Bamboo Case Chapter Thirty-Five: Farewell Again

“Finally no longer hiding—are you planning to team up with her to kill me?!” Kesa sneered coldly, exerting even more force.

This time, Lu Yun didn’t block the attack and was sent flying backward.

“Cough, cough…” Lu Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked toward Kesa.

“As expected, still a bit forced,” he muttered.

Then, Lu Yun kicked a slender willow throwing knife lying by his feet toward Miss Fengfeng.

“Don’t just stare, join in.”

“Since you’ve come out, why should I make a move?” Miss Fengfeng smiled.

Lu Yun chuckled, “I want to leave, and no one can stop me.”

“Are you threatening me?” Miss Fengfeng asked coldly.

“Sorry, at this point, I have no choice but to resort to this. After all, I want to live.”

Lu Yun tightened his grip around a long sword that had suddenly appeared in his hand.

“So, let’s go together.”

…

A young man boarded the large ship carrying beauties from various nations as tributes to Yuan Mo.

The young man sat on a chair brought by a cultivator and looked at the group of people standing on the deck.

“Are you the ones causing trouble just now?” the young man asked with a smile.

“So what if we are?!” The first man who had rushed onto the ship shouted, “Who gave you the right to take Miss Fengfeng away?”

The young man glanced at the respectful cultivator beside him and asked, “I recall His Majesty issued an order that every woman sent to Qianjing City must be asked if she consents. If not, then no force shall be used, and assistance should be provided. Isn’t that how you handled it?”

Since Emperor Yuan Mo ascended the throne, the already somewhat unique Baiyuan Kingdom became even more distinctive.

Its customs aligned more closely with the ethos of the vast Haoran World, growing warmer and more humane, almost suppressing the innate beastliness of the wild demon clans.

Logically, such a Baiyuan Kingdom should face rejection in the wild world, yet to this day, no great demon has stirred trouble; instead, Baiyuan Kingdom frequently attacks other nations.

Some great demons secretly speculate that this is related to the elder Bai.

The elder Bai wants to change the wilderness.

Baiyuan Kingdom is the first step in that change.

The cultivator immediately knelt to explain, “I have never disobeyed His Majesty’s orders. Every woman on this ship is here voluntarily!”

“Oh? So Miss Fengfeng consented as well?” the young man asked with interest.

“I have her written consent!” The cultivator hurriedly produced a document from his sleeve and presented it.

The young man stood, took the paper, and approached the group of hijackers.

After a moment of silence, he looked at them and asked, “Would you like to see it?”

No one answered.

The young man smiled and began tearing the paper into pieces, tossing them into the river.

“Few have seen it; consider it void. Ask all the women on the ship again publicly and rewrite the consent.”

The cultivator quickly bowed in agreement.

The young man folded his hands behind his back and turned to look into the distance.

“Go outside the city gates and have a look. Brother Lu will probably be quite surprised.”

…

Lu Yun retreated once more. Just now, Kesa had forcibly broken through his full moon illusion.

“As expected, after Dong Jianxian’s sword aura is exhausted, the full moon weakens significantly,” Lu Yun sighed.

He needed to hasten his pursuit of purity; martial cultivation was weighing him down, and he had to break to rebuild.

“Hey, can you run away?” Lu Yun asked Miss Fengfeng beside him.

“Of course I can, but I despise you,” she replied coolly. “I thought you had more confidence.”

Lu Yun smiled, “If there’s a way to survive, you have to try. Killing is just a bonus.”

Miss Fengfeng twitched the corner of her mouth, feeling helpless toward Lu Yun for the first time.

“Ready to die?” Kesa advanced step by step. “Or are you going to keep hiding?”

Lu Yun raised an eyebrow, sat cross-legged in place, grasping the sword’s hilt, and leisurely yawned.

“Tired. Not hiding anymore.”

Kesa frowned and halted.

Could this be a trick?

No matter how the priest consulted the heavens, the answer was always “peace.”

“What are you doing?!” Miss Fengfeng frowned. “If you’re waiting to die, I won’t join you.”

Lu Yun said nothing, only smiling at the priest.

In the end, Priest Kesa chose to attack; he didn’t believe the heavens’ message would be wrong.

A yellow talisman slowly drifted down from the sky and landed in Kesa’s hand.

“Kill him,” Kesa whispered.

At that moment, the talisman glowed, and Kesa’s face seemed to age.

Just as expected!

Miss Fengfeng’s eyes grew serious.

Though the red thread was his life token, the yellow talisman was far from ordinary!

The talisman fluttered with the wind toward Lu Yun, its dangerous aura making Miss Fengfeng instinctively want to dodge.

This man is mad!

Watching Lu Yun remain unmoved, Miss Fengfeng thought to herself.

When the talisman was nearly before Lu Yun’s eyes, he murmured, “Not going to strike?”

Suddenly, the talisman began to burn.

No!

Kesa’s expression froze, then he immediately chose to retreat.

He had absolute confidence in his talisman; whoever could so easily destroy it was not someone he could afford to provoke!

As expected, someone blocked his path.

A stunning woman in a Daoist robe stood there.

She raised her hand, producing a talisman identical to the one Kesa held.

“Interesting…” she said as she looked at it.

She gently blew, and the talisman completely vanished into smoke.

“But not enough.”

“You’re the Immortal Realm cultivator of Baiyuan Kingdom!” Kesa exclaimed angrily. “What are you doing here?!”

“This is Baiyuan Kingdom’s territory. Of course, I can be here. But you—have you come to declare war?” she said calmly.

“If it’s a declaration of war, it’s unnecessary.”

Kesa’s face changed, and he quickly formed hand seals.

“Don’t bother. Yuan Mo is leading a grand army to the Changxing Kingdom border.”

The woman ignored Kesa and turned to Lu Yun with a smile.

“So, how do we settle this debt?”

Lu Yun helplessly held up three fingers.

“More debts, no worries. Including prior promises, that makes three agreements.”

“Brother Lu!”

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Lu Yun.

Lu Yun slowly smiled, genuine happiness blossoming from within.

The young man—An Luo, now the most powerful prince of Baiyuan Kingdom—came up and threw an arm around Lu Yun’s shoulder.

“I thought I’d never see you again!”