Chapter 155

Under Cheng Liunian’s terrified gaze, Cheng Guang slowly stepped forward, with surging Qi gleaming in the palm of his hand.

Murderous aura was chilling.

Cheng Liunian didn’t know why, but when he saw the murderous intent in Cheng Guang’s eyes, he felt a shiver in his body.

Clearly, he knew that Cheng Guang could not possibly kill him.

If Cheng Guang killed him, the resulting mystical phenomena from his death would cause Cheng Guang to die as well.

Unless he wants us to perish together.

With this thought, Cheng Liunian’s face regained its confident smile, his lips curling into a fierce grin as he glared at Cheng Guang with hatred.

“What do you think you’re doing? You couldn’t possibly want to kill me…”

Cheng Liunian hadn’t finished speaking.

Cheng Guang had already arrived in front of Cheng Liunian and struck out with a palm.

He viciously slapped it onto Cheng Liunian’s forehead.

Bang!!

A dull sound erupted.

The brain inside Cheng Liunian’s head instantly shattered.

His eyes, mouth, and ears immediately gushed out copious amounts of blood.

It poured out like there was no cost, surging violently.

All time seemed to disappear at that moment.

Cheng Liunian looked at Cheng Guang, unable to believe what was happening, blood spilling from his mouth. He seemed to want to say something, but before any words could come out, he collapsed to the ground.

His eyes gradually lost their light.

Cheng Guang took a brocade handkerchief from his bosom and slowly wiped his palm with it, then tossed the handkerchief onto Cheng Liunian’s body.

The moment the brocade handkerchief touched Cheng Liunian’s body, raging flames erupted instantly, flickering tongues of fire engulfed Cheng Liunian’s body completely.

His clothes, flesh, and bones all began to burn, and in an instant, puffs of black smoke drifted away.

Then, at that moment.

A tremendously powerful aura burst forth from the world, as if from within the wooden house a giant pillar of light rose up, starting from Cheng Liunian’s body.

At the same time, the Nine Dragons Stealing Sky formation began to suppress the mystical phenomena caused by the death of Cheng Liunian with an astonishing reaction speed.

The entire wooden house and the world seemed to be completely isolated at that moment, forming an independent space.

The huge pillar of light was imprisoned within the wooden house.

Only after Cheng Liunian’s body had completely turned to ash did the light pillar faintly dissipate.

All was quiet.

Whew…

Cheng Guang slowly exhaled, his gaze complex as he looked at the pile of ashes on the ground.

After so many days, he had finally dealt with the true Princely Heir completely.

If you don’t die, I will have to.

It’s either you or me now.

Cheng Guang muttered to himself and dispersed the Nine Dragons Stealing Sky formation.

The formation, like a breeze, vanished into the world with a whoosh.

Everything appeared unchanged from before.

The sky outside was still blue, with clouds drifting peacefully, everything so tranquil and serene.

Cheng Guang pushed open the door and walked out, enjoying the splendid sunshine for a while, then spoke slowly.

“Let’s go. It’s time to go back.”

Lin Cheng nodded, then silently turned to glance behind him. When he saw the ashes within the wooden house, his eyes slightly narrowed.

The coachman was indeed dead.

Although Lin Cheng did not understand why his Princely Heir would go through so much trouble for a coachman, who had been directly killed a long time ago.

Lin Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling suddenly relaxed all over his body.

Now that the coachman was dead, he could return to the capital city.

The thought was quite satisfying indeed.

Cheng Guang did not linger too long at White Deer Manor and refused the Village Head’s invitation to stay for a meal, quickly heading back to the capital city.

He could not stay away for too long. If he was outside the capital for an extended period,

even if the numerous guards did not report back to Cheng Zhihai, Cheng Zhihai would sense something was amiss.

Cheng Guang rode his horse at a swift pace, and in just two hours he had returned to the capital city.

By the time he arrived at Duke Zhen’s Mansion, inside the Million Specie Garden,

Qing Luan was still in the pavilion, seemingly lost in thought, resting her chin in her hand with a somewhat absent-minded look.

When she heard someone’s footsteps approaching the courtyard gate, she turned her head excitedly, looking towards the entrance.

Seeing Cheng Guang’s figure appear, her eyes revealed some delight.

She quickly got up and walked briskly to Cheng Guang.

“Princely Heir, what’s the situation?” Qing Luan asked.

Cheng Guang knew what Qing Luan was asking about and nodded.

“It’s been dealt with.”

Upon hearing this, Qing Luan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The heavy burden that had weighed on her heart had finally been lifted.

Qing Luan’s lips moved slightly, as if suddenly recalling something, and a hesitant look appeared on her lovely face, unsure whether she should bring up the matter to Cheng Guang.

Cheng Guang noticed Qing Luan’s expression and chuckled softly.

“Whatever it is, just say it out. There’s no need to worry about anything,” he said.

Qing Luan nodded slightly and said, “Princely Heir, Bai Shuxuan has disappeared.”

“Gone?” Cheng Guang’s eyebrows rose slightly, as if he couldn’t comprehend what Qing Luan meant.

He had only left Bai Shuxuan behind on Crane-Crying Island, not lost him.

How could he just disappear so suddenly?

Qing Luan then further explained, “He disappeared… or rather… went missing…”

On hearing this, Cheng Guang’s brow furrowed slightly.

“How could he go missing just like that, who told you this?”

Qing Luan replied, “Mr. Qian Siyuan just came by, wanting to speak with you about something. But since you weren’t here at the time, Mr. Qian told me about it.”