Chapter 55 Only Money Will Never Betray You!

Old Nan did not indulge in any sentimentality; instead, he warmly addressed her as his younger brother, as if the two of them were truly sworn siblings.

Luo Qianfan was momentarily bewildered by this sudden title, but upon second thought, it was no big deal, so she simply let him address her as he pleased.

However, a certain someone who had been forgotten cast a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

Having a little one who was so heavily sought after was certainly not a good thing!

Given Luo Qianfan's modesty, Old Nan was overjoyed. He had not expected that Luo Qianfan, being both a senior alchemist and the young master of the Medicine Underworld Valley, not only failed to put on airs due to his status, but was also remarkably humble and amiable. Old Nan’s impression of Luo Qianfan skyrocketed instantly.

As the saying goes, one must first look at a person's character before entering into a partnership. Clearly, Old Nan approved of Luo Qianfan’s character.

This cooperation with the black market had gone exceptionally well. Thinking of the massive fortune she had just reaped, Luo Qianfan felt a stirring wave of excitement.

Having lived her life anew, she unexpectedly found herself placing extraordinary value on worldly possessions!

In no time at all, the two were deep in an animated conversation when a disgruntled voice humphed twice from the side.

Luo Qianfan turned her head, and Old Nan only then realized that in his excitement, he had completely ignored the other person in the room.

"Could this esteemed guest possibly be the Prince Yu of the Fengyue Kingdom?" Old Nan collected his emotions and asked tentatively, tinged with doubt.

Such demeanor and overpowering aura could only belong to Prince Yu, whose renown had shaken the lands over the past year.

Legend had it that he possessed peerless good looks, paired with a cruel and ruthless temperament, to the extent that even the emperor of the Fengyue Kingdom could not control him.

He was virtually a walking king of hell whom everyone made haste to avoid; never had he imagined he would actually cross paths with such a figure.

He certainly considered himself "lucky"!

While feeling deeply shocked, Old Nan also wondered inwardly whether Prince Yu had some connection to the Medicine Underworld Valley.

Seeing the two of them so closely intertwined, Old Nan could not help but harbor suspicions, though he knew what should and should not be said. In his heart, he merely assumed they must have some sort of cooperative venture, never in his wildest dreams imagining that this was simply due to Dongfang Yuyue's private partiality toward Luo Qianfan.

"A pleasure!" Dongfang Yuyue was as sparing with his words as ever, his thin, peach-blossom-shaped lips uttering the syllables without a trace of warmth, sending a chill through Old Nan's entire body.

He truly was a living king of hell—his aura was overwhelmingly powerful, and even his words carried such lethal force!

"Prince Yu is too modest!" Old Nan forced a smile and replied amicably.

In truth, Dongfang Yuyue had paid Old Nan almost no mind; he had merely uttered a habitual response out of consideration for Luo Qianfan.

The two of them—one with an indifferent expression, the other feeling as though facing a formidable enemy—sandwiched Luo Qianfan in the middle, making her inexplicably want to laugh.

"Old Nan, don't be afraid. He's just like that; his mind isn't quite right," Luo Qianfan muttered close to Old Nan's ear, pulling her body in slightly.

Hearing such a daring remark from Luo Qianfan, Old Nan still found it difficult to mask his inner terror. This sensation was a visceral, deep-seated dread of imminent peril; against such devoid-of-emotion pressure, Old Nan simply could not put up any resistance.

"Then this old man shall take his leave first. You two chat slowly; should you have any needs, simply give your orders," For no apparent reason, Old Nan even had the illusion of fleeing in a panic.

Nonsense! With two such towering giants presiding here, no matter how bold he was, he would never dare share the same frame with them.

Luo Qianfan clicked her tongue: "Look at you, you've frightened Old Nan away." Following that, she shoved the gleaming platinum VIP card straight into her pocket, hardly bothering to conceal it.

Upon seeing this, Dongfang Yuyue sneered with disdain.

"For the dignified young master of the Medicine Underworld Valley, who holds command over a vast portion of the territories of the six nations, you are surprisingly so covetous of wealth!" Especially when she failed to recognize who truly held the most wealth! Dongfang Yuyue let out a displeased, cold humph.

A layer of complex emotion welled up in the depths of Luo Qianfan's eyes: "What do you know? In this world, only money will never betray you."

As Luo Qianfan uttered these words, a layer of frost crept into her eyes, her calm expression masking her emotions so thoroughly that no one could read them.

This time, Dongfang Yuyue put aside his leisurely posture and began to earnestly scrutinize the clever and cunning young girl before him.

By now, the desolate expression flickering in Luo Qianfan's eyes was not the first of its kind, at least not in front of him. The last time had been in the Medicine Underworld Valley, appearing just like this—just who exactly was she harboring such hatred for?

The ironic part was that Dongfang Yuyue actually felt a tinge of jealousy toward the person she hated; at the very least, something significant must have transpired between them.

Slowly, he drew a breath. Although a smile rested on his face, it did not reach his eyes.

"If you ever run out of money in the future, then I shall be your treasury. As long as you want it and as long as I have it, I will exhaust my utmost ability, yours to take at will."

Luo Qianfan gazed at him with total concentration, stunned for a long moment.

Time seemed to freeze at this very instant.

Simultaneously, not far outside the black market, Leng Qing'er clutched the Youth-Preserving Pill in her palms, her heart fluttering with irrepressible excitement. Eager to return swiftly and witness the effects of the high-grade elixir, she lacked the patience to wait for Qinghan, who was still settling the payment, and departed entirely on her own.

Beside her, Leng Zimo's complexion was far from bright either. Having squandered three and a half million taels of gold in a single night, how could he possibly muster any joy?

His little personal treasury!

Just like that, it was gone!

At that moment, a peculiar fragrance suddenly drifted through the air. Walking together under the moonlight—one wrapped in sorrow and the other in joy—the two of them failed to notice anything amiss.

As the fragrance dissipated, Leng Qing'er's limbs suddenly turned limp, nearly causing her to fling the Youth-Preserving Pill from her grasp. A flash of suspicion crossed her mind, and though she forced herself to remain calm, she discovered she could no longer stand steadily, her very knees beginning to weaken.

Slowly turning her head, she realized Leng Zimo was experiencing the exact same predicament.

Helplessness and bewilderment flooded her mind all at once. Leng Qing'er instantly sensed that something was terribly wrong, yet her weakened hands still tightly circled around the Youth-Preserving Pill.

She had a premonition that the assailant's target was precisely her Youth-Preserving Pill.

Leng Zimo was likewise limp and powerless throughout his entire body at this moment. His sharp gaze swept across the serene nightscape, and his voice sounded, carrying a slight pant:

"Who goes there? If your aim is wealth, we siblings can readily give you a fortune; why resort to these ghost-like tricks?" To be able to administer poison silently and strip them entirely of their martial arts prowess meant this person was unquestionably extraordinary.

After a long pause, no one spoke.

The two exchanged glances. Just as they prepared to move their feet, the harsh whistling of a blade pierced the chilling wind with a shrill sound.

Leng Zimo whipped around abruptly.

Instantly, a man clad in black athletic attire, his head wrapped in a black gauze veil, and his pupils burning with fierce brilliance lunged forward. His raven hair danced in the air, his sword-like brows slanted upward, and his entire body exuded a bone-chilling murderous intent.

What a violently murderous gaze! Amidst his shock, Leng Zimo braced himself and met the charge alone.

A flash of blue sword-edge lunged straight toward them with extreme velocity. Leng Zimo raised his hands and clamped down tightly on the blade's edge; as the attacker applied force, the sword sliced across Leng Zimo's palm, thrusting straight toward the space between his brows.

Owing to his physical condition, Leng Zimo quickly fell to a disadvantage, steadily pushed back step by step. Watching the fiercely aggressive man in black, Leng Zimo furrowed his brow; if he were to be struck by that blow, the consequences would undoubtedly be unimaginable.

Seizing the opportunity, Leng Qing'er whipped out a signal flare from her body and hurled it into the night sky. A distinctive emblem flashed across the firmament before finally dissolving into nothingness.

Relying on her final burst of strength, she shoved Leng Zimo away, but failed to dodge in time, resulting in her cheek being slashed open.

Instantly, a pair of beautiful eyes glared viciously at the masked assassin, her internal guard raised to the absolute maximum.

Trails of tiny blood droplets oozed from the wound across her snow-white skin, resembling pristine jade marred. Meeting the man's bloodthirsty gaze, Leng Qing'er slowly raised the hand clutching the Youth-Preserving Pill.

"Spare us, and the Youth-Preserving Pill is yours. Otherwise, I will destroy it right here and now."

The man's movements paused noticeably, his eyes narrowing: "What makes you think I am after the Youth-Preserving Pill in your hands?"