Chapter 127: You Overestimate Yourself and Underestimate Bai Chu

More than twenty years ago, when spiritual energy had just begun to resurge, anyone, regardless of their moral character, could cultivate immortality. Among them were many with questionable integrity, and those demonic cultivators eventually formed the Demon Realm.

At that time, Bai Chuwei was wandering through Haicheng solely to find her pet fox. She hadn't paid those people any mind, yet she ended up being targeted by them. Those demonic cultivators learned from Duan Xiuqi that she suffered from a heart ailment, and they used it to trap her. Later, when the Chinese government urgently established the Bureau of Unnatural Affairs, those demonic cultivators fled directly abroad.

As the saying goes, one should fatten a pig before slaughtering it. She didn't mind finding some spare time in the future to go abroad and wipe them out in one fell swoop. Bai Chuwei understood the purpose behind Zhou Ming and his group seeking her out; although spiritual energy had been resurging for over twenty years, the number of people truly capable of cultivation remained scarce, so they were desperate to recruit anyone they could.

Bai Chuwei looked out at the vast night sky beyond the window and suddenly clicked her tongue. These people were truly wasting the excellent conditions provided by the current resurgence of spiritual energy. She stood up and sauntered toward the exit. "I'm tired. I'm going home."

She left behind a group of stunned individuals. The news was too intense and shocking; it had to be investigated—it absolutely had to be investigated!

As soon as Bai Chuwei stepped out of the conference room, two tall figures walked quickly toward her. Duan Feihan stared at her with his dark, deep eyes, looking her up and down as he asked, "Are you alright?"

Bai Chuwei chuckled. "Of course I am."

The gaze from the side was too intense. Duan Xiuqi stared at her intently and pressed, "What is your name, exactly?"

Bai Chuwei clasped her hands behind her back and smiled brightly. "My name is Bai Chuwei."

Duan Xiuqi recoiled a step, stunned. Tong Yunrou was ecstatic, her voice trembling with excitement. "Xiuqi, look, I told you! She isn't Bai Chu! She’s just an eighteen-year-old high school student!"

Duan Xiuqi looked utterly dejected. "Your surname is also Bai? Is Chu the... your aunt?"

But why were they so similar? They looked as if they had been cast from the same mold! Duan Xiuqi instinctively reached for his phone to compare photos, only to suddenly remember that they had no photos together.

Bai Chuwei kept her hands behind her back, neither confirming nor denying.

"Where is your aunt now?" Duan Xiuqi asked urgently.

Bai Chuwei originally wanted to say she was dead, but then she remembered that she had been sending letters in Bai Chu's name every day demanding that the Tong family return four hundred million yuan. She couldn't very well expose her own "resurrection," could she? The Old Ancestor opened her mouth and spun a fabrication: "She’s abroad, married with children."

Married!

It was like a bolt of lightning from the blue. Duan Xiuqi's face turned deathly pale, and he muttered to himself, "She got married abroad? She’s been abroad and never returned?"

The eyes of the man in his thirties turned bloodshot, his hands clenching into fists. "Why? Because I insisted she marry me back then? She knew full well that I was trying to protect her!"

When Duan Xiuqi was eighteen, he was incredibly confident. Aside from being a bit rebellious, he was handsome, came from a good family, and his personality was passable enough. It didn't matter that Bai Chu didn't like him at the time; he was certain he could win her over. When he inadvertently learned that an organization called the Demon Realm had targeted her, the only solution he could think of was to make her a part of the Duan family so she would be under their protection.

Unfortunately, Bai Chu did not appreciate the gesture.

Bai Chuwei looked at Duan Xiuqi with eyes as deep as the night and said with a light laugh, "You think too highly of yourself, and you think too little of... Bai Chu."

It was precisely because his initial intention had been to protect her that Bai Chuwei, an Old Ancestor who always settled her grudges, had never sought revenge against him over these past twenty years.

"Enough. I'll take you home." Duan Feihan’s cool hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Bai Chuwei’s wrist.

Bai Chuwei froze for a moment, then violently shook off his hand. She said righteously, "Han-han, you’re not keeping your word."