Is Fang Yuan really a good person?

Chapter 95 Is Fang Yuan really a good person?

Having stayed on Poseidon Island for so long, it's time to say goodbye to those familiar faces, both out of courtesy and reason.

Even Fang Yuan, who is usually calm and self-interested, is well aware of the importance of interpersonal relationships.

Maintaining good relations for now, and having an extra option, is always a good thing.

He bowed and bid farewell to each of the Seagod Island Douluo, including Seahorse Douluo and Sea Maiden Douluo, with whom he had the deepest interactions and was considered to have a good relationship during the trials.

Only one person remains, and we haven't met or said goodbye yet.

seaside.

As the sun dipped low into the sky, it dyed the entire sea a scorching red-gold color, even the surging waves were wrapped in a layer of warm red light, rising and falling with the wind, shimmering and sparkling.

Several great white sharks, which had been swimming in the open sea for half a day, finally returned in a group, their fins cutting through the surface of the water and splashing water droplets everywhere.

Behind them, a tall, white figure suddenly broke through the water, like a beam of moonlight leaping out of the sea, drawing a light arc in the air.

As it landed on the beach, the light and shadow shifted, and the figure slowly transformed into human form, standing gracefully between the setting sun and the waves.

...

The Demon Soul Great White Shark King, Xiao Bai, transformed into human form, his long hair flowing like ocean waves, his eyes and brows displaying the sharpness unique to hunters.

As soon as she landed, her gaze swept over the two of them, and she raised her chin slightly to greet them.

"What do you want from me?"

Fang Yuan stepped forward: "Xiao Bai, I've come to say goodbye."

"Saying goodbye?" Xiaobai was slightly taken aback. "You're leaving before your Sea God assessment is even over?"

"The next part of the assessment can only be completed after leaving Poseidon Island," Fang Yuan replied.

Xiao Bai immediately became interested, her eyes sparkling with curiosity: "Oh? What exactly is the next test the Sea God has given you?"

Fang Yuan didn't hide anything and told the truth: "I cultivated to the level of Title Douluo, completed all the spirit rings for both martial souls, and acquired all the spirit bones."

He paused, his gaze gently falling on Xiao Wu beside him, his voice becoming deeper and more resolute.

"Also, revive Xiao Wu."

Upon hearing this, the relaxed expression on Xiao Bai's face vanished instantly, her beautiful eyes gradually turned serious, her smiling lips became completely pursed, and her entire aura became solemn and heavy.

"Resurrection—resurrection of the soul beasts that took human form and sacrificed themselves." She enunciated each word clearly. "Do you know what that means?"

Fang Yuan remained silent.

.. "

Xiao Bai took a deep breath, her voice cold and clear, "It's not as simple as just returning the soul ring and soul bone to her. Your own soul power will drop drastically, your cultivation will regress, your meridians will be damaged, and even your future cultivation path may be permanently limited. You may very well be stuck at a certain realm for the rest of your life, unable to make any further progress."

She stared intently into Fang Yuan's eyes, not letting a single glance escape her notice.

"To pay such a high price just to resurrect someone—someone who sacrificed themselves for you. Is it worth it?"

The air fell silent for a moment.

The next second, Fang Yuan didn't hesitate for a moment, his voice resolute and firm: "Of course it's worth it."

The tone was too certain, too frank.

Xiao Wu, who was standing to the side, suddenly looked up at him, her eyes slightly red, her nose tingling, and her heart aching and burning.

Looking at his resolute expression and then at Xiao Wu's moved face, Xiao Bai sighed softly after a long while, her tone softening: "—Since you've made up your mind, then I wish you success."

Despite this, she felt increasingly confused and couldn't understand the two people in front of her.

Xiao Wu tried desperately to explain that it was voluntary and had nothing to do with Fang Yuan. But Xiao Bai wasn't really stupid; the intuition of a soul beast is incredibly sharp. She clearly sensed that something was wrong, but because Xiao Wu kept protecting him and Fang Yuan was under the Sea God's divine trial, she refrained from pointing it out, giving both of them a way out.

She always thought that Fang Yuan was cold-bloodedly using her, and that Xiao Wu was misplaced in her affections.

But now—

If Fang Yuan was really just using Xiao Wu, why would he take such a big risk and be so determined to revive her?

As Xiaobai watched Fang Yuan's retreating figure, a thought arose in her mind for the first time: Could it be that she had made a mistake?

Is Fang Yuan really a good person?

Did Xiao Wu truly sacrifice herself voluntarily?

The cargo ship, with its white sails billowing, cut through the deep blue sea and slowly sailed away from Poseidon Island.

The sea breeze, carrying a faint salty smell, drifted through the portholes. The cabin was relatively quiet, with only the soft sound of waves lapping against the hull outside.

Fang Yuan sat cross-legged in the center of the room, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing steady, immersed in meditation.

..............

Xiao Wu sat to the side, listlessly resting her chin on her hand.

She would never disturb Fang Yuan's cultivation in the past, and would just quietly wait for him to finish.

But for some reason, as soon as the ship left Poseidon Island, she felt empty inside, and Poseidon and Little White's words kept echoing in her mind.

She could no longer sit still. She quietly got up, pounced on Fang Yuan's back, wrapped her legs around his waist, and tightly encircled his neck, hanging on him like a koala.

Fang Yuan's aura tightened almost imperceptibly.

He was naturally sensitive, suspicious, and extremely afraid of death. He was instinctively wary of any sudden, unannounced contact, and his hands moved almost reflexively.

But then he realized it was Xiao Wu right behind him, and he forcefully suppressed the urge to retaliate. He frowned slightly and asked with a hint of confusion, "What's wrong?"

In the past, when he was cultivating, even if she was bored, she would just stay quietly to the side and would never rush up to disturb him like this.

Xiao Wu gently pressed her face against his back and remained silent for a long time, so long that Fang Yuan thought she was just being coquettish out of boredom, before he heard her muffled voice: "A Yuan—give up."

"Don't bring me back to life."

These days, Poseidon's admonitions and Xiaobai's reminders echoed in her ears again and again.

When she first learned that A Yuan was going to resurrect her, she was overjoyed and incredulous. But as she calmed down, her joy was gradually eroded by unease.

The thought of A Yuan stripping away her soul ring and returning her soul bone caused her soul power to plummet, her body to be damaged, and her cultivation to regress. She might even be stuck at a bottleneck for the rest of her life, unable to make any further progress. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by a hand, making it hard to breathe.

She couldn't, and couldn't bear to, let Fang Yuan pay such a high price for her sake.

At the same time, a barely suppressed sweetness quietly welled up deep within her heart—Ah Yuan was so determined to revive her, even at the cost of her own future and cultivation.

Does this mean that he actually liked her a long time ago?

Does this mean he regrets forcing her to sacrifice herself?

Once this idea takes root, it grows wildly.

Fang Yuan was slightly taken aback, somewhat caught off guard.

She was so happy when he said he would revive her, so why did he suddenly change his mind so soon after?

Without the slightest hesitation, his tone was resolute: "No, I will definitely resurrect you."

Xiao Wu's eyes welled up with tears, and her arms around Fang Yuan's neck tightened unconsciously, hugging him tighter and tighter, her cheek pressed against his back, almost as if she wanted to embed herself into his body.

Ah Yuan really does care about me.

His persistence means he must have fallen for me.

She sniffed, her voice trembling softly, yet earnest: "No, A-Yuan—as long as I can be with you, I'm happy as I am now. Whether I'm resurrected or not, I really don't care."

Fang Yuan frowned.

He cares!

This time, his tone was much firmer, leaving no room for negotiation: "Whether you care or not, I will resurrect you. Don't overthink it."

But to Xiao Wu, it was completely misinterpreted by her thick layer of romantic and infatuated filter.

He really, really wanted me to come back to life.

Ah Yuan—he must be head over heels in love with me.

Xiao Wu buried her face even deeper, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to shatter her chest. The unease and hesitation in her heart were instantly overwhelmed by an overwhelming sense of happiness.

She became increasingly certain that all her guesses were true.

All the previous coercion, manipulation, and scheming were automatically reconstructed in her mind at this moment as hypocrisy and a deep-seated tenderness.

The boat rocked gently in the waves. In the cramped cabin, one person was calm and decisive, full of calculations; the other was immersed in the moment, his eyes filled with love.

Neither of them truly understood what the other was saying.

But somehow, they matched up perfectly.

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

The majestic hall is perpetually bathed in a pale golden light, and the cold, smooth marble floor reflects the intricate and ornate reliefs overhead.

Two and a half years have passed since Fang Yuan quietly escaped from Wuhun City.

For a full thirty months, Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong, mother and daughter connected by blood, had completely torn off their last layer of pretense and even became hostile to each other.

The moment Fang Yuan escaped in the chaos and vanished into thin air, Qian Renxue almost instantly identified the culprit.

..............

No evidence is needed. In the entire Wuhun City, there are only two people capable of tampering with things under her nose and letting Fang Yuan escape.

One was her grandfather, the Grand Master Qian Daoliu.

The other was her aloof and indifferent mother, Bibi Dong.

Qian Renxue knew that her grandfather knew how important Fang Yuan was to her, and would only help her, never betray her.

That leaves only Bibi Dong.

That day, Qian Renxue, dressed in a magnificent golden robe and exuding a chilling aura, stormed directly into the Papal Palace.

At that time, Bibi Dong was also in an extremely bad mood.

Her original plan was sound: first, let Fang Yuan escape from Wuhun City and get rid of Qian Renxue, then she would use her own power to quietly bring him back.

By then, Fang Yuan will belong to her alone, and no one can take her away.

But she never expected that Fang Yuan would disappear as soon as he left.

She dispatched countless Soul Masters with tracking-type Soul Skills, searching thousands of miles around, but they still couldn't find the other party.

Having failed in his carefully laid plans and with nowhere to vent his anger, Qian Renxue stormed over to his door in a menacing manner.

Upon meeting, there were no pleasantries, no probing, only a stark confrontation and accusations.

"You're the one who let him go."

Qian Renxue's voice was cold, without a trace of doubt, only certainty.

Bibi Dong sat enthroned on the papal throne, her purple eyes swirling with malevolence, her tone mocking and cold: "Oh? Which eye of yours saw me do it?"

"In the entire Spirit City, who else but you would do such a thing?"

Qian Renxue pressed on, "You just can't stand to see me with him, you can't stand to see me happy!"

"Own him?" Bibi Dong scoffed, her laughter dripping with mockery. "Qian Renxue, get this straight, he was never yours. You're such a waste, you couldn't keep him, and now you blame me?"

The argument escalated.

From accusations to ridicule, from ridicule to open hostility, all the long-standing conflicts between mother and daughter erupted completely at this moment.

In the end, the two even came to blows inside the Papal Palace.

No one dared to step forward to dissuade them; all the elders, envoys, and guards stood trembling outside the hall, not daring to even raise their heads.

After that battle, the last vestige of affection between mother and daughter vanished completely.

From then on, they each went their own way.

With the support of Qian Daoliu and the Angel lineage, Qian Renxue mobilized all resources to frantically search for Fang Yuan's whereabouts.

Bibi Dong, wielding papal authority, mobilizes her most secretive forces and intelligence network, searching relentlessly.

The two understood each other implicitly, yet remained wary of one another.

Whoever finds Fang Yuan first, that person belongs to him.

No one can take it from the other anymore.

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