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Spring gave way to autumn, and time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, three years had passed.

Just as Qian Chaoguang had expected, Huo Yutong's wish to move out with her mother had fallen through.

The Duchess invoked every rule she could find to obstruct them, and even the Old Butler had no way to contend with her.

In the end, worn down by overwork and subjected to the Duchess's constant persecution, Huo Yun'er left the world forever when Huo Yutong was seven years old.

The only concession the Old Butler managed to secure was that, after properly burying Huo Yun'er, he could take Qian Chaoguang and Huo Yutong away from the White Tiger Duke's Mansion and settle down in Star Luo City.

As a Soul Saint and the former steward of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, he had amassed quite a bit of savings.

It was more than enough to buy a small courtyard and raise and educate two children.

In fact, he had anticipated all of this long ago and had already made arrangements for every aspect of the move.

In this regard, the Duchess did not stop them and even provided some convenience.

Her purpose was clear: they could leave, but Huo Yun'er had to die before her eyes in the Duke's Mansion.

The blow of losing her mother left Huo Yutong without a smile for half a year. Every day, she cultivated like mad, all for the day when she could stand before Dai Hao and seek justice for her mother.

She had now officially become a Two-ring Great Soul Master and was steadily advancing toward the cultivation of a Soul Elder.

Of course, Qian Chaoguang was not doing badly either.

Although he had left the Duke's Mansion two years ago, the Old Blacksmith who taught him forging had many connections in Star Luo City.

He found another highly respected and exceptionally skilled Old Blacksmith to become Qian Chaoguang's new teacher, and Qian Chaoguang had continued his training there for the past two years.

After three years of forging, his cultivation and forging skills had complemented one another, both improving tremendously.

At most, in another month, Qian Chaoguang would complete the first stage of the Golden Body Art and cultivate his body to the level of an Immaculate Body.

Then, he could finally escape the awkward state of having no cultivation and officially begin practicing the Qi Refining Art.

Other than the Extreme Ice Light still being its same crappy self, everything else was fairly good.

Worth Mentioning, Qian Chaoguang no longer had to rely on random chance to activate it. Through trial and error, he had found a way to stably manifest blue light blades.

Their duration was just a little short.

With the tiny trace of Soul Power remaining in his body, he could only sustain them for around three seconds.

Late at night, Huo Yutong had already begun her daily required meditation in her room, while Qian Chaoguang sat in his own room, planning for the days ahead.

Suddenly, the door opened without a sound. The Old Butler stood outside.

Qian Chaoguang looked up in surprise.

"Eh? Grandpa, you're finally back! How did it go? Did everything go smoothly?"

Half a month ago, the Old Butler had suddenly said he needed to go out to handle something.

He had said he would be back in a week.

Yet he had not returned until today.

The Old Butler made a silencing gesture, but seemed to use too much force, repeatedly sucking in cold breaths through his teeth.

"Grandpa! You're injured!"

Qian Chaoguang immediately saw blood seeping from the Old Butler's waist and abdomen. He hurriedly helped him into the room and began pulling medicine from his Storage Ring.

"Don't, don't waste your effort... cough, cough, cough..."

The Old Butler grabbed Qian Chaoguang, who had taken out a huge pile of medicine. He gasped in pain, and in his urgency, aggravated his old injury.

"Xiao Guang, I don't have much time left. Listen carefully."

Not much... time left?

Qian Chaoguang's mind exploded with a boom, and his thoughts became hazy.

A grievous wound to the waist and abdomen, arriving home twice as late as planned—there could only be one result.

He had been ambushed!

His eyes had already reddened. Suppressing the grief and fury in his heart, he answered tremblingly.

"Tell me. Please, tell me!"

"Hack, cough, cough, cough..."

A mouthful of black blood spilled from the Old Butler's lips as he shakily removed the silver bracelet from his wrist.

"Th-this bracelet contains all of Grandpa's possessions. The details... you can see for yourself... be frugal... it should be enough for the two of you to live on... after I die, remember to burn my body... along with the bloodstained bedding and clothes in the room. Burn everything... don't leave behind a single trace..."

Qian Chaoguang possessed a Light-element Martial Soul and was already extremely sensitive to certain kinds of power.

With his deep understanding of the Original Work, he had now roughly guessed what had happened.

On Douluo Continent, where cremation was not customary, the Old Butler was asking him to burn his body. What other reason could there be besides Evil Soul Masters?

The Extreme Ice Light had silently appeared before his chest, the cold it emitted even more frigid than before.

And the temperature was still dropping.

"Evil Soul Masters ambushed you, didn't they? I will make them repay this blood debt in blood!"

Qian Chaoguang's voice became incomparably sinister. The joints of his clenched fists cracked and creaked.

The Old Butler weakly Grasped his fist.

"The people who... ambushed me... have already been dealt with by me. Don't Attempted to seek revenge on them. You're no match for them... don't go... throw your life away... take Yutong and live well."

Qian Chaoguang clenched his fist tighter and tighter.

How could he possibly give up on avenging the Old Butler?

Having lived two lives, the only family he had was about to fall before his eyes. How could he remain indifferent?

Holy Spirit Cult, from now on, we are irreconcilable enemies!

But before the Old Butler, no matter how boundless the fury in his heart, Qian Chaoguang had to force it down.

"I... promise you!"

Seeing that he had finally agreed, the Facial Expression on the Old Butler's face gradually relaxed.

It was as if the wound in his abdomen that was still bleeding no longer hurt, and his face looked incomparably peaceful.

"What a pity... Grandpa won't be able to... accompany you any farther... I just feel a little sorry for the person who entrusted you to me..."

The Old Butler smiled freely and gently held Qian Chaoguang's hand, just as he had Back Then.

"Grandpa..."

Qian Chaoguang's voice trembled. He could no longer hold back, and began to cry in a suppressed voice.

Large tears slid from his eyes and Smashed down onto the floor and bed, turning into tiny shards of ice.

The Old Butler's eyes were gradually losing their focus, yet he still stared hard in Qian Chaoguang's direction.

Qian Chaoguang's figure was reflected in his black pupils.

"A real man... why are you crying? From now on... treat Xiao Tong as your own little sister... live... well..."

Black blood flowed from all seven of the Old Butler's orifices, and his aura grew weaker and weaker.

His vision had already become blurry. His right hand waved aimlessly through the air, wanting to touch his grandson's head.

Choking back sobs, Qian Chaoguang bent down and placed the Old Butler's hand against his own face.

Once, that hand had been so swift and powerful. Not even a Thousand Year Soul Beast could withstand the might of a single punch from it, and it could launch hundreds of attacks in a single breath.

But now, even straightening it was difficult.

Using his last strength, the Old Butler stroked Qian Chaoguang's head as he had before.

"A little... cold..."

With those words, the hand suddenly fell, as though every last bit of strength had been drained from it.

At that moment, the Old Butler's aura vanished completely.