Yang Feilong naturally felt Qian Yeyu's body stiffen moments ago, as if startled, but at that moment, her aura flickered. His pendant, worn around his neck, glowed for a fleeting instant.
This pendant was obtained after killing the flower-picking bandit Luo Feihua. It contained a miniaturized ninth-tier formation. Yang Feilong always wore it close to his body. Because it constantly emitted light, he differed from Luo Feihua; his own soul and divine sense were powerful, so he rarely needed it. Moreover, if powerful beings discovered it, they might try to seize it.
Furthermore, this item was not foolproof. If a cultivator possessed potent methods for concealing their aura, it might not be able to detect them.
Just like Li Xiya, when she concealed herself, neither the hidden formation within the pendant nor Yang Feilong's soul and divine sense could detect anything unusual.
"I wasn't sure before, but now I'm certain. It was you who secretly orchestrated the kidnapping of Luo Wenwen a while ago, wasn't it!" Yang Feilong's voice was calm, yet filled with indifference and certainty.
"Are you even a man? I, an unmarried maiden, stripped and crawled into your bed, and you… you were unmoved, and even…" Qian Yeyu gritted her teeth, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Yang Feilong: "…"
"Yes, I admit, I initially intended to kill you!" Qian Yeyu continued, speaking with great anger. "Luo Wenwen was kidnapped by my order. The original plan was to kill you, then snatch your treasures. Later, I learned of your strength and realized I couldn't defeat you head-on. So, I planned to trick you into sleeping with me, and then kill you while you were enjoying yourself. Now that you know the truth, are you going to kill me? If you want to kill me, then kill me!"
Yang Feilong: "…"
To be honest, Yang Feilong was somewhat surprised when Qian Yeyu confessed so frankly.
Although he had spoken directly before, there were still aspects that felt illogical. For example, the place they had come to today, her words in the car, and her grandmother – they all seemed genuine. In fact, he felt that Qian Yeyu might not have truly intended to kill him.
Therefore, after hearing Qian Yeyu's confession, Yang Feilong didn't know what to do.
If she had indeed attempted to assassinate him or something similar, he would have known how to proceed. But her current straightforward confession left Yang Feilong somewhat at a loss on how to act.
Seeing Yang Feilong's silence, Qian Yeyu said with apparent difficulty, "If you want to kill me, could you let me spend a few more days with my grandmother?"
"Old lady, is she really your grandmother?" Yang Feilong asked.
"Yes, everything I've said today is true, but I've kept one thing hidden: my mother's family is actually a ninja clan!" Qian Yeyu sighed and said, "I also learned ninjutsu from childhood!"
"Then why didn't you try to ambush and assassinate me just now? Perhaps you would have had a chance," Yang Feilong said calmly.
"I never decided to kill you from the beginning!" Qian Yeyu sighed leisurely. "I just wanted to complete my mission, and completing a mission doesn't necessarily require killing you, does it?"
"?" Yang Feilong was startled for a moment. It seemed he had fallen into a misconception.
"Besides, if I killed you, I might not even be able to leave alive. Who knows what kind of power you have behind you," Qian Yeyu said. "The means I used to threaten you at the time were just to force you to hand over treasures like your storage ring. I never intended to harm Luo Wenwen, because if I did, my mission would be considered complete."
Yang Feilong: "…"
"Actually, the moment you saved my grandmother, I had already decided not to complete that mission!" Qian Yeyu said seriously.
"Why?" Yang Feilong's heart was filled with confusion.
"Because my parents only treated me as a tool for making money, and only my grandmother treated me as her family!" A smile, a desolate smile, appeared on Qian Yeyu's face.
Yang Feilong fell silent upon hearing this.
"My father is from Longguo. He was a very talented man. He studied in the Land of the Rising Sun and eventually married into the Chiba family, becoming a Japanese national. I myself am Japanese, but I have half Longguo blood flowing in my veins. When I was young, while others enjoyed their parents' love, I endured training that was like hell. I had to cultivate, because if I were weaker than others, I might be eliminated in the brutal training. My parents wanted me to become a spy planted by the Land of the Rising Sun in Longguo, so every year, they would bring me to Longguo to live with my grandmother for a period. The days spent with my grandmother were the happiest for me!" Qian Yeyu's face held a smile; these were some of her few happy childhood memories, given to her by her grandmother. "Therefore, I have no feelings for my parents, because they regarded me as a tool."
Hearing this, Yang Feilong's heart inexplicably felt heavy.
"My Japanese name is Chiba Yu, and my Longguo name is Qian Yeyu. But I prefer my Longguo name, because only in Longguo, by my grandmother's side, could I feel that I was a person with emotions," Qian Yeyu murmured softly.
"Since they treated you as a tool, why do you still serve them?" Yang Feilong asked in a deep voice. "Is it because they poisoned you?"
Upon hearing Yang Feilong's words, Qian Yeyu's heart trembled. This was another rare pain for Qian Yeyu. What could be more cruel than one's own parents poisoning them to force them to execute missions?
Moreover, once that poison erupted, it was worse than death.
"They worried that if I stayed in Longguo for too long, I would betray the Land of the Rising Sun, so they used a terrible poison to control me, making me afraid to betray them," Qian Yeyu's eyes welled up with tears, mixed with self-mockery. "Am I not pathetic?"
"Actually, I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid that if I die, my grandmother will have no one to accompany her. My cold-blooded father? Heh, when I was little, he would bring me back once a year. Later, when I went to high school in Lanhai City, I didn't come back once in three years. My grandmother acted as if she didn't have such a son!"
Yang Feilong turned around, looking at Qian Yeyu, whose face was streaked with tears. He gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks. His heart was touched. Her parents might have thought she had become a cold-blooded tool who only carried out missions, but her own grandmother had always given her warmth and care, so she had not degenerated into a mere tool.
She was still just a girl of twenty!
What had she endured over the years?