Chapter 1937: Chapter 1936: Busy Pursuing Dreams

"No need for idle chatter, just say it directly."

The two women smiled.

They didn’t have much time to waste with this rich second generation’s nonsense.

It’s known that the Blackwater Duo is always busy, busy killing, busy cultivating, busy earning Spirit Jade.

Wang Ming gave an embarrassed smile.

"Then I’ll speak directly. This time, I have a pressing issue for disturbing you two."

"I want to ask two of you to help me kill someone. After the deed is done, I’ll give you thirty million Spirit Jade."

A trace of murder flashed in Wang Ming’s eyes.

He pulled out a pouch from his pocket filled with rings.

Each ring contained no less than a million High-quality Spirit Jade.

"This is the deposit."

Mo Juan opened a ring, took out the Spirit Jade and examined it.

"All right."

The two women took and pocketed the rings.

Wang Ming handed over a scroll.

"This is the Cultivation Technique Wang Ye knows, his usual route."

The two women accepted the scroll with a smile on their faces.

"With these scrolls, killing Wang Ye will be much easier."

"Wang Ming, just prepare the Spirit Jade for us. I presume we’ll come to collect it soon."

Mo Juan, Mo Min smiled.

Wang Ming smiled and nodded.

He thought to himself, if Wang Ye is killed, won’t Shen Biyue fall into his hands?

Just then, a cold light swept inside.

The closed window suddenly opened.

A figure drifted in from the outside.

The newcomer wore a black robe, a black hat, his face was indistinct.

"How dare you! Who are you to barge into this young master’s room?"

Wang Ming roared furiously.

The faces of the Blackwater Duo also revealed a murderous smile.

If Wang Ming was willing to pay, they wouldn’t mind eliminating this person.

"I am here to kill you."

Wang Ye’s words fell.

The sword in his hand trembled.

In the next second, the sword has sliced across Wang Ming’s throat.

A touch of crimson stained the night.

A smile crossed the faces of the Blackwater Duo.

"Now that the employer is dead, we can pocket this deposit for free."

"This deal turned out to be quite profitable."

The Blackwater Duo spoke and then skipped out of the room.

Seeing Wang Ye’s formidable strength, they dared not act rashly.

Moreover, even if they killed Wang Ye, they wouldn’t gain any benefit, since even Wang Ming is dead.

Wang Ming’s neck spewed blood as he mumbled to himself.

His eyes revealed extreme terror.

"Who are you?"

Wang Ming’s body collapsed heavily to the ground, given his obesity.

With so much blood, one sword could hardly take his life.

"Go ask Yama."

Wang Ye sheathed his sword.

The room was filled with flashing sword light.

Like lightning flashing in the night rain.

Wang Ming lay in a pool of blood, the room increasingly reeks of blood.

Wang Ye saw he was completely cold, then turned to leave.

Outside, it started to rain heavily, lightning flashed.

He activated the Cang Hai Jue, his entire body turned into blue mist, drifted out of the window.

In an instant, he vanished into the rain.

At this moment.

The Sect Master of Qing Yun Peak, Tingyu, was listening to the rain.

He leaned against the window, holding a cup of fine wine.

The wine was sweet and smooth, very pleasant.

Outside, the heavy rain poured, pinging against the tiles.

Inside the room, a woman was playing the zither.

The woman wore a white dress, her hair flowing, eyes like black gemstones.

Her eyes were very beautiful, perhaps she had seen much beauty to possess such lovely eyes.

"Sir, how is the melody?"

Bai Qingmo holding the Phoenix Zither, smiling gracefully.

She was merely a zither-playing girl; whoever paid, she would play for them.

The gentleman before her was generous, so she had come specifically to play for him.

Bai Qingmo was somewhat puzzled.

Why is Sect Master Tingyu so leisurely?

Others busy themselves with cultivation, earning Spirit Jade, gaining fame.

But he seemed idle.

Playing the zither, listening to rain, roaming the mountains.

Like squandering youth.

Tingyu naturally couldn’t discern the girl’s thoughts, thinking she was deeply captivated by his extravagance.

"The melody is beautiful, if one could marry a woman like you, even dying would be worth it."

Tingyu laughed warmly.

Bai Qingmo was delighted to hear the compliment.

"If dead, wouldn’t I become a widow?"

"I don’t want to be a widow."

"By the way, Sect Master Tingyu, you must have come to Blackwater Secret Realm for the Alliance Hierarch position this time."

Bai Qingmo changed the topic.

Tingyu shook his head at her remark.

"That was a dream of youth, with talents emerging in Blackwater Secret Realm, how could the position fall to me?"

"Tingyu, lacking talent, does have some self-awareness."

Tingyu’s tone was tinged with melancholy. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

But soon he found peace.

Letting go of fame is quite a joyful thing.

Just as now, leaning by the window, listening to the rain and zither melodies.

Embracing the breath of spring breezes, spring rain.

Bai Qingmo shook her head slightly.

"Sect Master Tingyu, are you really willing to accept defeat, to let go of your dreams?"

"As a young hero, you should be busy pursuing your dreams, not idle away time."

Bai Qingmo’s expression was utterly sincere.

Tingyu’s dreams had long since died, he couldn’t heed these words.

He shook his head indifferently.

"Managing Qing Yu Sect well is enough; as for the Alliance Hierarch position, I shouldn’t even think about it, besides, I lack the energy."

In recent months.

Tingyu was busy indulging himself, busy with Dual Cultivation.

His Spiritual Energy was exhausted, lying lazily like an eel.

How could he have the ambition to fulfill his grand dreams?

Holding a wine cup in one hand, he raised his right hand.

His fingers were shriveled, somewhat yellow-tinged.

He then tested his head, and even slight complex thoughts caused aching.

Such a fragile body, how to fight Wang Ye?

In the past few days, he also met Wang Ye.

Witnessed Wang Ye’s vigorous spirit, impressive figure, truly standing out from the crowd.

Seeing Wang Ye, he lowered his head.

Feeling that Wang Ye and he weren’t of the same level.

Their comparison was like heaven and earth.

Bai Qingmo finished playing the zither, her gemstone-like eyes raised, looking directly at Tingyu.

She noticed his hair already showed much white.

His face gained many wrinkles.

A greasy complexion.

Emitting a senescent aura.

Perhaps this Sect Master Tingyu truly was in decline.

Life is unpredictable.

Vaguely remembering, a year ago, Sect Master Tingyu was vigorous.

Unexpectedly he had turned into this.

Disappointment flashed in Bai Qingmo’s eyes.

"Sect Master Tingyu, do you still want to hear any melody? I’ll play for you!"

"It’s getting late, after playing this piece, I should head home."

Tingyu shuddered at her words.

Time seemed to pass swiftly.

Another night passed in the blink of an eye.

"Play ’Spring River Moon Night’ for me."