The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 175 A Glimmer of Hope_1

Chapter 175: Chapter 175 A Glimmer of Hope_1

"Mr. Ning, I beg you, my grandfather raised me since I was little, and all these years, I’ve never been able to do anything for him. My only wish is to let my grandfather live to be a hundred years old, and now we’re just one month away... Please, Mr. Ning, sell me the Blood Lingzhi, would you grant me this favor? I’m begging you."

Shen Bingying clutched Ning Fan’s arm tightly, her fingertips turning white from the force, almost pleading.

"No."

Faced with Shen Bingying’s plea, Ning Fan shook his head once again, his arm trembling slightly.

Shen Bingying felt a force push her hands away, and she could no longer hold onto Ning Fan’s arm.

After that, Ning Fan walked out of the Underground Palace with Xu Yourong and Ge Tiangang.

Not far from the exit of the Underground Palace, Xu Yourong suddenly stopped.

"What’s wrong, Miss Xu?"

Ning Fan also stopped and asked.

"Ning Fan... I actually think... that Shen Bingying is rather pitiful..."

Xu Yourong paused then continued, "Actually, when I was little, I also grew up with my grandfather. I had a wish too, to let my grandfather live to be a hundred years old, but he only lived into his eighties before he passed away..."

It turned out that Xu Yourong had a similar experience to Shen Bingying’s.

It was also because she grew up with her grandfather in River City that she stayed in River City alone even after the Xu Family had moved to the provincial city in recent years.

"Do you want me to help her?" Ning Fan asked.

"If it’s not too much trouble for you, then help her. But if it has a big impact on you, then forget it." Xu Yourong nodded and then shook her head.

Although she felt empathy for Shen Bingying, she was definitely considering things from Ning Fan’s perspective.

"I’ll think about it."

Ning Fan nodded, pondering the situation.

...

Inside the Underground Palace.

Shen Bingying looked around. Dozens of mummified corpses lay haphazardly on the ground, all of whom were her subordinates.

These subordinates were either family bodyguards or Feng Shui Masters who had been hired for a hefty fee. An hour ago, they were alive.

Now, they were all dead.

The only two bodyguards still alive were struggling to get up, clearly severely injured.

All of this had happened because she wanted to find treasure to extend her grandfather’s life...

Such an outcome...

Shen Bingying couldn’t help but feel a surge of sorrow, no longer able to hold back. Her knees buckled, and with a thud, she knelt on the ground, lowered her proud head, her shoulders shaking, and burst into tears.

Drip, drip, drip...

Amidst her crying, she faintly heard footsteps behind her.

She lifted her head, turned around in confusion, and saw a tall figure that had appeared before her without her knowing.

Through the meager moonlight streaming in from the entrance of the Underground Palace, that tall figure seemed imposing.

It was Ning Fan.

"Do you really just want to extend your grandfather’s life by one month?" Ning Fan spoke indifferently.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Ning, will you help me? Will you sell that Blood Lingzhi to me?"

Shen Bingying knelt on the ground, looking up at Ning Fan with eyes full of hope.

In a daze, she felt a strange sensation in her heart.

It was the feeling from several hours ago when she was about to be killed by those resentful spirits, and Ning Fan had suddenly appeared, saving her from their clutches, giving her a new lease on life.

"I will not sell the Blood Lingzhi to you."

The next second, Ning Fan’s words plunged Shen Bingying into despair once more.

"But I can sell you three pills refined from the Blood Lingzhi." Ning Fan continued.

"Pills? What kind of pills?" Shen Bingying didn’t understand.

"Blood Lingzhi does have life-extending properties, that’s true, but if ordinary people take it directly, they won’t be able to withstand its potency. It won’t extend their life; instead, they will instantly explode and die. So even if I agreed to sell the Blood Lingzhi to you, and you gave it to your grandfather, not only would it not let him live to a hundred, but it would also kill him immediately... I suggest you think carefully when you go back, about who gave you the information on the Blood Lingzhi, letting you come here in search of treasure to offer to your grandfather."

Ning Fan spoke calmly.

"What? Then, then does that mean my grandfather can’t extend his life by a month..." Shen Bingying said in despair.

"Extending life by a month is not possible, but extending it by three months might be." Ning Fan continued.

"What? Mr. Ning, what did you say?" Shen Bingying’s eyes suddenly lit up as if a drowning person had grasped a lifeline.

"Didn’t I just say? The pills that can be refined from Blood Lingzhi can extend life by three months each." Ning Fan spoke nonchalantly.

"Really? That’s, that’s great! Wonderful! Mr. Ning, please sell me those life-extension pills!"

Shen Bingying stood up abruptly, reaching out with both hands to once again firmly grasp Ning Fan’s arm.

"You keep holding onto my boyfriend’s hand, how is he supposed to practice alchemy?"

Xu Yourong suddenly spoke with a hint of jealousy.

"Ah, I’m sorry, Miss, I didn’t mean to..." Shen Bingying quickly let go and apologized.

"This is my girlfriend, Xu Yourong. Come to think of it, you really should thank her. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t be refining life-extension pills to sell to you," Ning Fan said.