Chapter 62: The Last Supper and the Kiss

In the dining hall, a massive table stood dead center before them.

This was where the disciples normally ate; to foster brotherhood, everyone sat together at this long table.

Fang Can sat precisely at the center of the table, with Ye Qingshi beside him; nearby, Ye Yonglie and the other martial hall masters were closest.

The other Yangyang Martial Hall disciples stood at the outer edges, listening to his words.

The entire dining hall fell utterly silent, all waiting for Fang Can to speak; after no long pause, he spoke calmly:

"Among my disciples, one has betrayed me and revealed my whereabouts."

"Whoa!"

At Fang Can's words, the previously calm crowd erupted into uproar, discussing in shock and anger who had betrayed him.

Among them, Yuan Dang, hidden among his fellow disciples, feigned astonishment while joining the discussion, yet his body instinctively leaned back, away from Fang Can's position.

'Impossible—I slipped out at midnight; no one could've seen me. Fang Can can't possibly know it was me. He's only suspecting everyone, not necessarily me.'

Amid the clamor, Ye Yonglie let out a cold snort, silencing everyone, then bowed respectfully: "Lord, who among your faithful has betrayed you?"

"I do not know," Fang Can said, shaking his head slightly; at this, Yuan Dang immediately exhaled a long breath of relief.

"But… the killer will reveal himself."

Fang Can spoke calmly, causing Yuan Dang's breath to freeze again.

In his hand, Fang Can held a money pouch, slowly upending it onto the table; with a rustling sound, dozens of copper coins slid out.

"Each of you take one coin from these, toss it upward—the traitor's result will differ from all others," Fang Can said, raising his hands toward all the disciples.

Staring at the pile of coins, even Ye Yonglie reached out half-skeptically, plucked one, and tossed it gently upward.

As it arced through the air, the coin flipped and landed with "Da Yan Tong Bao" facing up, the flower side down.

After Ye Yonglie's toss, the other hall masters each took a coin and hurled it forcefully upward.

As the second and third coins were tossed, everyone was stunned to find every face landing upward was "Da Yan Tong Bao."

But after the seventh and eighth disciples tossed "Da Yan Tong Bao," a profound shock rose from every heart.

This was nothing short of a miracle—the coins were chosen and tossed by them; how could everyone possibly land the same side? Unless a Heaven-Ascension-level cultivator had interfered, this was divine.

Instantly, a consensus formed in every mind: the Lord said the traitor's result would differ—so the one who tossed the opposite side was the traitor!

As orderly clinks of falling coins echoed across the table, Yuan Dang forced down his unease, selected one coin, and felt no difference from any copper coin he'd ever touched.

'How could this be so mystical? With my past-life Heaven-Ascension control, flipping heads was effortless—just toss heads and I'll slip through.'

With a thread of anxiety, Yuan Dang gripped the coin and released it with precise control.

As the coin arced and struck the table, all eyes watched—it landed with "Da Yan Tong Bao" facing up.

'Passed.' Yuan Dang exhaled deeply, sweat soaking his back from tension.

"My turn! My turn!" Suddenly, a melodious voice rang out—Ye Qingshi picked up a coin and tossed it directly.

Seeing so many land heads, curiosity drove her to toss one too.

By sheer coincidence, the girl's coin struck directly atop Yuan Dang's coin.

A sharp "Dang!" rang out—Ye Qingshi's coin landed with "Da Yan Tong Bao" up, while Yuan Dang watched in horror as his own coin was knocked upward, standing vertically in midair.

Silence—

In that instant, Yuan Dang realized the surrounding disciples were staring at him with eerie glances.

Before anyone could speak, Yuan Dang leapt forward to protest: "No… it wasn't me! I tossed heads—you all saw it!"

"Hmph. The traitor has revealed himself—Yuan Dang is one, and I never expected Ye Qingshi to be one too!" Ye Yonglie snorted.

"Father!" Ye Qingshi turned, stunned.

Had this man not been her father, she might already have thrown a Ye Ba Fen Coin at him.

"Yes, yes! My coin was flipped by Sister Ye— the traitor is definitely her! I'm innocent!"

Yuan Dang no longer cared about his white moonlight—he had to survive first.

Facing Yuan Dang's accusation, Ye Qingshi's palms grew slick with sweat; she grabbed Fang Can's arm beside her, tears welling in her eyes.

"The clown is done," Fang Can said, watching Yuan Dang.

"Then let's continue tossing—this time, whoever lands tails proves to be the traitor."

"Lord, what of my daughter?" Ye Yonglie asked.

"She's been with me these past few days. Are you suggesting I betrayed myself?" Fang Can's retort left Ye Yonglie speechless.

There was no further suspense—the remaining disciples all tossed tails, proving Yuan Dang the traitor; throughout, Fang Can never touched a single coin.

As the last coin rolled and landed, a disciple lunged to seize Yuan Dang—but he violently broke free.

"Boom!"

Almost instantly, the surrounding disciples moved to capture him, yet in the next instant Yuan Dang wrenched himself free.

"Whoever blocks me dies!"

Yuan Dang roared—but the next moment, the nearby masters slammed him down, pinning him to the ground, unable to rise.

After all, he'd only been reborn a few days, and without Fang Can's cheat system, even revenge required real power.

"Lord, how shall we handle the traitor, Yuan Dang?" Ye Yonglie asked after breaking Yuan Dang's limbs.

"How to handle him? Lock him up for now—I'll interrogate him properly later."

As he spoke, Fang Can drew Ye Qingshi's slender frame close, his gaze fixed curiously on Yuan Dang.

He'd long been curious about this fellow—something hidden, and why did he harbor such hostility toward him?

Gazing at Ye Qingshi's grateful eyes, Fang Can mused wryly: 'Could it really be for a woman? After all, this guy's got zero worth.'

But as Fang Can shifted his gaze and sensed Yuan Dang's killing intent surge severalfold, he froze in stunned silence.

'Could it… really be like that?'

Ye Qingshi recalled everything that had just happened, then lowered her head before the boy, whispering: "Th… thank you…"

The next moment, before she could finish speaking, Ye Qingshi felt a finger gently tilt her chin up.

Then Fang Can's face slowly expanded before her eyes.

"Mmm…" In the next instant, the girl's eyes flew wide open as she felt a warm, soft touch on her lips.

It was a literal greenhorn betrayal!!!

(End of Chapter)