Chapter 127: You Think Too Highly of Yourself and Too Little of Bai Chu

Over twenty years ago when the spiritual energy just began to revive, anyone could become an immortal, and among them were some with questionable character. Later on, that group of demonic cultivators established the Demon Domain.

Bai Chuwei was wandering around Haicheng at that time simply to find her pet fox and didn’t pay any heed to those people. As a result, she ended up being targeted by that group of demonic cultivators instead.

The demonic cultivators learned from Duan Xiuqi that she had a heart condition and tricked her.

Subsequently, China urgently established the Unnatural Management Bureau, and that group of demonic cultivators ran off abroad.

There’s a saying that pigs should be fattened before being slaughtered, and she didn’t mind finding some free time one day to go abroad and wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Bai Chuwei knew the purpose of Zhou Ming and his group seeking her out. Even though the spiritual energy had been revived for over twenty years, the number of people who truly practiced immortality was still very few, so they tried to recruit as many as possible.

Bai Chuwei looked out at the vast night sky through the window, suddenly clicked her tongue in disapproval, thinking how these people were truly wasting such excellent conditions of the revived spiritual energy.

Bai Chuwei stood up and lazily walked outside, “I’m tired, I’m going home first.”

She left behind a group of stunned people. The news was too stirring, too shocking. They must investigate!

The moment Bai Chuwei stepped out of the meeting room, two tall figures swiftly approached her.

Duan Feihan’s pitch-black pupils were fixated on Bai Chuwei, he scrutinized her and asked, “Are you alright?”

Bai Chuwei gave a hum of laughter, “Of course not.”

The gaze from aside was too intense; Duan Xiuqi stared at her, pressing further, “What is your real name?”

Bai Chuwei, with her hands behind her back, said with a smile, “My name is Bai Chuwei.”

Duan Xiuqi staggered back a step, Tong Yunrou exclaimed in a thrilled tone, “Xiuqi, look, I told you, she’s not Bai Chu! She’s just an 18-year-old high school student!”

Duan Xiuqi seemed somewhat distraught, “You also have the surname Bai? Is Chuchu your… aunt?”

But why did they look so alike? They were as if carved out of the same mold!

Duan Xiuqi instinctively wanted to reach for his phone to compare photos in his album, but suddenly, he remembered something—they didn’t have any photos together.

Bai Chuwei, hands still behind her back, remained noncommittal.

“Where is your aunt now?” Duan Xiuqi asked eagerly.

Bai Chuwei intended to say that she was dead, but then she remembered that she had been sending letters daily under the name Bai Chu, demanding repayments of four billion from the Tong Family. She couldn’t very well pretend to be dead, could she? So she made something up on the fly, “Abroad, married with kids.”

Married!

Like a bolt from the blue, Duan Xiuqi’s face went pale, he muttered to himself, “She got married abroad? And never returned?”

The man in his thirties had a hint of crimson in his eyes, his hands clenched into fists, “Why? Because I insisted she marry me? She knew I was doing it to protect her!”

At eighteen, Duan Xiuqi was quite confident. Aside from being a bit of a nonconformist, he had good looks and a good family, and a passable character. It didn’t matter that Bai Chu didn’t like him then; he was determined to win her over!

He accidentally learned that an organization called the Demon Domain was after her, and the only solution he could think of was to make her become part of the Duan Family, to be protected by the entire family.

Unfortunately, Bai Chu did not appreciate the gesture.

Bai Chuwei’s eyes, as deep as the night, stared fixedly at Duan Xiuqi with a light chuckle, “You think too highly of yourself, and you underestimate… Bai Chu.”

It was precisely because Duan Xiuqi’s initial intention was to protect her that Bai Chuwei, a person who never forgot a grudge, even though she resented him, had not sought revenge against him in all these twenty years.

“Enough, I’ll take you home,” said Duan Feihan, his cool hand suddenly reaching out, pulling Bai Chuwei’s wrist.

Bai Chuwei was stunned for a moment, then fiercely shook off Duan Feihan’s hand, righteously declaring, “Hanhan, you’re not keeping your word.”