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Spring turned to autumn, and the days and months flew by.

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

Things turned out just as Qian Chaoguang had expected: Huo Yutong's hope of taking her mother out to live elsewhere came to nothing.

The Duchess trotted out every rule she could think of to obstruct them by any means possible, and even Old Butler had no way to contend with her.

In the end, worn down by years of overwork and hounded at every turn by the Duchess, Huo Yun'er left this world forever when Huo Yutong was seven.

The only right Old Butler managed to secure was that, after Huo Yun'er had been properly buried, he took Qian Chaoguang and Huo Yutong away from the White Tiger Duke's Mansion and settled down in Star Luo City.

As a Soul Saint and the former butler of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, he had amassed no small amount of savings.

Buying a small courtyard and raising and teaching two children was more than within his means.

In fact, all of this had long been within his expectations, and every aspect of the move had already been arranged in advance.

On this matter, the Duchess did not obstruct them. She even offered some convenience.

Her aim was very clear: you could leave, but Huo Yun'er had to die inside this duke's mansion, before her very eyes.

The blow of her mother's death left Huo Yutong without a smile on her face for a full half year. Every day, she cultivated like a madwoman, all so that one day she could stand before Dai Hao and demand justice for her mother.

She had now officially become a two-ring Soul Grandmaster, 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, his Forging Teacher, Old Blacksmith, also had many connections in Star Luo City.

He found another Old Blacksmith of high prestige and excellent skill to serve as Qian Chaoguang's new teacher, and for the past two years, Qian Chaoguang had continued his training there.

After three years of forging, his cultivation and forging skills had supported each other, and both had improved tremendously.

In at most another month, Qian Chaoguang would be able to complete the first stage of the Golden Body Art and cultivate his body to the level of a Flawless Body.

At that time, he would also be able to cast off the awkwardness of having no cultivation and officially begin practicing the Qi Refining Art.

Aside from the Extreme Ice Light still being as useless as ever, everything was going fairly well.

It was worth mentioning that the current Qian Chaoguang no longer had to rely on chance to trigger it. Through trial and error, he had found a way to steadily manifest the blue blade of light.

It was just that its duration was a little short.

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

Late at night, Huo Yutong had already begun her daily required meditation in her own room, while Qian Chaoguang was in his, calculating the days that were soon to come.

Suddenly, the door opened without a sound, and standing outside was Old Butler.

Qian Chaoguang looked up in pleasant surprise.

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

Half a month ago, Old Butler had suddenly said he needed to go out and handle some matters.

He had originally said he would be back in a week.

Unexpectedly, it had been delayed all the way until today.

Old Butler made a gesture for silence, but he seemed to have used too much force, and kept hissing in pain.

"Grandpa! You're hurt!"

Qian Chaoguang saw at a glance that blood was seeping from Old Butler's waist and abdomen. He hurriedly helped him into the room and began taking medicine out of his Storage Ring.

"Don't... don't waste your strength. Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Old Butler grabbed Qian Chaoguang, who had pulled out a large pile of medicine, and gasped sharply from the pain. In his urgency, he had aggravated his old injuries again.

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

Not much time?

There was a deafening boom in Qian Chaoguang's mind, and even his thoughts grew somewhat dazed.

A heavy injury to the waist and abdomen, arriving home twice as late as the scheduled time—there could only be one result.

An ambush!

His eyes had already reddened. Forcing down the grief and fury in his heart, he answered in a trembling voice.

"Go on. Please, go on!"

"Hah... cough, cough, cough."

A mouthful of pitch-black blood spilled from Old Butler's mouth, and with trembling hands, he removed the silver bracelet from his wrist.

"This... this bracelet contains everything Grandpa owns. The details... you can look through them yourself. Be frugal... it should be enough for the two of you to live on... After I die, remember to burn my corpse, along with the bloodstained bedding and clothes in the room. Burn everything. Don't leave a single trace behind."

Qian Chaoguang possessed a light-element Martial Soul, and was naturally extremely sensitive to certain powers.

Having an exceptional understanding of the original work, he had already roughly inferred the cause and effect by now.

On the Douluo Continent, where cremation was not customary, Old Butler was telling him to burn his corpse. Aside from an Evil Soul Master, what other reason could there be?

Without him realizing it, the Extreme Ice Light had already surfaced before his chest, and the low temperature it gave off was even colder than before.

And the temperature was still continuing to fall.

"Evil Soul Masters ambushed you, didn't they?! I'll make them pay in blood!"

Qian Chaoguang's voice turned utterly sinister, and the knuckles of his clenched fists creaked.

Old Butler weakly took hold of his fist.

"Ambush... The ones who ambushed me have already been dealt with by me. Don't try to take revenge on them. You're no match for them. Don't go... throwing your life away. Take Yutong with you and live well."

Qian Chaoguang's fists clenched tighter and tighter.

How could he possibly give up avenging Old Butler?

Across two lifetimes, the only family he had was about to fall before his eyes. How could he possibly remain unmoved?

Holy Spirit Cult, from this day on, you and I cannot live under the same sky!

But in front of Old Butler, no matter how towering the rage in Qian Chaoguang's heart was, he had to force it down.

"I promise you!"

Seeing that he had finally agreed, the expression on Old Butler's face gradually eased.

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

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

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 sob in a suppressed voice.

Large tears slid from his eyes and struck the ground and the bed, turning into tiny shards of ice.

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

In his black pupils, Qian Chaoguang's figure was reflected.

"A real man... what are you crying for? From now on, treat Xiao Tong as your own Younger Sister... and live well."

Black blood flowed from Old Butler's seven orifices at the same time, and his aura grew more and more feeble.

His vision had already blurred somewhat. His right hand waved aimlessly in the air, wanting to touch his grandson's head.

Choking with sobs, Qian Chaoguang bent down and placed Old Butler's hand beside his face.

Once, that hand had been so swift, so powerful—even a thousand-year Soul Beast could not withstand the might of his punch, and he could launch hundreds of attacks in a single breath.

But now, it could barely even straighten.

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

"A little... cold."

When those words ended, that hand suddenly dropped, as though all strength had been drained from it.

The aura on Old Butler's body vanished completely at that moment.