?67: Chapter 67: Granting You as a Servant (Part 1) 67: Chapter 67: Granting You as a Servant (Part 1) The spring rain was continuous, and the temperature had suddenly dropped.

    Although it was early spring, there was still a hint of coldness in the air, and the drizzling rain drenched Zhuo Junting’s delicate body.

    From the early morning, Zhuo Junting had been kneeling in front of Ye Xuan’s house.

    Even though it had started to drizzle, she had never stood up.

    From her dull eyes, only despair was visible, inducing pity from anyone who saw her.

    “Brother, are you really going to let her kneel like this?” Ye Ling’er said with a pained expression.

    Ye Xuan, with his hands clasped behind his back, calmly watched Zhuo Junting kneeling outside the door through the eaves, his expression unchanged, leaving no clue as to what he was thinking.

    “She harbors hatred in her heart and has already fallen into paranoia.

    Such a person is undoubtedly insane, especially being a woman!” Ye Xuan said calmly.

    “Brother, maybe...

    maybe you could help her?” Ye Ling’er bit her lips lightly as she spoke.

    Looking at Ye Ling’er’s distressed expression, Ye Xuan smiled and said, “Silly girl, there are so many pitiful people in this world.

    If I helped every one I saw, do you think I could manage?”

    At this point, Ye Xuan paused slightly, a strange look crossing his eyes, and said, “Moreover, this world is inherently unfair.

    She wants me to help her seek revenge, but what can she offer in return?”

    Ye Ling’er didn’t understand Ye Xuan’s words.

    She knew that her elder brother was very mysterious, but she couldn’t bear to see Zhuo Junting keep kneeling outside.

    Ultimately, Ye Ling’er could only sigh softly and stopped speaking on behalf of Zhuo Junting.

    As night fell, the wind and rain stopped.

    With Ye’s mother and Ye Ping returning home together, they naturally saw Zhuo Junting kneeling outside.

    After Ye’s mother inquired about it, Ye Xuan just brushed off the question, telling his mother that he had his own judgment on the matter.

    At the same time, a luxurious sedan drove into Biyun Pavilion and stopped in front of Ye Xuan’s house.

    Zhuo Wenbin and Ghost Old Man stepped out of the car together until they reached Zhuo Junting, a cold sneer emerging from Zhuo Wenbin.

    “Heh.”

    “Isn’t this my lovely niece?

    Why don’t you greet your uncle?”

    Suddenly!

    Zhuo Junting suddenly raised her head, her eyes bloodshot, filled with numerous blood vessels, her venomous and resentful gaze like that of a demon crawling out of Hell.

    If looks could kill, Zhuo Wenbin would have died thousands of times by now.

    “What a strong resentment!” Ghost Old Man exclaimed softly, his eyes gleaming with excitement as if he had seen a treasure.

    “Zhuo Wenbin, you beast who murders your father and brother, even if I turn into a vengeful ghost after death, I will haunt you day and night, ensuring you never find peace.” Zhuo Junting roared like a fiend, her shrill voice sending chills down one’s spine.

    “Hmph, sharp-tongued.

    Wait until I meet Mr.

    Ye, then let’s see how I’ll kill you,” Zhuo Wenbin said viciously.

    The door of the Ye Family was pushed open, and Ye Xuan walked out leisurely, causing a change in Zhuo Wenbin and the Ghost Old Man’s expressions, their faces quickly taking on ingratiating smiles as they hurried towards Ye Xuan.

    “I have long admired Mr.

    Ye’s reputation.

    Today’s uninvited visit, I hope Mr.

    Ye won’t take offense,” Zhuo Wenbin bowed deeply, lowering himself greatly.

    “I have seen Brother Ye,” said Ghost Old Man with a serious bow.

    “Do you have something you need?” Ye Xuan asked calmly.

    “Mr.

    Ye, I’m terribly sorry for the disturbance caused by my niece without your permission.

    I am here to take her back to the Zhuo Family.

    This is a small token of my appreciation; please kindly accept it.”

    Zhuo Wenbin said respectfully, holding two wooden boxes and bowing as he offered them to Ye Xuan; however, Ye Xuan did not reach out to take them, making Zhuo Wenbin feel slightly embarrassed.

    “Brother Ye, could we perhaps talk inside?” The ghostly figure shifted his eyes and tentatively spoke to Ye Xuan.

    As Ye Xuan observed the eager expressions of Zhuo Wenbin and the other man, a strange light flashed through his eyes before he slowly nodded and headed inside the house.

    The ghostly figure gave Zhuo Wenbin a look, and with delighted expressions, they quickly entered Ye Xuan’s home.

    At this moment, Zhuo Junting, witnessing this scene, bit her lips tightly and staggered to her feet to follow them into Ye Xuan’s house, clearly realizing that Zhuo Wenbin was trying to win Ye Xuan over—an occurrence she could not allow to happen.

    In the living room.

    Ye Xuan sat back on the soft sofa, looking indifferently at the three people in front of him, while his mother and others, knowing that Ye Xuan had matters to handle, had returned to their rooms early, not wishing to see these outsiders.

    “I know Brother Ye is a hermit who naturally looks beyond worldly money.

    These two boxes contain five-hundred-year-old ginseng, which Wenbin went through great lengths to acquire as Spiritual Objects.

    This modest gift is merely a gesture of respect; please, Brother Ye, kindly accept it.”

    The ghostly figure swiftly opened the two wooden boxes, and the rich aroma of the ginseng wafted up, pushed directly in front of Ye Xuan.

    The smile on his face grew more ingratiating, though a fleeting look of pain in his eyes quickly passed.

    Seeing the old ginseng inside the two wooden boxes, Ye Xuan was slightly taken aback.

    He could fully feel the traces of Spiritual Energy within them.

    He hadn’t expected that in this degenerated world, there would still be such Spiritual Medicine available—an indeed rare occurrence.

    Ye Xuan could see that Zhuo Wenbin and his companion had gone to great lengths to please him.

    “I’ll accept the gifts.”

    Ye Xuan nodded, promptly closed the wooden boxes to prevent the Spiritual Energy from leaking, although these Spiritual Medicines were useless to him, they would be extremely beneficial for ordinary people.

    Seeing Ye Xuan accept the gift, Zhuo Wenbin finally felt relieved and shot Zhuo Junting a subtle look, his eyes flashing a chilling trace of murderous intent.

    “Mr.

    Ye, whatever you may instruct in the future, as long as it is within my power, I will undertake it without refusal,” Zhuo Wenbin stepped forward and expressed his attitude timely.

    “If there’s nothing else, you may leave,” Ye Xuan nodded and softly spoke.

    Seeing that Ye Xuan had no intention of engaging further, Zhuo Wenbin was taken aback.

    Just as he was about to say something more, the ghostly figure quickly feigned anger and scolded, “Aren’t you going to take your good-for-nothing niece home yet?

    Do you want to keep disturbing Mr.

    Ye’s rest?”

    “Ah?”

    Zhuo Wenbin was startled, then quickly regained his composure, instantly understanding the ghostly figure’s intent.

    Since Mr.

    Ye had accepted the gifts, it was clear he had no intention of protecting Zhuo Junting; any more words at this point would be superfluous.

    “Mr.

    Ye, we shall take our leave.”

    Zhuo Wenbin respectfully spoke to Ye Xuan, his face twisting into a sinister smile as he looked at Zhuo Junting.

    He grabbed her arm and walked toward the door of the Ye residence.

    Zhuo Junting, being just a frail woman, couldn’t break free from Zhuo Wenbin’s grasp.

    As he continued to pull her, her eyes were filled with despair, and she cried out to Ye Xuan for help, “Mr.

    Ye, will you truly not save me?”

    Regrettably, despite Zhuo Junting’s pleas for help, Ye Xuan remained unmoved until she was dragged out of the Ye residence, and the three figures disappeared from his sight.

    “If one does not climb out of Hell, how can there be such overwhelming hatred surging like the Blood Sea?” Ye Xuan murmured softly, a faint smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

    Amid a blood-colored haze and the humming of the void, as Ye Xuan’s voice faded, he eerily vanished from his home.