Chapter 94: Reaping What One Sows
The two-headed female ghost had assumed Mu Lichuan would hesitate due to the many students watching, never expecting him to let someone die right before everyone's eyes. Unfortunately, the young man's actions completely defied their expectations.
"He's an R-country man who harassed me. If he really had some sudden illness, how is that my fault?" Mu Lichuan retorted with a smile, clearly unafraid of Sato's death. Immediately after, he struck again with his soul power.
"Ah—!" One of the two-headed ghost's heads was nearly dissipated. Desperate to drag someone down with them, they drained Sato's last remaining yang energy before fleeing.
Mu Lichuan didn’t bother chasing them. His hands remained in his pockets, his expression indifferent as he and the crowd watched Sato convulse, foam at the mouth, and collapse motionless on the ground.
"What… what just happened to him?" "That's terrifying…"
The onlookers wore expressions of fear, some even instinctively stepping back.
Mu Lichuan blended in with the crowd's response. "Could he have been on drugs?" he suggested. After all, Sato had looked pale and hollow-eyed earlier—traits common among drug users.
Though many in this school were spoiled rich kids, their awareness far surpassed that of ordinary people.
"Let’s call the police and get an ambulance," one student said calmly. None of them suspected Sato's death had anything to do with Mu Lichuan.
Mu Lichuan went to class as if nothing had happened. Within an hour, the police arrived to question him.
"Officer, the student still needs to attend class. Please make this quick," the homeroom teacher said sternly. She knew Mu Lichuan had powerful backing—if anything went wrong, she wouldn’t escape blame either.
The officer nodded. "Just routine questioning. After all, Sato from R-country was pronounced dead at the hospital." This wasn’t a small matter, it could even lead to an international incident if mishandled.
"Dead?" The teacher was shocked. "Mu Lichuan, cooperate with the investigation."
Thus, Mu Lichuan was taken to the police station.
"Student Mu, so you’re saying he died right after confessing to you?"
Mu Lichuan nodded. "Exactly. Are you suspecting me? I’m the victim here, getting confessed to out of nowhere by a man will affect my life. As for why he died, everyone saw it—he suddenly convulsed and foamed at the mouth. We didn’t even touch."
The young officer questioning him looked sympathetic. "Alright, you can go." Clearly, Sato had been a drug user—likely overdosed due to an interrupted dose.
Mu Lichuan thanked him politely and left. Just outside the station, he ran into Mi Shen, who had been "missing" for some time.
"Are you alright?" Mi Shen asked coolly, glancing at him.
Mu Lichuan shook his head. "I’m going home." With only an hour left until dismissal, there was no point returning to school.
Mi Shen’s expression was complicated. "I’m sorry." He truly regretted doubting the young man.
"Apologize for what? We’re just familiar strangers." Mu Lichuan sneered. Mi Shen now carried the aura of national fortune—proof he was the real deal. Yet before, he’d sent a puppet to deal with him. Did he think Mu Lichuan was patient?
He didn’t care what secrets Xiao Mo hid or what connection Mi Shen had to him. All he wanted was to cultivate. With enough strength, he’d fear nothing.
Hearing this, Mi Shen looked conflicted. "After all we’ve been through, you still don’t consider me a friend?"
Because of the Mi Rong incident, higher-ups had investigated Mu Lichuan—though they hadn’t harmed him.
"Friend? Friends scheme against me?" Mu Lichuan’s voice was icy. "If not for Young Master Mi, I wouldn’t have so much trouble—or be targeted by demonic cultivators!" He knew venting was pointless, but the thought of being manipulated made his blood boil. And Xiao Mo was nowhere to be found.
As a spirit, Xiao Mo came and went unpredictably. Mu Lichuan could only wait for him to appear—tracking him down was harder than reaching heaven.
"Don’t worry, he won’t act recklessly," Mi Shen said calmly, his expression firm.
Mu Lichuan brushed past him. "Young Master Mi should be careful, lest the mastermind behind Mi Rong comes for you next." His tone was indifferent, but the warning was clear.
"Mu Lichuan, was Sato’s death related to you?" Mi Shen had come specifically for this. A foreign exchange student dying so soon after arriving in C-country was no small matter.
Mu Lichuan stopped. His dark eyes were frosty. "The two-headed female ghost killed him. If you want to arrest someone, go catch her and hand her over to R-country." So that’s why Mi Shen was here, because of Sato.
His life or death meant nothing to anyone.
With that, Mu Lichuan left, his mood foul. Though he was just an ordinary person without status, no one liked being controlled like this.
The strong ruled—if he were stronger, no one would dare treat him this way.
Mi Shen knew Mu Lichuan had misunderstood, but the young man was too angry to reason with. He knew his temperament well.
Before Mu Lichuan reached his villa, Shao Xiaoya intercepted him. "Mu Lichuan, my friend keeps having nightmares and sleeps all the time. Can you check on her?"
She wanted to get closer to him and saw this as an opportunity.
"Fine." Mu Lichuan agreed to train his abilities, not mentioning payment to the girl.
The two walked in silence to a remote alley. The area was chaotic, filled with turbid energy, making Mu Lichuan raise an eyebrow.
This place was a natural yin-gathering land. But in the capital, where land was gold, migrant workers rented these cheap houses despite the conditions.
They arrived at an old apartment building. Shao Xiaoya, a wealthy young lady, showed no disdain as she led Mu Lichuan to the fifth floor.
"Who is it?" A hoarse voice answered—clearly, the speaker hadn’t rested well.
"Xiao Cao, it’s me. I brought a master," Shao Xiaoya said quickly, her face full of concern.
The door opened, and Mu Lichuan took one look at Qin Xiaocao before chuckling. "She’s fine." Sleeping poorly in a yin-gathering area was normal, she just needed to move out.
"Ah—?" Shao Xiaoya was stunned. Qin Xiaocao’s dark circles were obvious, and she had constant nightmares.
Qin Xiaocao stiffened. Shao Xiaoya’s illness had been cured by this boy, so she’d begged for his help.
A ghost had been haunting her, threatening to kill her parents if she didn’t feed it. She’d originally planned to use it on Shao Xiaoya, but every time the ghost approached, it returned injured—clearly, Shao Xiaoya had protection.
"Student Mu, I was wrong. Please help me," Qin Xiaocao pleaded. She hadn’t been raising the ghost for long, but without a new host, it would turn on her.
Mu Lichuan’s gaze was cold. "Help you? Help you harm others?" Karma was at work—she’d brought this on herself.
Shao Xiaoya gasped. "Mu Lichuan, she…?" She wasn’t stupid, Qin Xiaocao had tried to hurt someone and was now haunted?
"Raising a ghost, reaping what she sowed. Find someone else to solve her problem." Mu Lichuan wasn’t charitable. He turned to leave.
Qin Xiaocao grabbed Shao Xiaoya desperately. "Xiaoya, please help me! I was wrong, I admit it!"
"Qin Xiaocao, I thought you were my friend, but you wanted to harm me?" Shao Xiaoya shook her off and chased after Mu Lichuan.
She never imagined her closest friend would betray her. Mu Lichuan might seem cold, but he wasn’t cruel—unless provoked.
"Mu Lichuan, I’m sorry. I didn’t know she…" Shao Xiaoya apologized.
Mu Lichuan shook his head, glancing at the yin-gathering area. "It’s fine. You were deceived. But this place needs to be cleansed, or more incidents will happen." If too many died here, the consequences would be severe. Since he’d come across it, he might as well resolve it.
"Yin-gathering land?" Shao Xiaoya was confused.
Mu Lichuan nodded. "The authorities should evacuate the residents first, dig up whatever's buried beneath this place, then expose the area to direct sunlight to purge the accumulated yin energy." He glanced at the cramped buildings surrounding them. "These high-rises block all sunlight, creating perpetual shade. That's why negative energy concentrates here, attracting restless spirits."
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