Help, What Should I Do If The Person Who Likes Me Is a Yandere! - Chapter 58:

Chapter 58: Someone from the Same Era as Leng Youran?:

Led by the appraiser, Xu Ze and his group arrived at a back alley behind the business guild.

This place was starkly different from the grandeur inside the business building. The air reeked, the ground was covered in mud and filth, and the houses were shabby and rundown. The people living here were gaunt and sickly, their wary eyes watching Xu Ze and his companions as they approached.

Xu Ze glanced at Su Qianxue beside him. It seemed to be her first time in a place like this, and she was full of surprise.

“I didn’t know there was such a place in the Eastern Imperial Empire…” Su Qianxue muttered, feeling guilty. As a princess, witnessing such a scene right beneath the imperial city made her feel uncomfortable.

Xu Ze shook his head. This was simply the reality of the cultivation world—survival of the fittest. The strong enjoyed everything, while the weak had no choice but to huddle together in misery.

Xu Ze could tell that many of the people here had once been cultivators, but now bore injuries that were difficult, if not impossible, to heal. Some had broken spiritual veins, making it hard for them to even live as ordinary people.

Before long, the middle-aged appraiser brought Xu Ze and Su Qianxue to a house. The wooden door was so worn down that it seemed it could hardly shield them from the elements. The appraiser coughed into his fist and knocked on the door.

“Miss Huang, you have visitors.”

Xu Ze couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Something about that introduction felt… off. Was this man really an appraiser and not some kind of technician?

After a moment, there was a faint sound from inside. Slowly, the door opened just a crack. A heavy fragrance wafted out, sharply contrasting the stench outside.

“I already told you, I’m not taking any work lately,” came a tired voice from inside.

Standing in the doorway was a young girl who looked exhausted. She had dark circles under her eyes, messy silver hair, and wore oversized clothes that didn’t fit her petite frame—she couldn’t have been taller than 1.5 meters.

High emotional intelligence would call this “petite.” Low emotional intelligence would ask, “How old are you, really?”

Xu Ze silently mocked her in his mind.

“Miss Huang, these two are important guests. The items they need appraised are incredibly valuable, and we at the guild wouldn’t dare handle them…” the appraiser said, practically pleading.

“Important guests?” The girl glanced at Xu Ze and Su Qianxue. “Oh, isn’t that the princess of the Eastern Imperial Empire? And this guy… if I’m not mistaken, he must be the Heavenly Dark Sect’s Holy Son, right?”

Xu Ze smiled faintly, intrigued by how accurately she had guessed his identity. “Oh? And how did you know I’m the Holy Son of the Heavenly Dark Sect?”

“You’ve been the talk of the city lately. It’s hard not to know who you are,” the girl said, rubbing her chin as she examined him. “They say Leng Youran’s disciple is quite remarkable. Seeing you now, I can tell you’re quite the pretty boy. If this were back in the day, I might have been just as smitten with you as that girl next to you.”

Su Qianxue’s face flushed red, as if her inner thoughts had been exposed. “W-What nonsense are you talking about?!”

“If you’ve got something for me to appraise, come in,” the girl shrugged, turning to walk back inside.

Su Qianxue, still blushing, tugged at Xu Ze’s sleeve. “Holy Son, this girl is a bit odd. Let’s not have her do the appraisal—let’s find someone else.”

However, Xu Ze seemed to be in deep thought. There was something about this silver-haired girl that felt strangely ancient. Her spiritual energy also puzzled him. It was both real and unreal, difficult to grasp.

Moreover, from the way she spoke, she seemed to know his master, Leng Youran, quite well. Could it be…?

Xu Ze cupped his hands and said seriously, “Then I’ll have to trouble you, Senior.”

“Huh? Holy Son?” Su Qianxue was confused. Why was the Holy Son addressing this young girl as “Senior”?

The girl paused for a moment, yawning lazily. “Leng Youran’s disciple really is sharper than the girl next to him.”

“Eh?” Su Qianxue was even more bewildered.

“Come on, she’s not just any ordinary girl. I suspect she’s from the same era as my master,” Xu Ze said with a helpless smile.

Women… the older they get, the more they seem to enjoy making themselves look younger, don’t they?

“From the same era as Sect Master Leng?” Su Qianxue was shaken. Her great-grandmother had lived in the same era as Leng Youran. But she had already grown so old, while Sect Master Leng and this girl before them both appeared so young.

If Sect Master Leng’s youth was preserved because she had reached the pinnacle of the cultivation path—immortal and forever young—then what about this girl?

She looked at least 10 years younger than Leng Youran.

Could it be that she, too, had reached that level?