The Smiling, Proud Wanderer: From the Moment He Picked Up Qu Feiyan

Chapter 157 The Final Moment of Spirit

After her initial worries, Yilin realized that the little brother's martial arts skills were really that formidable.

But—but when we first met at Huiyan Tower, why didn't he reveal himself? Could it be—could it be that at that time he was focused on saving people, only thinking about rescuing me first, and that's why he didn't get entangled with Tian Boguang?

She looked up, her clear, watery eyes filled with undisguised concern, and blurted out, "Master, then—that Junior Brother Shen, he wasn't injured, was he?"

When Master Dingyi heard "Junior Brother Shen," she frowned slightly.

"Junior brother?" she asked, somewhat puzzled, then corrected herself, "He should be your senior brother!"

When Abbess Dingyi saw that Yilin was stunned upon hearing this, and two more blushes appeared on her face, the nameless anger in her heart suddenly flared up again.

She suppressed her anger and continued, "He's fine, perfectly healthy, not a single hair on his head is hurt."

"You don't need to worry about repaying this kindness anymore. I have already prepared a very generous gift for him. In any case, we are even."

Yilin's thoughts, however, had already drifted elsewhere.

Senior brother? He—he's actually older than me!

But that day, he was calling her "good sister" over and over again, and that voice—that voice—

Thinking of the words "good sister," Yilin felt her cheeks start to burn again, and her heart began to pound uncontrollably.

She lowered her head, not daring to look into her master's stern gaze.

Looking at her disciple's state, Master Dingyi could only let out a long sigh.

This girl is truly deeply in love.

She now only hopes that Liu Zhengfeng's damn retirement ceremony will end soon.

Once the conference is over, I will immediately take Yilin back to Hengshan and let her cultivate herself in seclusion by the ancient Buddha and the lamp for three to five years, severing all worldly desires!

This city of Hengyang is truly a place of trouble and conflict; I can no longer stay here!

At this moment, the two Shen Ans that Yilin was thinking about were both in the backyard, looking with a headache at the storage room where Tian Boguang was being held.

At first, they placed him in the backyard, thinking it would be the most secluded and safest place, where the two of them could keep an eye on things. However, they overlooked the fact that with this guy in the backyard, it would be awkward no matter how they lived there.

"Brother An, since his martial arts are completely ruined and his limbs have been broken, why not just leave him in the front yard?"

"There are too many people and too much attention in the front yard, it's always inconvenient," Shen An said, not entirely approving.

Although her suggestion was rejected, Qu Feiyan was not discouraged and racked her brains again: "How about this, let's put it in the small room next to Steward Li's room for now?"

Shen An's heart stirred. As the manager of the Hundred Refinements Workshop, Junior Brother Li naturally had an office, and that small house was it, not far from his own backyard.

Now that Junior Brother Li is in Xiangtan, the house has naturally been cleaned up. There is nothing inside now, and hardly anyone sets foot in it, making it perfect for imprisoning people.

Besides, it's not his room, so he's not worried about getting it dirty.

Besides, now that Bailianfang is expanding, even if he didn't say anything, I would still give him a bigger place. Then, I can leave one of the courtyards that were built for my three senior uncles for him.

"Great idea!"

Without further ado, the two went back into the outhouse and picked Tian Boguang up again. The notorious womanizer, whose speech had been silenced, just watched them coldly, showing no concern.

He just wanted to die as soon as possible.

Two and a half people entered the room, only to find that the furnishings were extremely simple.

An old mahogany desk stood against the wall in the center, its surface empty except for a few paperweights and a pen holder. Behind it was a row of tall bookshelves, where the books and account books should have been filled, now only covered with a few layers of dust.

"This is it." Shen An casually tossed Tian Boguang into a corner.

Tian Boguang fell heavily to the ground. The excruciating pain from his broken bones caused him to twitch involuntarily, but he couldn't even groan.

Qu Feiyan squatted down and tied a chain to his foot, attaching it to the bookshelf: "Now you can't travel thousands of miles alone."

Having lost all his martial arts skills and with all four limbs severed, whether he is chained or not makes little difference.

Tian Boguang didn't even lift his eyelids.

Escape? In his current state, he's not even as good as a chicken. What good would it do to escape?

Even if you leave the room, you'll probably be spotted if you take just a couple of steps away.

Shen An and Qu Feiyan did not linger; after settling him in, they left, locked the door, and departed.

The room fell silent again; not even a whisper of wind could be heard.

Tian Boguang lay on the cold bluestone floor, his body already numb.

He closed his eyes, awaiting death, or rather, awaiting the horrific judgment to come.

However, in this deathly silence, a very faint scent suddenly entered his nostrils.

It wasn't the smell of mold, dust, or the smell of his own blood.

It was a faint fragrance.

The fragrance was initially very faint, almost imperceptible, like a wild orchid quietly blooming in the night dew in a secluded mountain valley.

But for Tian Boguang, it was as obvious as a winter plum blossom on a snowy plain.

"This taste—"

Tian Boguang's previously lifeless pupils suddenly came to life.

So familiar!

That was a mellow body fragrance hidden deep within the ambergris scent on the sword left behind by the Fairy of Light Sound—the scent that belonged to that fairy!

That was the "K-On!" fairy he longed for and could never forget until his death!

"She—was here?!"

Tian Boguang's original desire to die was suddenly replaced by a crazy longing.

But why is this aura, though not as strong as that of the broken sword of the Light Sound, more mellow and fragrant, as if it has been present for a longer time?

That's absolutely impossible! Unless—unless this room is actually where the fairy once rested!

No wonder! No wonder the Hundred Refinements Workshop was able to find the fairy's lost sword!

This made Tian Boguang tremble all over. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his broken limbs, he suddenly raised his head, greedily flaring his nostrils, desperately trying to capture the lingering fragrance in the air.

The source of the aroma is not elsewhere, but right there on the desk by the wall!

Tian Boguang tried to stand up, but with the slightest effort, the broken leg bone pierced through his flesh, and the excruciating pain made his vision go black, almost causing him to faint.

He's a cripple now; he can't even kneel, let alone stand.

But that couldn't stop a dying man from one last frenzy before his death.

He glanced at the iron chains binding his feet, then at the desk that, though not too far away, now seemed like the ends of the earth to him.

"I can't wait—I can't wait to die—I need to go and confirm—"

Tian Boguang writhed on the ground like a maggot.

He pressed his chin against the ground, and each movement was accompanied by the creaking sound of bones rubbing together—sparks born from the friction between life and death.

Sweat mixed with blood, leaving a shocking trail in the path he crawled.

Finally, he climbed to the table.

But he suddenly realized that he was chained up. Although he could climb under the desk, he was limited by the length of the chain if he wanted to explore more carefully.