Chapter 1968: Chapter 1968: Missing Her by a Hair
Luo Yang doesn’t need it if it’s not the real antidote.
Aunt Thirteen hasn’t said what help she needs yet, and if it’s a small matter, Luo Yang wouldn’t need to assist.
No need to ask, it’s clearly something extremely difficult.
Luo Yang directly refused: "Aunt Thirteen, you should find someone else."
The cabin was silent for a moment, and Aunt Thirteen, not giving up, asked, "Kid, do you have any last wishes?"
It’s like asking a dying person what their final words are.
There are many things in life he still wants to do.
Luo Yang coldly said, "Even if I had them, you wouldn’t be able to help."
Aunt Thirteen laughed, "Kid, say it and let’s see. Maybe Grandma Gu can help you."
It should be known that if you receive her help, you must repay her.
And she probably wants him to do a certain thing for her.
Luo Yang wants to kill Wang Weiye, but saying it out loud, Aunt Thirteen wouldn’t help.
In other words, the two are unlikely to make a deal.
Seeing Luo Yang not respond, Aunt Thirteen coldly laughed, "Do you like Hong Jiaxin?"
She asked, and Luo Yang himself didn’t know what relationship he had with Hong Jiaxin.
Classmates?
Friends?
Lovers?
All seem possible, his relationship with Hong Jiaxin is quite complex.
Aunt Thirteen continued, "What if Grandma Gu allows you to meet Hong Jiaxin often, how about that?"
That’s a pretty good condition.
But the Eight Immortals Hall would disrupt it, preventing Luo Yang from frequently meeting Hong Jiaxin.
This time planning to seek revenge from Wang Weiye, if the opportunity arises, and if Hong Jiaxin doesn’t want to stay at Baxiantang Headquarters, he will take her home.
"Tell me first what you want me to do?" Luo Yang curiously asked.
He just wanted to hear it, never thinking to help.
Aunt Thirteen’s eyes lit up, slightly excited, "Kid, didn’t I tell you we lost something and can’t deal with The Tenth Mu Tan. Can you find out if he’s involved and, if so, help me investigate?"
From her tone, it suggested that there was a traitor within the Ten Great Alliances.
The Ten Great Alliances couldn’t even figure it out themselves, making it even harder for Luo Yang.
"Aunt Thirteen, The Tenth Mu Tan won’t tell me. I can’t ask," Luo Yang bluntly stated.
"Kid, as long as you..."
As she spoke, they were approaching Baxiantang Headquarters.
The initial speed was about sixty kilometers per hour, but now it had noticeably increased.
Aunt Thirteen glanced at the dashboard; it had reached eighty kilometers per hour and was still rising.
"Kid, why are you driving so fast?" Aunt Thirteen asked in surprise.
In conversation, the speed had already exceeded one hundred kilometers per hour.
Luo Yang laughed, "On this straight road, speeding up a bit, I want to know how those race car drivers feel."
That reason barely held up.
Turning onto the concrete road leading straight to Baxiantang Headquarters, the speed remained at one hundred and twenty kilometers per hour.
At the time, the car was only about a mile away from the gates of the Eight Immortals Hall compound.
Aunt Thirteen exclaimed, "Kid, I really shouldn’t have let you drive! We’re nearly there, slow down!"
As she spoke, the car surged forward another hundred meters.
Luo Yang confidently smiled, "Aunt Thirteen, don’t worry when I’m driving. My skills are top-notch."
No matter how skilled a driver is, it’s hard to come to a sudden stop at high speed.
"Kid! Slow down!" Aunt Thirteen shouted.
But the speed remained constant.
"Kid!..."
Before she finished speaking, there was a loud bang.
The car burst through the iron gate and barreled into the Eight Immortals Hall courtyard.
Once inside, Luo Yang finally slowed the car down.
If he had stopped at the gate waiting for clearance, he would have lost the initiative.
He came here to cause trouble, not as a guest.
Aunt Thirteen snapped back to reality, both surprised and angry, with a stern look in her eyes, "Kid! You promised not to make trouble! How could you..."
Before she finished speaking, Luo Yang got out of the car.
Upon arriving here, the first order of business was to see Hong Jiaxin.
Not seeing her on his initial visit was a regret in itself.
This time he didn’t want to miss the chance.
There might not be another opportunity to meet her, or it could even be the last time in his life.
Jumping out of the car, Luo Yang drew a deep breath and shouted, "Class representative, I’m here!"
The voice resonated in the sky.
Even inside the main building, or even a mile away, it could be heard.
Laughter suddenly rang out around him.
Following the sound, it turned out to be Aunt Thirteen in the passenger seat, laughing heartily.
Earlier she was furious, but now she wore a silly grin, making Luo Yang feel she was laughing in exasperation.
He had no shame in tricking her into coming here.
"Aunt Thirteen, you can leave now," Luo Yang said indifferently.
He knew she wouldn’t be helping him in the upcoming fight with Eight Immortals Hall.
Leaving her here would be no fun combat-wise.
Aunt Thirteen regained her composure, coldly said, "Kid, using Grandma Gu and then wanting to ditch her?"
Her tone was somewhat dissatisfied.
"Aunt Thirteen, I’m doing this for your own good." Luo Yang used a common saying. "Later, when Eight Immortals Hall comes to fight with me, I won’t be able to look after you."
It was just a joke.
Aunt Thirteen laughed again.
Her skills and strength weren’t inferior to Luo Yang, especially without his Flying Sword.
Asking her to leave was also to prevent her from seeing Blood Devil.
In the upcoming battle with Eight Immortals Hall, Luo Yang would undoubtedly summon the Flying Sword.
He had no other sword to use, only Blood Devil.
As such, seeing Blood Devil would quickly spread once Aunt Thirteen saw it.
If the news reached Hua XiYi, she would feel hurt.
After all, she never suspected Luo Yang of carrying Blood Devil and had a lot of trust in him.
Learning Luo Yang deceived her would make her hate him.
During the confrontation with Eight Immortals Hall, the people there would also see Blood Devil.
If it’s them spreading word about Luo Yang possessing Blood Devil, Luo Yang could defend himself.
No matter what, he has a grudge with Eight Immortals Hall.
Luo Yang could claim that Eight Immortals Hall concocted the rumor and some would find it credible.
Moreover, Blood Devil was hidden inside Luo Yang’s consciousness or within the Shennong Scripture’s landscape painting, impossible for others to find even after searching him.
In other words, relying on just Eight Immortals Hall’s account alone would be hard to convince the world.
If Aunt Thirteen witnessed it, the consequences would be more troublesome.
Even if not all factions believed the rumor, at least the Ten Great Alliances would acknowledge it.
So, Luo Yang truly wished Aunt Thirteen would leave.
Seeing Aunt Thirteen’s laughter go on and on, Luo Yang had no choice but to cup his hands into a megaphone toward his mouth and shouted louder:
"Class representative, I’m here!"
His voice had reached its peak.
Yet no one appeared.
Still, he didn’t see the class representative.
Luo Yang grew anxious, as the Eight Immortals Hall people were about to overwhelm him.
But the people at Eight Immortals Hall were not showing up, leaving him confused.
Upon hearing his voice, the Eight Immortals Hall should have quickly charged forward to surround him.
All around was quiet, with only occasional bird calls.
Sunlight was gentle, flowers blooming, and the breeze was light.
On such a beautiful day, yet it was one for fights and battles.
Luo Yang sighed softly.
Suddenly, it occurred to him that maybe Hong Jiaxin had been moved by Eight Immortals Hall, leading to her absence.
Thinking so, Luo Yang couldn’t care much anymore, just wanting to find an Eight Immortals Hall member to question and see if his guess was correct.
In any case, the most important reason for coming here was to see Hong Jiaxin.
