Chapter 162: The End of Fate

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After leaving the secret realm and returning once more to Yellow Mist City, the sky had already fallen into night. Su Ran stood quietly, looking in the direction of the Su family estate, her face shadowed with an inexplicable melancholy.

“Chen Fei…”

“I’m sorry.”

A mix of guilt and reluctance stirred within her heart.

She stood silently in the darkness for a long time. Her expression was one of sorrow, unwilling to leave, but eventually, she turned and disappeared into the night.

The next moment, Su Ran silently appeared within the courtyard of her bridal chamber.

“He’s not here?”

She was surprised to find that the room was empty—Chen Fei was nowhere to be seen.

Her spiritual sense surged, instantly sweeping across the entirety of Yellow Mist City.

Meanwhile, in the City Lord’s Mansion, Ye Bufan—though not yet officially sworn in—was already in full control of power.

“With the Qinling token in my hand, who can oppose me?” Ye Bufan’s voice was arrogant and cold.

“Young Master, perhaps we should be cautious. Both Silvermoon Academy and the Universal Trade Guild have publicly declared their support for Chen Fei’s Trade Caravan and the Su family,” the old butler advised carefully.

“Cautious?”

“How long must I be patient?”

“Am I supposed to be a lord in name only?”

“So what if they made a statement?” Ye Bufan’s eyes gleamed with ambition. “If I don’t use the Qinling token now, its effect will fade with time. I need to make an example—crush someone to establish dominance!”

“I want to see what Lu Yijun and the Trade Guild will actually do!”

Ye Bufan was not acting on impulse—this was calculated. He wanted to solidify his power while the token still held weight.

“Go. Immediately shut down all of Chen Fei’s trade operations.”

“The reason? Simple. Claim it’s part of the investigation into the demonic massacre.”

His mind was made up. He wanted to strike now, severing Chen Fei’s roots in Yellow Mist City.

He was gambling—gambling that Chen Fei would never return, and gambling that the Universal Trade Guild wouldn’t go all out for someone who was no longer here. He figured he could apologize to Li Qingyi later and give her a face-saving exit.

Tonight, Yellow Mist City was once again shrouded in darkness. The demon massacre had just ended, but with Ye Bufan in power and Chen Fei captured, countless people worried about what tomorrow might bring.

With the city in a temporary power vacuum, many forces were preparing to stake their claim for dominance. The City Lord’s Mansion had suffered heavy losses. Ye Bufan had the Qinling token but lacked personal strength. The Su family, though missing Chen Fei, still held the influence he’d left behind.

Silvermoon Academy and the Trade Guild’s open support ensured the coming conflict was inevitable.

When tigers clash, smaller beasts must protect themselves—or be torn apart in the crossfire.

Su Ran stood silently in her courtyard, but within moments, she had already gathered a full understanding of the current state of Yellow Mist City.

“The demon massacre… Qinling took Chen Fei… And now someone like Ye Bufan dares to rule Yellow Mist City?”

She couldn’t help but laugh, her stunning face now radiating a cold, lethal aura.

Inside the City Lord’s Mansion, Ye Bufan was preparing for his purge when his face suddenly changed.

He looked up—and saw firelight.

Not just through the roof, but as if his consciousness itself had been lit aflame.

And he wasn’t the only one. The entire city saw it.

It wasn’t physical fire, but a blazing light burning within their mind’s eye—a terrifying illusion that forced their souls to kneel.

“It’s her!”

“Su Ran!”

“The eldest daughter of the Su family!”

One of Yellow Mist City’s famed twin beauties, Su Ran had long been the unattainable dream of countless young talents. Even Ye Bufan had tried many times to court her.

But now, the Su Ran floating within that holy fire appeared sacred, pure, and untouchable—utterly removed from the mundane world.

Every person who saw that fire instinctively dropped to their knees, worshiping in awe.

“From now on, Yellow Mist City belongs to Chen Fei.”

“Any who dare oppose—shall die!”

Her voice was cold and absolute, like a judgment from fate itself.

Ye Bufan vanished on the spot, consumed without a trace. Those harboring malice toward Chen Fei died as well—the stronger the hatred, the more miserable their death. Only those without ill intent were spared.

The fire came swiftly—and vanished just as fast.

It was only after the fire disappeared that the citizens realized what had happened: Su Ran had unleashed a godlike power to punish anyone who dared harbor ill will toward Chen Fei.

“Yellow Mist City belongs to Chen Fei now.”

“Everything’s fine—no more need to fear.”

“Just follow Chen Fei.”

In that moment, everyone’s hearts settled. Loyalty to Chen Fei surged beyond anything they’d ever felt.

All thanks to Su Ran.

Elsewhere, Miao Yue too had seen the firelight, though what she saw was different from what others witnessed.

“You’ve awakened!”

“You’ve finally awakened!” Miao Yue dropped to her knees, tears of joy falling freely.

“I’m leaving,” Su Ran said softly.

“Miss, what about me?”

“What about the Young Master?”

“I’ll send Chen Fei to your holy land,” Su Ran replied. “But as for us… our fate ends here.”

“If times were different, I would’ve taken you both with me.”

There was a glimmer of sorrow in her eyes, but also quiet resolve.

“Don’t tell Chen Fei where I went. Let him forget me. If you wish, stay by his side.”

“Miss…” Miao Yue tried to speak—but found she couldn’t.

“I don’t have much time. Listen to what I must say,” Su Ran continued.

Miao Yue had no choice but to listen. Her heart was filled with both grief and hope.

When the firelight in her mind finally faded, Su Ran had long since vanished.

However, under the fire’s influence, Miao Yue’s cultivation soared. Barriers shattered, strength surged—she reclaimed all her lost power and broke through the bottleneck that had haunted her for years.

She was now the fully restored and elevated Saintess of Tianqing Holy Land, stepping into the long-sought Human Dao Realm.

“Miss, I will find you.”

“Young Master, I will protect you.”

She knelt toward the heavens, offering a solemn vow.

And Su Ran’s blessings didn’t stop there.

Su Cheng and his wife also received her divine grace. From mere seventh-rank and fourth-rank spirit practitioners, they were pushed straight to the ninth-rank Dao Realm peak—a level comparable to the Supreme Elder of Qinling!

Su Ran had disappeared, but her legacy had just begun.