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The crowd below stared in shock at the young man dressed in white, adorned with a strange Black Lotus pattern. His expression was calm and indifferent, as if the lives of an entire city held no significance to him. Strangely, despite his beauty resembling that of a Divine Son from the heavens, he instilled a deep sense of fear and even reverence in those who beheld him.
Was he truly a person of this world? The martial heroes present couldn't help but wonder. Though they had roamed the martial world for decades and witnessed countless scenes, what they saw today would remain etched in their memories for life.
In contrast, Sang Qin, seated as Chairman, wore a placid expression, as if everything had been anticipated long ago.
Sima Rui observed An Jin, who appeared different from his previous impressions. This Flourishing youth, stunningly beautiful yet cold and distant, seemed to perceive the world with an unsettling clarity. Was this person—who resembled a devil from hell—really the same Little Jin he had known? The one who frequented brothels, drank and reveled daily, carefree and lighthearted?
The young man stood there, coldly watching the nearly incapacitated former city lord, and announced with chilling authority, “From now on, Suaru City belongs to my Vermilion Bird King.” He smiled lightly at a round-faced boy in the audience, whose shy smile was endearing. “Little Seven, do you like this gift?”
The round-faced boy nodded gently and smiled bashfully. Gasps echoed through the crowd as they realized that this seemingly ordinary boy was none other than Jin Shao's renowned steward and trusted assistant—the Vermilion Bird King Mai Qi, who managed Jun Jin Villa.
The round-faced boy glanced over at Jimo, who was struggling to accept everything happening around him. “Long time no see, Uncle,” he said warmly.
Jimo's eyes widened as he recognized that familiar face. Stammering, he asked, “You... you are really Ji Yu?”
At that moment, the round-faced boy suddenly exuded the grace expected of nobility and bowed his head slightly. “Yes, Uncle.”
After a pause, he continued, “Uncle, that is a gift from Young Master; I cannot refuse it.”
The youth on stage chuckled lightly. “I give you a city; do you really want to refuse it so reluctantly?”
The round-faced boy replied respectfully, “Little Seven dares not; Young Master has given me too many things.”
The White-Clad Youth smiled dismissively. “Good things should naturally be shared with family. Are you sure you want to discuss our family matters in front of so many seniors?”
The round-faced boy raised his eyes to survey the stunned audience and felt somewhat embarrassed. “I apologize, esteemed seniors; I did not mean to intrude.”
Nearby, Azure Thorn also smiled and said, “Young Master, the matter is concluded; we should return now.”
The young man mused aloud, “Both the Diao Hu group and Cunning Fox group have already left to join forces with Black Eagle group and Fierce Leopard group in Suaru City. The impostor posing as A Bead of Pearl has been captured; it seems I have nothing more to do here.”
He turned to address the disheveled former city lord. “If you wish to avoid death, you'd best leave quickly. If I see you again, I cannot guarantee that I won't treat you like your subordinates and be forced to kill you.”
At the mention of this matter, both Little Seven and Azure Thorn felt a chill in their eyes as guilt and pain flooded their minds; they nearly rushed forward to eliminate the culprit on the spot.
In this tense atmosphere, the young man suddenly smiled charmingly, "Let's go. There's no need to dwell on these matters. Even without him, there will always be others to take his place. People change and grow up."
"Perhaps, Little Seven, you should thank him. He took your throne and drove you away, allowing you to mature and learn more," the young man said casually.
The expressions of the two finally shifted.
"Wait," Bearded Uncle suddenly stood up and said, "You can't leave yet."
The young man looked puzzled. "Why not?"
"You are the last one standing on the Stage. You are the one chosen as today's leader of the martial arts world. And we have all seen your skills, Little Nephew. You deserve it."
My legs felt a bit weak as I stepped down from the stage, turning back with an awkward smile. "Me? How am I qualified? That Yan Xiaodi from the Xiaoyao Sect is talented in both martial arts and literature; he is the best candidate for the leader of the martial arts world. Besides, he seems kind-hearted and capable of leading everyone towards prosperity. As for me," I reverted to my usual rogue demeanor, "I'm just a small-time troublemaker living in Jiankang. I'm insignificant. And since I’m carefree, it's better if I don't take on such thankless tasks. Right, Master?" I tossed the dilemma to the person who had been watching the show all night.
The person called out smiled lightly. "My Disciple has been unruly since childhood and is indeed unfit for this position. In terms of skill and character, Yan Anran from the Xiaoyao Sect is more suitable. Everyone need not worry; before I step down, I will personally train him. I believe he will be someone who can lead everyone to become stronger. You can all rest assured about that." He looked at me and said, "Little Jin, let's rest for now and head down tomorrow." I nodded; he seemed to know what I was thinking.
However, I patted my chest in relief that such a thankless task was not placed upon me. Suddenly, there was a scream from the crowd; when I looked back at the Stage, that person had already vanished. He escaped quickly; otherwise—
Just as I was about to return to my room after a long night of commotion, that younger brother named Yan Anran approached me with support from his fellow disciples and respectfully said, "Thank you, Jin Gongzi, for saving me earlier and giving me the pill that saved my life. This great kindness will be forever remembered by Anran. If you ever need anything in the future, please do not hesitate to ask."
I looked at him, nodding in confusion. To be honest, I didn't intentionally save him; it just happened that he was the one standing against Jimo. I would have saved anyone else too. However, I wisely chose to remain silent; saying otherwise would surely make things awkward.
As soon as I reached the door, a figure stood there as if waiting for me for a long time, but I had seen him at the venue before leaving!
I waved my hand dismissively to Little Seven and Azure Thorn, who understood and left quietly behind me. I stepped forward to open the door for him to enter. In the darkness, we both sat down without lighting any candles.
After a long silence, I finally chuckled lightly and said, "Isn't it strange that I'm the owner of A Bead of Pearl, just like you are the owner of 'The Dark Gate'?"
He replied in a low voice, "You know everything."
I remained silent; we stared at each other for a long time before asking again, "Why did you look for me?"
In the darkness, Sima Rui kept gazing at the young man sitting across from him, his eyes shining with an unusual light.
"I don't know, I just want to see you, to find you. Ever since you went missing, I've been going crazy. All I can think about is finding you, seeing you, Little Jin. Let's go back to how things used to be."
"A Bead of Pearl was the last gift Sister Dan Yi gave me before she left." I answered his question indirectly. "Before I took over, A Bead of Pearl was a notorious assassin organization that struck fear into the hearts of everyone in the martial world. It was the organization Sister Dan Yi used to gather intelligence in the Central Plains, but due to the internal strife in Xianbei, she had to return. Before she left, she handed Master’s jade token to me. A few years ago, the entire martial world united to try and eradicate it; at that time, A Bead of Pearl had nearly vanished. I had always ignored it, but I began to reform it into what it is now. It has the best defenses and organization in the country, specifically protecting all of Jun Jin's chain stores. It exists solely to safeguard Jun Jin's interests and poses no threat, but should not be underestimated."
"You see, we are so far apart. I, An Jin, am a ruthless businessman, while you are an emperor, a noble being. Please do not act recklessly; return to your court soon. There are many state affairs awaiting your wise decisions. We," I took out a small knife and cut off a lock of my hair, handing it to him, "we shall sever our ties from now on and become strangers. I do not know you, and you do not know me. Let us live our lives well from here on out."
He took it from me; the darkness concealed the pain in his eyes. Likewise, he could not see my suffering as he bitterly said, "Is this what you hoped for? If so, then I will grant your wish, Little Jin. But please don’t refuse to let me watch you from afar? I don’t know if I’m going crazy; why do I keep thinking about you? I have no extravagant hopes; I've searched for you for so long and finally found you. Please don’t reject me."
I truly couldn't bear to refuse him and softly said, "I need to rest now."
He stood up. "Then I'll take my leave."
I sat there in silence, lost in thought in the darkness. Don't fall in love with An Jin; it's like a taboo. If there’s any chance for us to be together again—Miracle—then let yourself fall for Xie Weiying instead; that would be my identity that shines before the world. But—self-deprecatingly, I smiled bitterly and helplessly; how could I forget how much he despised Xie Weiying? How could he ever love her?
Though she is another version of myself, why does my heart feel uneasy? It's as if someone I care about despises me.
Last night was our Volcano Hot Spring Tourism Festival gala, celebrating the completion of the airport in this small town. Many stars attended; unfortunately, I couldn't afford a ticket for the front row; otherwise, I could have taken some close-up photos. Instead, I sat obediently at the back with a ticket someone had given me and watched the performance intently. There were Tang Can and that AIDS Ambassador singing whatever they wanted; there was also a tenor who often appears on CCTV and many others. Finally, when Sun Nan sang "No See No Farewell," the audience erupted into cheers and applause. There was also an hour-long fireworks display; the fireworks burst in the sky and fell like rain—so beautiful! I tilted my head back until my neck ached. The fountains gushed high with splashes of water while the lights from Sanqiao illuminated everything around them—all reflected in the serene river below—a dazzling spectacle that left me entranced...
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