Chapter 86: I Refuse

Bai Chuwei held a rose, its dew-kissed petals brushing lightly across the man's chest, as if a spring breeze had passed. She leaned in close, her voice seductive and alluring, "Would you like to follow me? I can make you the richest man in the country, and I can protect you."

That was how the eight most renowned families of the nation came to be—praying for the ancestor’s blessing, willingly serving as slaves for generations.

Duan Xingye blurted out from the side, "Isn't this just asking someone to be your henchman?" He was willing, truly; could he sign up?

Tsk—being the ancestor’s henchman, could you ever be shortchanged?

Duan Feihan’s eyes, which had shone a moment ago, gradually grew cold. He stepped back, putting distance between himself and Bai Chuwei. His thin lips pressed into a straight line, and he replied indifferently, "I refuse."

Bai Chuwei was taken aback, "?"

Refuse?

In the last five thousand years, whenever she made such an offer, no one had ever refused her.

Then, realization dawned on Bai Chuwei. Duan Feihan was no ordinary person; he was the future chief antagonist of the entire story, persisting until the very end, with ruthless methods that nearly destroyed both the male and female leads.

After all, he single-handedly led the entire Duan family to the brink of surpassing the eight great families.

Tsk, the future villain truly has a wild streak.

Bai Chuwei smiled, gently twirling a strand of hair as she walked toward him. Her slender fingers pinched the red rose and slipped it into the left breast pocket of Duan Feihan’s shirt. She reached out to gently embrace his broad, well-built yet somewhat stiff body, rose up on her toes, and whispered in his ear, "It doesn’t matter. I’ll always be waiting for you to come find me. Being the ancestor’s henchman is never a loss."

"Sweet dreams," she said.

She drew a deep breath, absorbing the spiritual energy from his body, then released him with a satisfied smile, retreating a few steps. Melting into the night, she entered the Bai family’s private car waiting not far away and sped off.

Duan Xingye was utterly entranced, repeating, "I’m willing! If Fourth Uncle isn’t, I am!"

"Shut up!" Duan Feihan’s face grew colder, and he scolded in a low voice.

Duan Xingye felt aggrieved. Fourth Uncle hadn’t witnessed Bai Chuwei’s methods just now. He truly believed following Bai Chuwei would never be a loss; he couldn’t understand how his uncle thought otherwise.

Perhaps, as heir to the Duan family, there was a certain pride and reserve.

*

Tonight, the spring wind was gentle. A small white paper crane fluttered its wings through the air, its eyes dotted red with a signature pen, as bright as blood, yet unnoticed by anyone in the night.

The paper crane flew into a dilapidated courtyard and landed on a desk.

After ten minutes or so, a middle-aged man with a pallid face and unsteady steps entered from outside, his gaze immediately falling upon the paper crane.

What was this?

Where did it come from?

Sun Dayong was suddenly uneasy. He strode forward and grabbed the paper crane, seeing a message written on its wings: “Come over within three days.”

Sun Dayong gasped, his face growing even more unsightly.

Could this have been sent by the one who ruined his plans?

He unfolded the paper—this was no ordinary sheet, but a police transcript form...

That meant the police already knew?

Sun Dayong was seized by panic, his vicious eyes fixed on the elegant handwriting, biting his teeth hard.

For more than twenty years, spiritual energy had gradually revived across the globe. Abroad, superhumans began to emerge, while the country saw the rise of many cultivators.

He was a demon cultivator progressing at a remarkable pace; when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Sun Dayong’s eyes were sinister as he muttered, "Who do you think you are, daring to summon me?"

He spat fiercely, then tore the paper crane to shreds right on the spot.