After being forced into marriage, the metaphysical master became the darling of the richest family.

Chapter 97

As the yin energy was flung over, the expected screams did not come; instead, they were easily absorbed by the other party!

Xuan Mingzi was terrified and was about to run away again when a slightly immature male voice rang out.

"I helped you, but you come at me first."

Did you help him?

Xuan Mingzi frowned, a sudden thought flashing through his mind. Looking at the figure gradually emerging from the shadows, his eyes were filled with terror. "You, you are the one who controls the blood corpses!"

Beneath the long black robe, the boy's lips curled into a strange, wicked smile.

"Since I helped you, shouldn't you repay me?"

Xuanmingzi stared into the boy's cold eyes and realized something was wrong, but it was too late to run away.

He was frozen in place as the boy slowly approached.

He felt a surge of yin energy coursing through his body, rushing towards the person in front of him!

"Do not......"

Before he could finish speaking, Xuanmingzi's body gradually withered, until it resembled a dried corpse from Loulan, crumbling at the slightest touch.

The boy let out a satisfied breath and flicked his finger.

Xuanmingzi completely vanished from the world.

"It really is delicious, but... it brought me even more surprises."

The boy looked out the window at the crescent moon, a red light flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, his gaze shifted to another direction, and he frowned before quickly turning away.

It seems some troublesome fellow is heading this way.

No sooner had the boy left than a slender figure appeared out of nowhere in the room, which had been filled with only black and gray.

The man's appearance was even somewhat effeminate, yet he exuded a masculine air. He wore a black mandarin jacket, adorned with lifelike golden lotus flowers. His sharply defined face was as cold and sculpted as if carved, and his gold-rimmed glasses softened the coldness in his eyes.

His whole being exudes a rustic charm.

Wen Chuyun slowly squatted down; his 1.9-meter height was extremely imposing even when he was squatting.

He picked up some black ash from the ground and rubbed it between his fingertips, his lips pressed tightly together, his eyes cold. "Tsk."

Wen Chuyun stood up, drew a talisman in mid-air to dispel the yin energy in the entire villa before leaving.

In just a few breaths, he reappeared in the small house in the mass grave.

He looked up at the damaged roof before slowly closing his eyes and focusing on drawing out the remaining scent from inside the room.

Soon, a bolt of purple lightning the size of a bottle cap gathered in his hand.

Wen Chuyun lightly pinched his fingers, and after realizing that the spiritual energy contained in the purple lightning was actually inherited from him, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "It's not the spiritual energy of those brats, could it be... the junior sister that Master mentioned?"

He shook his hand, playing with the purple lightning bolt as he pondered whether to follow the aura to find the source.

A brightly colored, extremely flamboyant paper crane flew down from the roof and hovered in front of him.

"Oh, senior brother!"

The boy's playful and unserious voice came from inside the paper crane. Wen Chuyun frowned and immediately threw Zidian at the paper crane.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Senior Brother, aren't I your beloved Xiao Qi anymore?!"

The boy's complaints rang out again, but Wen Chuyun, too lazy to look at the paper crane, gathered up the scattered ashes on the ground and said coldly, "Spit it out."

The paper crane circled around the man in a playful manner. "Senior Brother, Master sent word that he wants you to go find Junior Sister and feed her the Transformation Pill."

Wen Chuyun frowned deeply, "Transformation Pill?"

His junior sister, whom he had never met, was injured to this extent?