Volume One, Chapter 109: The Young Master Rebukes Qin Yu

The woman smiled gently, her whole being suffused with a mother’s tender radiance.

“You will avenge me.”

Her words were spoken with absolute certainty.

Qin Yu felt as if needles were stabbing through her heart. “Don’t guilt-trip me. I don’t have a conscience.”

The woman said nothing. She only looked at that pale, lingering soul.

Lu Hualing still called an ambulance, but before it could arrive, the woman’s body had already gone cold.

“You knew she was going to die, didn’t you? Why didn’t you save her sooner? You clearly knew!”

Watching a living person die right before his eyes, Lu Hualing could not accept it.

Mu Ling stepped protectively in front of Qin Yu. “Watch your tone!”

He looked at Qin Yu in disappointment. “I always thought you were just too concerned with cause and effect, not that you would stand by and do nothing while someone died. But that was a living person! What did she do wrong? Her daughter was killed, and that wasn’t enough suffering already? Why couldn’t you make an exception and save her just this once?”

It was the first time Qin Yu had been shouted at like that. She looked at the woman on the ground as she left this world with a smile.

For a moment, she was stunned.

Had she truly done something wrong?

“Lu Hualing, you little punk, you don’t even know your own worth! You were the one begging Xiao Yu to take you along in the first place, and now you turn around and blame her? Aren’t you disgusting?”

“I was blind back then, which is why I thought she was a good person! You think I care about following her? We’re going our separate ways right now!”

Lu Hualing was so angry that his face and neck turned bright red. Before leaving, he even kicked a piece of broken wood.

Mu Ling rolled up his sleeves. “Hey, that brat really needs a beating!”

“Mu Ling!”

Qin Yu called him back.

Mu Ling turned in confusion, only to see her take out a talisman for guiding the dead.

“Instead of wasting your time lecturing him, you’d be better off following me and helping to send the wronged souls here on their way.”

Mu Ling was unwilling, but in the end he did not chase after him.

He looked at Qin Yu’s pale face with concern. “Little Yu, are you all right?”

“It’s only a few talismans. What could happen to me?”

With that, Qin Yu found a clean spot to sit down, closed her eyes, raised one hand before her chest, and began to chant.

Mu Ling perched quietly on her shoulder and chanted along with her.

“What the hell is the young master so angry about? He dares to curse my wife? He’s tired of living, isn’t he?”

“But the young master isn’t exactly wrong, is he? The master really did stand by and do nothing.”

“Yao Yao’s mother had clearly already made up her mind to die. Even if the master had saved her this time, what about the next? What right do you people have to guilt-trip the master here?”

“Exactly. It was obvious Yao Yao’s mother had already decided to go be with Yao Yao.”

“This livestream is full of saints. If you’re all so kindhearted, why don’t you go save people yourselves? What’s the point of only talking big online?”

“Didn’t you notice the master’s face had gone completely bloodless? Do you people even have hearts?”

“Can the braindead fans in the livestream stop whitewashing her? Master Dianqiu is clearly obsessed with money. Without money, how could she possibly have lifted a finger to help?”

“???”

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Lu Hualing regretted it as soon as he ran out.

Had he been too harsh just now?

Maybe the master had wanted to save her too, but simply couldn’t because of her principles.

The more he thought about it, the more he slapped himself on the forehead. “Lu Hualing, Yao Yao’s mother is pitiful, yes, but none of this was the master’s fault. What are you blaming her for? You really deserve to die!”

But the words were already out. Would going back now make him seem too spineless?

After agonizing over it, Lu Hualing decided to return first.

He would wait until Qin Yu came back, then apologize properly.

Unfortunately, he waited through the entire night, and Qin Yu never returned.

—

Spirit Mountain.

Qin Yu had already set up the ritual altar.

Looking at the table laid out with incense, candles, and offerings, Qin Yu could only shake her head.

She had never expected that one day she would have to rely on these things to aid her spellcasting.

If her master knew, he would surely laugh at her.

She let out a soft sigh.

There were still ten hours until midnight.

Qin Yu estimated that by then, she should be able to recover about thirty percent of her spiritual power.

Thirty percent, combined with the abundant natural spiritual energy of Spirit Mountain, should be enough for her to open the ghost gate.

Returning to the old Spirit Mountain Temple, Qin Yu felt a touch of emotion.

“Little Yu, have something to eat.”

Mu Ling appeared, carrying a rice bowl larger than his own head.