mind. I decided to deal a fatal blow to Jin Ping first before looking for my master.
Mingyue frowned, clearly disapproving.
"Yan Xi, Chang'an is still so young and can't be left alone. You’re not telling me you plan to take Chang'an with you, are you?"
I knew the child couldn't be left alone, but there was nothing I could do. Just consider it my fault towards him.
With red-rimmed eyes, I looked at Mingyue and smiled bitterly.
"Let's go, take Long An with me to the Great Han, and then we'll leave."
After discussing, the two of them set off to find the Great Han.
Unexpectedly, halfway there, they ran into him and He Zhi Yong. Now, He Zhi Yong was free from the confines of prison and could come and go on the island.
"I was just about to look for you guys; I didn't expect to run into you here," said the Great Han.
I placed Long An in his arms.
He stared at me in disbelief. "Yan Xi, what are you doing?"
"Great Han, I've decided to leave the island for a while. I'm temporarily entrusting Long An to you."
As I spoke those words, my heart felt like it had been thrown away, my gaze tightly following the bundle containing Long An.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with laughter. "Well, Lao He and I have discussed it; we're going with you. I, the Great Han, have never ventured into society; it's about time my name appeared."
"You’re coming with us? What about Long An? We can't just take him along."
I was momentarily confused by the Great Han's intentions. He had always cared more about Long An than anyone else; how could he possibly want to bring him along to suffer?
"Yan Xi, don't worry. I'll make arrangements for Long An. I guarantee his safety will be better than with anyone else."
With his assurance that it would be better than with anyone else, I understood his meaning.
Aside from Mu Xuanche, who else could make the children feel better than anyone else?
Catching his probing gaze, I nodded silently.
"Alright, Yan Xi. Since you all agree, go ahead and board the ship with Lao He. I’ll arrange for you to meet up with Chang'an later. I've taken care of everything outside; you don’t need to worry about the car. Just tell the driver where to go."
"Okay."
I glanced back at Chang'an, ultimately leaving this place despite the pain in my heart.
Originally, we had decided to head to Qin Wang's Tomb together to search for our master, but there was still something unresolved in my heart. I planned to return to my hometown first.
After some discussion, everyone agreed to accompany me.
H City was still quite a distance from my hometown, but thanks to the arrangements made by the Han Dynasty, we arrived much faster and soon reached home.
The disappearance of my family hadn’t affected the village at all; everyone continued to live their lives in comfort.
Standing at the door, I pushed it open and was hit by a strong musty smell that was hard to bear.
The empty house had begun to gather dust, and I wondered when its owner would return.
I brought them to the cellar, but one matter remained unresolved: Jin Ping.
She had kidnapped my parents and harmed my child. This grudge would need to be settled slowly with her.
Pointing to the floor, I told the big man, "Dig here."
During the Warring States period, Wu Zixu broke into the State of Chu, unearthed King Ping of Chu's grave, and desecrated his corpse.
Jin Ping has always been so arrogant; today, I will show her what it feels like to be brutally humiliated.
The big man was strong and quick, so he took much less time than I did last time.
Before long, we uncovered a coffin. That exquisite coffin had been lying in my family's cellar.
My grandfather always felt indebted to Jin Ping, keeping her intact in our cellar, but little did he know it would become a source of trouble.
If I do not become the butcher's knife, I will end up as fish on someone else's chopping board.
This time, I cannot be soft-hearted; I must teach Jin Ping a good lesson.
"Pull it out," I commanded the big man.
Jin Ping's tomb was made of solid wood with gold lacquer, making it very heavy. It took four of us working together to lift her coffin.
Once we placed the coffin under the sunlight, I instructed the big man to pry open the coffin lid.
Golden sunlight streamed into the coffin, revealing Jin Ping's appearance. She looked truly beautiful, as if she were merely asleep, with no signs of decay or anything grotesque.
Even He Zhi Yong couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! This woman must have used top-grade Night Pearls to preserve her body so perfectly."
I am going to destroy her today.
With the prepared Yuzu Branch in hand, I struck Jin Ping, hearing the sharp "crack" sound echoing in the air. The pain in my heart eased a little.
The Yuzu Branch has the power to exorcise spirits; striking Jin Ping's physical body allows her soul to feel the pain.
And I want Jin Ping to know that I have arrived.
Jin Ping, our feud can slowly begin to be settled.
That time when she deliberately stepped on my stomach, what I am doing now is nothing compared to that.
Under the sunlight, Jin Ping's body began to dehydrate, wrinkling into a mass.
I recorded these scenes on my phone so that next time I see Jin Ping, I can show her how ugly she looks.
After I struck her several times, suddenly, a bead fell from Jin Ping's mouth. It should be He Zhi Yong's Night Pearl used for preserving corpses.
At first, I didn't pay much attention to it, but then He Zhi Yong rushed over and picked it up.
Examining it under the sunlight, A-Gui, the bead instantly became bright and lustrous.
"What a fine piece! Yan Xi, can I take this? I've lived half my life and have never seen such a good bead."
This thing is of no use to me; since He Zhi Yong wants it, he can have it.
I nodded in agreement, and He Zhi Yong excitedly tucked the bead away like a child.
The beating was over, but this was not the end.
"Big man, go prepare some wood," I commanded.
He now obeyed me almost as much as he did Island Master. As soon as I gave the order, he immediately ran off to get it done.
"Yan Xi, is this really okay?" Mingyue tugged at my hand, her eyes filled with hesitation.
"Mingyue, did she ever ask me if it was alright when she wanted to kill Chang'an? Did she ever ask me if it was okay when she wanted to beat you all?"
My words instantly silenced Mingyue; she dared not speak further.
Looking at the raging flames that engulfed the entire coffin, I could imagine how twisted and furious Jin Ping would be upon witnessing this scene. She must have regretted not killing me the first time we met, leaving behind this disaster.
The enmity was established; my feud with Jin Ping had just begun.
After dealing with Jin Ping, we set off again towards the city, the place where Qin Wang's Tomb had been discovered.
"Mingyue, do you know who informed Master about the discovery of Qin Wang's Tomb?"
She nodded. "Yes, it was the local Cultural Heritage Bureau. However, they discovered the Tomb, but they haven't confirmed whose it is. They only speculated about Master Mu, which is why they didn't dare report it further."
Just as I was about to search for Qin Wang's Tomb, someone reported to the Master that they had discovered it. I couldn't believe such a coincidence.
Regardless, we needed to find the local Cultural Heritage Bureau to get more information.
When we arrived in the city, we were greeted by a clerk from the Cultural Heritage Bureau.
"Hello everyone, my name is Wang Kun. You can just call me Wang," he said.
Wang Kun appeared to be in his thirties, which is quite young for this line of work where age often equates to experience. His large, thick black glasses obscured much of his face, and his messy bangs and unkempt hair made him blend into the crowd as an inconspicuous passerby.
When Mingyue contacted them, she mentioned our affiliation with the Xuanzong, which is why he referred to us as Daoists.
Although the authorities do not officially recognize Daoists as legitimate practitioners due to their superstitious connotations, Xuanzong is considered the authentic leader of metaphysics. This affiliation allowed us to avoid any backlash.
According to the Master, he was also a guest professor at the Metaphysics Society and occasionally taught classes there.
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