Chapter 197: This is even more wrong!

Tuan Tuan froze.

No way! Second Brother obviously loves tossing me high and catching me again.

He would never say something like that!

Before, we even competed to see who could throw me the highest!

Unless, he isn't Second Brother at all!

Then who is he?

She silently walked to Xiao Yuanhang's bedside: "Second Brother, Third Brother, Second Uncle, I want to try to see if I can save Father; could you please go out first?"

They glanced at each other, Xiao Ningchen waved his hand, and everyone in the tent silently left the large tent.

This is even more wrong!

My brothers would never act like that; they'd only worry about me and stay by my side.

Tuan Tuan thought for a moment, lowered her head, opened the sachet, and pulled out the colorful silk-wrapped thread ball.

Chu Yuan's voice echoed in her ears: "If you fall into chaos and cannot discern it, then grasp it tightly. It can pierce the most exquisite illusion for you, letting you see the truth."

Tuan Tuan clenched the thread ball tightly in her palm, and countless streams of cool qi surged up her arms like a tide into her mind.

The scene before her eyes shook and twisted violently like flowing water!

The commander's large tent, her unconscious father, … peeled away inch by inch and shattered!

Finally, she saw clearly.

Where is there any commander's large tent?

What kind of ghostly place is this?

She opened her eyes and sat up.

Sitting cross-legged before her was none other than the Da Xia National Preceptor, Wu Luo!

His face was filled with near‑mad anticipation, eyes closed, hands hovering in the air, waiting for her to willingly offer up all her qi fortune!

Tuan Tuan gripped the thread ball tightly, and for the first time a blazing anger ignited in the depths of her eyes.

Bastard! You deceived me!

You used Father to deceive me?!

You stole qi fortune and dumped it on my head?

You want my qi fortune that badly?

Fine, then let's try and see who can take whose!

Tuan Tuan put the thread ball back into the sachet, stretched out her two small hands, and seized Wu Luo's hands.

Wu Luo instantly rejoiced, flipped his hand and gripped hers tightly.

In just a moment, his expression froze and quickly turned to shock.

No!

It wasn't what he had expected; the massive qi fortune that should have flowed into his body.

But rather, an overpowering suction erupted explosively from those soft little hands!

It wasn't him drawing it in; instead, the cultivation he had painstakingly built over decades, even all his origin qi fortune, burst forth like a breached river, uncontrolled, flooding wildly toward Tuan Tuan.

"No! Stop! This is impossible! Stop!" Wu Luo let out a piercing shriek, frantically trying to shake off Tuan Tuan's hand.

But that tiny palm was like forged fine steel; no matter how hard he strained, it didn't budge an inch.

He clearly felt his strength draining away at breakneck speed; his black hair, starting at the roots, turned gray inch by inch.

"What! What have you done?" His whole body went limp, as if all his bones and sinews had been sucked out, and he finally collapsed with a "plop" onto the ground.

Only then did Tuan Tuan release her hand and stand up.

"Bastard! Your dream isn't fun at all!"

Wu Luo lay sprawled on the ground, gasping heavily.

He stared fixedly at Tuan Tuan, voice trembling: "How could you possibly see through my millet dream? It was built from my heart's blood, flawless!"

Tuan Tuan lowered her head, again took out from the sachet the colorful silk‑wrapped thread ball, and held it before his eyes.

"Because of this."

Wu Luo seemed to behold the most terrifying thing in the world, his pupils constricted, all color drained from his face, and he shouted in disbelief:

"Five Elements Pulling Technique? Senior Brother! Could it be you? Who gave this to you?"

Tuan Tuan replied: "The National Preceptor of our Fierce Kingdom, Chu Yuan!"

"He's a fine National Preceptor, unlike you, who only does evil!"

"Chu Yuan? Chu Yuan…" The shock on Wu Luo's face faded: "So his name is Chu Yuan."

Tuan Tuan suddenly recalled: "Oh! Right, he also has another name, Lin Chuan."

"Lin Chuan? Really him? He's actually still alive?"

"So you know him, huh?"

Wu Luo was breathing his last, without answering.

Tuan Tuan crouched, extended her little finger, and poked Wu Luo's ashen face.

"Hey, evil National Preceptor, you locked me in here; my brothers must be frantic—how do I get out?"

Wu Luo said nothing.

Tuan Tuan walked around the secret chamber, found no door, and aside from an oil lamp, there was nothing,

She picked up the oil lamp: "Is this yours?"

Wu Luo's gaze was unfocused, he shook his head slightly, completely lacking the will or ability to oppose Tuan Tuan.

Tuan Tuan laughed: "So that means nobody wants it?"

She picked up the oil lamp and threw it toward the ground: "Let him obey my words!"

A flash of dim light, and the oil lamp didn't land on the ground; it vanished in mid‑air.

Wu Luo, who was sprawled on the ground, twitched sharply, then, stiff as a marionette, he slowly rose from the floor.

Tuan Tuan grabbed his hand: "Take me out, find my brother."

Wu Luo led her, stumbling, to a wall, gave it a gentle push, and the wall slid outward.

So the door was here after all.

Tuan Tuan held his hand and followed him out.

The Daoist and Guard inside the residence stared in astonishment at the white‑haired Wu Luo, who led the Immortal Envoys of the nations, swaggering toward the gate.

No one dared ask another question, fearing that angering the National Preceptor would endanger their own lives.

Outside the Guoshi Residence.

Xiao Ningchen stood before the gate like a killing god, sword in hand, eyes blood‑shot, his aura of hostility causing passing townsfolk to avoid him and take detours.

Xiao Ningxun and Xiao Ze stood beside him, while Xiao Er, with the Guard, guarded both sides of the gate.

Though only a dozen or so, they were like ten thousand troops, sealing the Guoshi Residence's gate tightly.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the gate before them.

With a "creak" sound.

The gate was slowly pulled open from inside.

The crowd tensed instantly, and the first to emerge was the National Preceptor Wu Luo!

Xiao Ningchen lunged forward, snatching Wu Luo's collar: "Where did you take my sister?"

"Second brother!" Tuan Tuan poked her little head out from behind Wu Luo.

Seeing her brothers, she beamed: "Second brother! Third brother! Third Elder Brother! Second uncle! You're all here, I'm right here!"

Tuan Tuan!

She really came out! And Wu Luo himself delivered her!

Everyone froze for a moment.

"Tuan Tuan!"

Xiao Ningchen was the first to react, tossing Wu Luo aside like trash, snatching his sister into his arms and holding her tightly.

He gently rubbed her up and down, his voice trembling: "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"I'm fine, second brother," Tuan Tuan clutched his neck, patted his back, "I'm doing well!"

Xiao Ningxun and Xiao Ze also rushed forward, looking bewildered at the dazed Wu Luo, who sat on the ground, lost and despondent.

Xiao Ningxun asked oddly, "Why is his hair white?"

Tuan Tuan glanced at Wu Luo, pursed her lips: "He tried to steal my thing, failed, and turned into this."

Wu Luo's body jolted, a spark flashing in his eyes, then his eyes rolled, and he fell straight backward, hitting the ground with a "bang" and completely losing consciousness.

"Go! Return to the Fiery Kingdom!"

Though the details were unclear, Wu Luo's influence in Da Xia was paramount; now that he had become like this, the Emperor of Xia, upon learning, would certainly not let it go easily.

Xiao Ningchen made a swift decision: they must leave Da Xia immediately!