Chapter 667

He was seen walking toward a certain direction.

Upon looking closely, ahead was Ye Qingran.

Nangong Mo burned with golden bloodline, one-armed holding the Mending Heaven Stone and the city lord's token, step by step walking toward Ye Qingran.

That severed arm, although the bleeding had stopped, the wound looked so shocking.

However, he felt no pain at all, his expression calm, yet his eyes were full of determination.

"What is Nangong Mo doing?"

"He surely wouldn't lay a hand on Instructor Ye, would he?"

"How is this possible?! You forgot that Instructor Ye is his benefactor!"

Amid everyone's confusion and speculation, Nangong Mo finally walked up to Ye Qingran.

A distance of one zhang.

Under Ye Qingran's slightly surprised gaze, he knelt on both knees before everyone.

His back straight.

He slightly lifted his head to look at Ye Qingran, the depths of his eyes filled with a determination never seen before.

"Heaven above, I, Nangong Mo, the 118th city lord of Huangjin City, swear by my soul: from today onward, I willingly become Ye Qingran's slave, loyal and obedient to her; if I violate this, may I be annihilated and meet a terrible end!"

That voice rang out like thunder, shocking who knows how many.

The esteemed new city lord of Huangjin City actually, before so many people, swore by his soul to willingly become another's slave?!

This is simply unheard of!

Even Ye Qingran was stunned.

She never imagined Nangong Mo would go this far!

"You... why go to such trouble?"

Ye Qingran gave a bitter laugh.

"Healing your leg is, to me, merely a trifle; you need not do this."

Nangong Mo gently shook his head.

Perhaps to Ye Qingran, healing his leg is indeed just a trifle, but to him it is a life‑recreating grace.

If not for Ye Qingran, he would still be sitting in a wheelchair now, possibly for the rest of his life.

He is a proud person who would never allow his life to be so miserable.

It was she who pulled him out of the mire, bringing light to his dark world.

It was she who lifted him from the wheelchair back into the ranks of ordinary people.

It was she who allowed him to avenge past shame and regain his human dignity.

"My life is yours; this is the price I ought to pay."

"Can I refuse?"

Nangong Mo smiled, "Yes."

Ye Qingran was about to say, "I refuse."

But Nangong Mo interjected, "Then I will return this life to you."

Ye Qingran: "......"

What a lunatic!

"Indeed, it's impossible to communicate properly with someone who's gone dark."

"Can't we try another way?" Ye Qingran barely restrained the urge to curse.

"No." Nangong Mo shook his head.

These years, he endured humiliation and bore burdens, all because the flames of hatred burned fiercely in his heart, and the resolve for revenge sustained him year after year.

Now that his great vengeance has been fulfilled, he suddenly lost the drive to live.

He must find a reason to go on living.

Let him live for Ye Qingran.

This is the sole reason he found that gives him the motivation to live.

If she does not want it, he will return this life to her.

"Miss Ye, just submit to your master!" Qingshu knelt and kowtowed to Ye Qingran.

Ye Qingran: "......"

"Fine, fine, as long as you're happy!"

Nangong Mo gave a light smile, stunning the ages.

Qingshu felt a stone drop from his heart.

How good, the master again has a reason to live.

From now on, Ye Qingran is the master of his master!

Who knows how many people were left dumbfounded by this scene.

Who could have imagined that Ye Qingran, having just become the new Valley Master of Dan Valley, would see the new city lord of Huangjin City swear to become her slave?

"What a damned charisma!" Li Daoyun concluded after his mouth twitched who knows how many times.

The elders of Huangjin City originally disagreed, but upon reflection, seeing that Ye Qingran had the backing of the Pinnacle of the Beast Hunt, they all gladly accepted.

Thus, from now on, the two major powers of Beimingzhou all belong to Ye Qingran!

"Let me reattach your severed arm for you."

Nangong Mo froze.

He thought the severed arm had long been lost, never expecting Ye Qingran to have kept it.

Just...

"Forget it."

"Forget it?"

"Hmm, I'm fine like this."

"Do you enjoy being a one‑armed hero?" What kind of weird hobby is that?

"It's not..." Nanguo Mo denied, his lips moving, but in the end he did not say the words he wanted to say.

Ye Qingran didn't press the issue either, "Fine, since you don't want it, I'll just feed it to the dog."

Qingshu: "......"

"Alright." Nanguo Mo's eyes showed little ripple.

Since he's made up his mind, he won't regret it.

"Miss, are you really going to feed Nanguo Mo's severed arm to the dog?"

Leng Yue asked Ye Qingran softly, unable to bear it in her heart.

"Yeah, he doesn't want it anyway, why keep it?"

"Huh?" Leng Yue said, finding it hard to accept.

"Stupid!" Han Xing tapped Leng Yue's forehead with a finger, "Miss is teasing you."

Leng Yue blinked and looked at Han Xing.

"Miss, she's just kidding. She'll preserve the severed arm with a potion, and if Nanguo Mo ever regrets, she'll reattach it for him."

Leng Yue instantly understood.

But, with Nanguo Mo being so resolute, will there ever be such a day?

Facts have proven that such a day does indeed come.

Boom~

At that moment, a figure descended from the sky.

When the dust cleared, everyone finally saw—it was the White Protector.

However, unlike the ethereal aura he had when he first appeared, now he looked utterly disheveled.

"Idiot White Protector, after more than a year apart, you're still this weak!"

Fu Jiu, clad in a red robe, descended from the heavens, looking just like a demon emperor's arrival.

The White Protector propped himself up from the ground, his other hand covering his chest, his face dusty and his complexion extremely grim.

He stared at the advancing Fu Jiu, gritting his teeth as he demanded, "Fu Jiu, what do you want?"

"You fell into my hands today, of course..." Fu Jiu made a neck‑wiping gesture,

"How dare you! If you dare kill me, the Holy Lord certainly won't spare you, won't spare the Deer‑Chasing Summit!"

"Is that so? I'm actually looking forward to seeing how your Holy Lord will not spare me!"

Fu Jiu originally intended to toy with the White Protector, but Fu Hanxiu interrupted him.

"Fu Jiu, have you had enough fun?"

"Enough." Fu Jiu spread his hands.

In truth, it wasn't enough. He actually wanted to kill Bai Bing, but he couldn't.

When Fu Hanxiu spoke, Bai Bing instantly fled Fu Jiu's clutches, distancing herself far away.

He glanced at Fu Hanxiu and the others, then turned and fled without stopping.

"Why didn't you kill him?"

Ye Qingran asked Fu Hanxiu.

She knew that all along, the Deer‑Chasing Summit and Wuji Hall had been as hostile as water and fire.

People from Wuji Hall had once slain several key generals of the Deer‑Chasing Summit, causing it great losses.

Of course, Wuji Hall fared even worse; the Holy Lord's son, a super‑strong emperor, was also taken down by Fu Hanxiu.

Given the relationship between Wuji Hall and the Deer‑Chasing Summit, Fu Hanxiu shouldn't have spared Bai Bing.

However, Fu Hanxiu's explanation made her see him in a new light.