After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 993: Group Spoiling Qingqing, Fujisan Family’s Doomsday (2)

Tonight, the Fujisan family was twice bathed in blood, with their top combat forces nearly wiped out.

The great elder suddenly regretted agreeing to Fujisan Shinya’s plan to imprison Si Fuqing and use her luck to continually nourish the entire family.

The allure of the Lady of Luck was indeed great. First YUAN Mingchi came, and now a Class-S evolved being.

Whoever made that phone call earlier had saved them at a crucial moment.

The head of the Fujisan family, trembling, looked up, his expression a mix of laughter and tears, “great elder, what do we do now?”

With so many high-level fighters dead, it wasn’t just about charging into the Free State anymore. Even retaining their position as one of the four Yin-Yangfamilies of Eastern Mulberry was now in question!

The Fujisan family had been rampant for years, making many enemies. These foes hadn’t dared to retaliate due to their strength.

But now, knowing the Fujisan family’s plight, how could they resist taking advantage?

The great elder’s face was ashen, his voice trembling, “First, clean this place up. We’ll take our time to deal with the rest. Keep the news as quiet as possible.”

But he knew it was impossible to hide. The other three families could easily see through the star charts that the Fujisan family had experienced a great disaster.

After a while, the other Masters of Yin-Yang helped each other up.

Even if they didn’t want to admit it, the Fujisan family’s hope of rising to the top was utterly crushed.

**

Meanwhile, Yu Xiheng had just left the Fujisan estate.

The night was deep, and the stars and moon shone even brighter.

“Sir!” A hurried voice called out behind him, respectful, “May I ask, are you the owner of the emperor’s fate and the luck of Ziwei?”

The speaker was the old ancestor of the Natsukawa family.

He had followed the trail of strong luck all the way to the Fujisan residence and had witnessed the horrifying scene.

The Fujisan family had been slaughtered!

The Natsukawa old ancestor was filled with fear. If their family had inadvertently offended the owner of the emperor’s fate, their end would be even worse than the Fujisan family’s.

Yu Xiheng glanced at him indifferently.

That glance, though emotionless, carried a deep weight.

“Please calm your anger, sir.” The Natsukawa old ancestor trembled, bowing again. “I observed the stars tonight and found that someone had foolishly angered you. So, I came to check.”

Yu Xiheng said nothing, walking away.

After he left, the Natsukawa old ancestor leaned against a nearby tree, gasping for breath.

Yu Xiheng circled to the back alley of the Fujisan residence, where there was a well under a tree.

A girl was crouching there.

He approached, seeing the moonlight fall on her hair, coating it in a thin layer of silvery light, making her look ethereal and unreal.

Hearing footsteps, Si Fuqing immediately patted the dust off her clothes and jumped up, running over, “Brother Nine, are you okay?”

“Yes.” Yu Xiheng carefully examined her, noting every inch of her body.

“I’m fine now, really. Someone saved me just now.” Si Fuqing lowered her head, feeling guilty, “I’m sorry for making you worry.”

Just a few minutes ago, Chen Ying had called her back, saying Yu Xiheng had arrived in Kinto and had most likely gone to the Fujisan estate.

Given his temperament, usually calm as water, in such moments, cruel and violent wouldn’t even begin to describe him.

“Mhmm.” He raised his clean left hand, gently patting her head, his smile faint, “No need to apologize to me. If I were in trouble, you would come too, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course!” Si Fuqing frowned, noticing the blood on his hand, “But you still got hurt. Let me bandage you up.”

She took out a bandage she always carried and grabbed his right hand.

“It’s not my blood,” Yu Xiheng said indifferently, not caring much.

“Don’t move.” Si Fuqing held his wrist firmly, “Even if it’s someone else’s blood, it shouldn’t dirty your hand. Such beautiful hands, right?”

She carefully wiped the blood off his palm and fingers, her expression serious.

Yu Xiheng looked down, his eyes deepening.

“It’s clean now.” Si Fuqing examined his hand again, “Your clothes have blood too. You should wash them when we get back.”

He didn’t respond to this, instead, he suddenly lowered his head, gazing into her eyes, and softly asked, “Can I hug you?”