Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 217 Father and Son Reunited

To eliminate any potential threats, Bei Chen Yuanhuang visited a pawnshop. Her purpose was twofold: to gain a deeper understanding of the illusionary realm and, more importantly, to learn about the movements of the Heavenly Eye and the Hibiscus Bone. Although Bei Chen Yin's final letter strictly forbade Bei Chen Yuanhuang from engaging in any transactions, having witnessed so much turmoil in the martial world, Bei Chen Yuanhuang had her own plans in mind.

Unexpectedly, the pawnshop door was tightly closed. Just as Bei Chen Yuan Huang was about to push the door open, an unexpected voice spoke, and Bei Chen Yuan Huang's heart trembled. A call escaped her lips.

"Father?!"

"Hmm?" Bei Chenyin's figure suddenly appeared outside the pawnshop. Upon hearing this address, his expression immediately froze, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Bei Chen Yuanhuang looked at her father. Although she was mentally prepared, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Her hands trembled slightly, and she felt as if something was blocking her throat, so she couldn't speak for a moment.

Even before, as Bei Chen Yuan Huang had gathered more and more information about Youjian Pawnshop, she had already guessed about Bei Chen Yin's whereabouts. Now that she had seen Bei Chen Yin with her own eyes, her guess was confirmed, and her emotions were extremely complicated.

"It's you, Bei Chen Yuan Huang." Bei Chen Yin's voice was extremely cold, his expression indifferent, as if the person in front of him was just a complete stranger, showing no warmth that should be present when father and son reunite.

"Father, you really are in the pawnshop!" Bei Chen Yuanhuang said excitedly, taking a step forward to get closer to her father. However, Bei Chen Yin frowned slightly, flicked his finger and released a sword aura, accurately blocking his path.

The sword energy carried a chilling aura, forming an invisible barrier in front of him. Bei Chen Yuan Huang froze, his eyes filled with shock and pain.

“Bei Chen Yuanhuang, I know you are my son,” Bei Chenyin said in a deep voice, “but everything I have already belonged to Youjian Pawnshop. The fact that I have retained my memories is already a testament to the shopkeeper's kindness. This father-son bond was already a bargaining chip in a previous transaction; you need not harbor any more futile hopes.”

Upon hearing these words, Bei Chen Yuanhuang felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, leaving him feeling icy cold all over. His imperial heart kept reminding him that obeying his father and leaving at this moment was the most rational choice, but in his mind and deep in his soul, another voice kept stirring, which was his most sincere expectation and longing for the bond between father and son.

"Father," Bei Chen Yuanhuang began with difficulty, her voice filled with pleading, as if trying to grasp at the last glimmer of hope.

"Enough," Bei Chenyin interrupted coldly. "You can simply consider me an artificial being like yourself. Your father-son relationship is none of my concern. The shopkeeper is currently out and not yet returned. If you have any business to discuss, wait until he returns. Now, leave."

Looking at his father's cold face, Bei Chen Yuanhuang felt a surge of pain in his heart. Countless times, he had called out his father's name in his dreams, longing for his father's care and love, but he never imagined that their reunion would end in such a strange and cold way.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the surging emotions in his heart, bowed deeply to Bei Chenyin, and said in a trembling voice, "I understand, thank you for informing me. Bei Chen Yuanhuang will visit again another day, please."

Having said that, he turned and left, his steps heavy and slow. With each step, the reluctance and pain in his heart deepened, but he knew that any more words would be futile at this moment.

Bei Chenyin watched Bei Chenyuanhuang's departing figure, his brows furrowed, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, but quickly replaced by indifference. He muttered to himself, "That inexplicable person, I hope Bei Chenyin never encounters him again." With that, he turned and went back into the pawnshop, the door closing tightly once more, as if shutting out all emotions.

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"Aha."

Inside the inn, Li Xuanxiao sat by the window, a cup of fragrant tea in his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips. Jueqingshu and Yan Qingcheng sat opposite him. Seeing his sudden chuckle, Jueqingshu asked in confusion, "What are you laughing at?"

“I remembered something happy,” Li Xuanxiao said with a smile, a sly glint in his eyes. Jueqingshu and Yan Qingcheng were already used to his strange behavior, so they didn’t press him further.

Jueqingshu and Yan Qingcheng were already used to Li Xuanxiao's strange behavior and did not ask him any further questions.

Yan Qingcheng then asked, "Shopkeeper, why have we come here again, to Floating Mountain City?"

Li Xuanxiao took a sip of tea and said slowly, "What reason is there to wander around and see the world?"

Although he said that, Yan Qingcheng didn't believe him. Li Xuanxiao had given the same answer when facing Hen Bufeng and Lao Wuyan before, but it turned out that he had a certain understanding of those two people, and that he must have another purpose for this trip.

After seeing Yan Qingcheng off, Li Xuanxiao gazed out the window, his eyes deep and thoughtful. The floating mountain city, shrouded in a light rain, appeared exceptionally tranquil. Su Huanzhen had not yet arrived, nor had Biejian Huanghualuo; this place truly could be called a paradise. Meng Bujue's talent for governance was remarkable, far surpassing that of his junior brother.

Li Xuanxiao came here for only one reason.

The floating mountain city in my memory once underwent a drastic change, which caused a dramatic transformation in the people, events, and things of the floating mountain city. This trip is partly for sightseeing, and partly to see what kind of story this floating mountain city in the world has.

According to the information gathered, the most precious treasure of the floating mountain city is the Eurythmic Harp.

Having received this news, Li Xuanxiao felt that his goal had been achieved and he could leave at any time. However, just as Li Xuanxiao was preparing to return with Jueqingshu and Yan Qingcheng, an unexpected figure entered his field of vision, and Li Xuanxiao's interest in this floating mountain city increased considerably.

"This friend."

Jueqingshu and Yan Qingcheng were startled to realize someone had arrived beside them only when the other person was close by. Their hearts skipped a beat. They saw a burly, dark-skinned man dressed in luxurious and exquisite clothes, holding a folding fan in his hand, which looked like no ordinary object.

"My name is Ji Kaidao, a wanderer who travels from place to place. May I ask your name, friend?" the dark-skinned man said with a smile, his tone carrying a hint of boldness.

“Just call me Ren Piaomiao.” Li Xuanxiao made up a fake name without hesitation, a deep meaning flashing in his eyes.

If the treasure of this floating mountain city is the Eurythmic Harp, then why are you here? Li Xuanxiao also had this question in his mind.

"The Big Shots' Pioneering Spirit" should perhaps be renamed.

The Demonic Dragon God Zi Ze from Hell!

(End of this chapter)