I was reborn after cheating on the aloof and powerful man.

Chapter 67 The Strange Visitor

Fei Xi looked at the speaker with suspicion, feeling that Tang Huaiyi was acting strangely at the moment.

The setting sun, like blood and gold, bathed him in its light, tinging his ethereal face with a blush that gave him an almost eerie allure.

Noticing her gaze, Tang Huaiyi turned around and smiled, his smile warm and affectionate—the Tang Huaiyi she knew.

But she still had a feeling that was both familiar and unsettling...

"Senior Sister, I'm so hungry! Let's go eat first." A sweet voice interrupted their staring contest. Mu Qingfeng seemed to only just notice Tang Huaiyi's presence. Her cunning eyes darted around, and she feigned surprise as she said:

"Oh, it's Young Master Tang! When did you get up here? My senior sister and I are going to have our meal, so we won't disturb you while you're enjoying the scenery. We'll take our leave now."

"...Who are you?" Tang Huaiyi was silent for two seconds, then quickly caught up with the three people who were about to go downstairs and blocked Mu Qingfeng's way.

"My name is Mu Qingfeng, and I'm Fei Xi's junior sister. We met in Nanxuan City and a few days ago." Seeing Tang Huaiyi's expression of not recognizing her, Mu Qingfeng was inexplicably angry after answering. If it weren't for her senior sister's sake, she wouldn't have told this person her name.

"Mu Qingfeng?" Tang Huaiyi read the three names aloud, glanced at the three of them, seemed to be deep in thought, and then stepped aside without saying anything more.

Seeing that he made way, Mu Qingfeng was afraid that he would bother her senior sister again, so she immediately pulled Fei Xi downstairs.

"Farewell." After saying this, Ji Zhongxuan moved with the speed of the wind, catching up with the two who were almost at the bottom of the building in a few leaps.

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The moon was high in the sky, and all was quiet. Tang Huaiyi sat alone on the floor of the attic during the day, the candlelight flickering. A figure, like a ghost, entered through the window.

The newcomer stood before him without any politeness, looking down at him, and said decisively, "You're awake."

"Yes, when did you wake up?"

The newcomer did not answer, but with just a look, Tang Huaiyi instantly understood that this person had never been so unknowingly trapped as they had been.

After a long silence, Tang Huaiyi asked with mixed feelings:

Have you seen them? Where are they now?

"That idiot is always doing stupid things, even she doesn't recognize him. It's only because she spoils him and goes along with his stupidity. The other one is nowhere to be found."

Hearing the newcomer's angry outburst, Tang Huaiyi didn't refute it. This whole mess was indeed caused by that idiot. She even went along with his nonsense, which was really giving them a headache. Fortunately, things hadn't gotten out of hand yet.

"What should we do now? I still don't understand what happened last week."

"The crash caused a restart. I don't know the specific reason. I just joined this week. For now, don't do anything. Just be a good young master of the Tang family. I'll come back to you when I need you."

"...Aren't you going to care about her? If you had been willing to get involved back then, that idiot wouldn't have taken such a big risk."

The newcomer stared at him intently, his delusions and probing thoughts clearly reflected in those eyes, utterly exposed. Tang Huaiyi's heart trembled, and he shut his mouth in fear. The elders had warned him that this person was different from them; this person was a monster.

"I will not interfere with the predetermined course of fate, and she has her own ideas. Don't impose your desires on her. Let me remind you, the witch already knows that something happened to her. If we don't succeed this week, no one can withstand the witch's wrath."

"..." Upon hearing the word "witch," Tang Huaiyi's body reflexively trembled. He didn't know where witches came from, but having grown up hearing stories of witches' cruelty, none of them wanted to become the pitiful victims the next generation talked about.

“I promise you I won’t do anything unnecessary, but once I’ve dealt with the Tang family’s affairs, I want to stay by her side. I have a feeling something’s strange here; I smell a really unpleasant odor.”

"Whatever, wait for my message."

After speaking, the man leaped into the air and disappeared into the night. Tang Huaiyi sat back down on the ground, the candlelight casting a long shadow that resembled a giant dragon baring its fangs and claws.

Once he regained consciousness, he naturally wouldn't fall into that ridiculous dream again. She was different from them, and everyone knew that. But as a friend, he couldn't stand by and watch others bully her.

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On the vast ocean, a giant ship with twelve masts sails slowly forward, like a moving castle.

Yin Zhengyi and Tie Liang from Pilibao, shrouded in black robes and wearing masks, had just stepped out of their cabin when a beautiful maidservant immediately came forward to lead the way for them.

The corridors along the road were dimly lit, and the faces of the people around me were blurred under the faint light, as if they were hidden in the mist.

Before they even reached the hall, they heard the loud shouts and laughter of the crowd rising and falling.

Inside the ship's main hall, it was as bright as day. In a corner, a group of masked gamblers were gathered around several tables.

The dice rolled back and forth in the dealer's hand, and the cards flew across the table. Instead of the gold and silver usually seen in gambling dens, people were presented with mountains of various precious treasures. The winners were beaming with pride, while the losers left dejectedly.

In the center of the hall stood a huge stage. Below the stage, musicians played melodious tunes; on the stage, beautiful dancers swayed gracefully to the music. Surrounding the stage were about a dozen round ebony tables. Several tables were already full of people, with fine wine and delicacies being continuously served. However, the group seemed to be waiting for something, and no one was in the mood to enjoy the food before them.

Yin Zhengyi and Tie Liang strolled over to an empty table and sat down leisurely.

Three months ago, when the three factions of the Nanxuan City Guardians went to Sanhe Town to investigate the mystery of the missing girl, they were ambushed by Ren Yaofei, the murderer in the Sanhe Town case.

Disciples from all three sects witnessed Ren Yaofei using martial arts techniques from different schools to injure people. Later, his junior disciple Fei Xi even discovered the secret manuals of four different sects on Ren Yaofei's corpse.

In order to investigate the theft of their sect's secret manual, Yin Zhengyi and Tie Liang from Pilibao went to Huicheng Sect, Ren Yaofei's former sect, to investigate. They learned that Ren Yaofei would go to Tianmiao every year on the third day of the third lunar month.

A little over a month ago, Yin Zhengyi and Tie Liang had set off for Tianmiao together, intending to continue their investigation along this lead. However, halfway there, he heard news of his nephew Fei Xi's accident. He had no choice but to part ways with Tie Liang and return to Nanxuan City to escort Fei Xi to Jiangyou for treatment.

Five days ago, at Jiang You's inn, his junior apprentice Fei Xi obtained a jade-like plaque carved with lotus flowers from somewhere and gave it to him. Fei Xi told him that as long as he said a specific code at the inn in Tianmiao, he would be taken to a large ship. The secret manual of martial arts that Ren Yaofei had was bought from the ship.

As soon as the two sat down, a beautiful and attentive maid came forward to pour them tea, interrupting Yin Zhengyi's reminiscence.

Afterwards, four maids came forward and laid out exquisite and delicious food and wine before leaving.

The aroma of the wine wafted from the bottle, and Tie Liang knew at a glance that it was Prajna wine, aged for at least fifty years. If he didn't have urgent business to attend to later, Tie Liang would have loved to drink a whole pot right now and taste what it was like.

Tie Liang, as the leader of Thunderbolt Fortress, was quite knowledgeable, but he was still astonished by the ship and its contents. He thought to himself, "Good heavens, who is the owner of this ship?" Putting aside the fine wine in front of him, the ship itself was the largest he had ever seen.

Just as he was lost in thought, a handsome and clever young man approached them with a smile and asked, "Is this your first time at our Cloud Auction? If you give me a little something, I can teach you how to buy what you want at the lowest possible price."