GBP Chapter 177 Sleeping Beauty
Chapter 177 Sleeping Beauty
Luo Lingshan's life vanished so quietly, without even a sound of struggle. Xing Luoheng's methods were truly ruthless.
When disposing of Luo Lingshan's body, Xing Luoheng didn't even give her a second chance. She held the jade bottle, her movements gentle yet resolute. She gently tilted the bottle, and a drop of the potion known as "A Touch of Allure" rolled out. The moment the potion touched Luo Lingshan's body, a strange transformation occurred. The surface of the corpse, as if a boiling stone had been dropped, ripples rapidly spread from the point of contact. Then, the flesh melted away like ice in the blazing sun, and the bones dissolved with a sizzling sound. In a moment, the once vibrant life was gone.
After Xing Luoheng finished all this, she quietly returned to the Regent's Palace under the cover of night. Entering the palace, it was quiet, with only the sound of her footsteps echoing softly on the stone pavement.
Entering the room, she saw the flickering candlelight inside. Xiao Muhan was not asleep as usual, but was sitting quietly by the bed in his pajamas, waiting for her. Xing Luoheng quietly closed the door and just as she turned around, she met Xiao Muhan's direct gaze. This unprepared gaze made her heart tremble and she almost cried out in surprise.
Xing Luoheng calmed himself down and pretended to be calm as he walked towards Xiao Muhan. A gentle smile appeared on his face as he said softly, "Little friend, if you don't go to bed so late, be careful not to grow tall."
Little Mu Han rubbed his sleepy eyes, his eyes full of concern and confusion. He looked up at Xing Luoheng and asked softly with a hint of anxiety, "Uncle, where have you been? Why are you back so late? I've been waiting for you and I can't wait any longer."
Xing Luoheng's lips curled up, a hint of mystery flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and rubbed little Mu Han's head lovingly. His voice was pretending to be relaxed, with a hint of teasing: "Little guy, your uncle has been out dealing with a major event that will shake the capital, and it has taken up a lot of time."
Little Mu Han's eyes instantly widened with curiosity. He tugged at Xing Luoheng's sleeve and shook it gently, asking anxiously, "Uncle, what's the big deal? Tell me quickly, I'm so curious!"
Xing Luoheng had a hint of a smile on his face as he reached out and gently scratched the tip of little Mu Han's nose. His tone was light and coaxing, "Hey, little darling, don't worry about these things all the time. Just focus on getting a good night's sleep. Otherwise, if you worry too much, you won't grow taller and won't be able to catch up with your uncle in the future."
Liyue Palace, the bedroom that carries the deep love between Yun Mohan and Xing Xuanli, has been immersed in silence since the afternoon.
The light gauze curtains fluttered in the breeze, as if gently speaking of the peaceful passage of time. Xing Xuanli reclined on the carved nanmu bed, falling into a sweet dream. Her face was as delicate and charming as a blossoming spring flower, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her fair cheeks, occasionally trembling as her dreams rose and fell.
From the warm afternoon sun to the quiet arrival of night, the light and shadows within the hall slowly shifted. The setting sun's afterglow filtered through the carved window lattices, creating a variegated pattern on the floor before gradually being swallowed by darkness. Only the flickering candlelight gently guarded Xing Xuanli's side, accompanying her through these long hours of sleep.
Yun Mohan was filled with worry, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at the sleeping Xing Xuanli. Every moment felt like a heavy hammer hammering down on his heart.
He knew that if Xing Xuanli continued to sleep like this, with no sign of waking up, she would most likely fall into an irretrievable vegetative state. The thought of her potentially losing her lively eyes and sweet smile, of never being able to confide in him again or walk side by side, made Yun Mohan's heart feel like it was being pierced by countless needles, the pain so severe that he could barely breathe.
Yun Mohan wrapped his arms tightly around Xing Xuanli, as if using his embrace to build a barrier for her against all the suffering in the world, with such strength that he seemed to merge her into his own flesh and blood. He slowly leaned down, his lips lightly touching her forehead, and placed a kiss filled with deep affection and tenderness, as if conveying all his warmth and strength.
"Li'er," his voice was gentle yet firm, filled with unquestionable determination, resounding like a bell in the silent night. "No matter what hardships and obstacles lie ahead, no matter the cost, I will definitely find the antidote to Qianji addiction and personally break the curse on you. You must be well and wait for me to lead you out of this nightmare."
Yet, the only response he received was the flickering candle. The flame flickered in the gloom, as if silently narrating the fickleness of fate. The occasional crackling of the dancing flame seemed particularly abrupt and lonely in the silent chamber, reflecting Yun Mohan's deep affection and helplessness, and further accentuating the tranquility of Xing Xuanli's sleep. It was as if the entire world was reduced to this tiny glimmer of light, stubbornly clinging in the darkness, yet revealing an indescribable sense of desolation.
Inside the serene and solemn Soul Storage Pavilion of the Lingxiao Sect, Luo Nanyang made his routine inspection. Suddenly, as if drawn by a magnet, his gaze fixed on a soul tablet. The once lustrous soul tablet was now covered in fine cracks. In an instant, with a crisp snap, it shattered into dust.
Luo Nanyang's eyes instantly widened, filled with panic and grief. Then, an endless rage surged. His face twisted with rage, his aura swirling and chaotic, the bricks beneath his feet cracking beneath the overwhelming force. "Who is it? Who killed my daughter?" He roared to the heavens, his voice like thunder, brimming with bone-chilling hatred that reverberated through every corner of the Lingxiao Sect.
Luo Nanyang suppressed his raging rage, slowly turning around and fixing his gaze on Bai Yize. His eyes were as cold as ice, and every word he uttered seemed to be shrouded in icy shards, spitting out from between his clenched teeth. "Yize, investigate immediately! Dig deep, and find Lingshan's murderer. Even the slightest clue will be untraceable. This Sect Master will make that criminal pay for Lingshan's death!"
Upon hearing this, Bai Yize straightened his posture with a swish, his expression filled with respect and solemnity. He quickly knelt on one knee and pounded his left chest with his right fist, making a dull thud. Then, he raised his head, his gaze firm, his tone resounding, and he shouted, "I will obey the Master's orders! I will devote all my energy, even if it means traversing the world, to get to the bottom of this matter!"
After receiving the order, Bai Yize took a few respectful steps back, his posture as slender as a pine tree. He then turned around and walked out of the study room with steady and swift steps. As the carved wooden door slowly closed, Luo Nanyang was left alone in the study room.
At this moment, Luo Nanyang seemed consumed by endless pain and rage. His brows furrowed into a deep, bloodshot frown, his eyes bloodshot like a maddened beast. In the empty study, his footsteps were hurried and heavy, pacing back and forth. Each step seemed to tear a hole in the floorboards, and the floorboards emitted a dull, thumping sound, akin to the pounding of his now battered and throbbing heart.