My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser Chapter 1458: The End (1)

After departing from the Lin residence, Song Yan returned to her own home where she found Fu Yu Sheng waiting for her.

“Where is everyone?” Song Yan inquired, scanning the rooms. Her father and brother were nowhere to be seen, and even her sister-in-law appeared to be out at the moment.

“Your brother and his wife have gone for a medical check-up, while your father is at the office. He mentioned that those new pore-minimizing pills you provided are selling exceptionally well.”

“He must monitor the production speed closely, or the company’s web portal will be overwhelmed with customer complaints.”

Fu Yu Sheng gave his response without looking up from the documents spread before him. Song Yan initially assumed he was occupied with standard corporate business, but her focus shifted when she recognized a familiar face on the papers.

“Shen Yu?” Song Yan moved toward the tea table, gathering the scattered documents to inspect them.

Her gaze sharpened as she processed the printed information. She was stunned to discover that the woman had actually formed an alliance with Duan He!

“When... how did you manage to uncover this?” Song Yan asked her husband.

“It wasn’t particularly difficult,” Fu Yu Sheng answered. He looked up at Song Yan, calmly explaining, “I simply arranged for someone to tail Duan He, who eventually met with Shen Yu.”

“Since Shen Yu lacks professional skill, tracking her was quite easy. As for the rest, I had Xiao Bai trace their movements and compile the data.”

Song Yan was taken aback by his nonchalant tone. Even though Fu Yu Sheng acted as if the task were trivial, she understood that gathering such intelligence must have required significant effort.

Taking a seat, she meticulously reviewed the dossiers Fu Yu Sheng had prepared. The data revealed that thirteen dark arts practitioners were currently serving as Duan He’s bodyguards.

If she intended to confront Duan He, these thirteen experts in dark arts would have to be neutralized first.

Luckily, Fu Yu Sheng had also pinpointed their various hideouts. Despite being masters of dark arts, these practitioners still relied on the modern world to generate income.

This was a tactical advantage; she wouldn't have to journey to their Sect to find them.

“Are you planning to take them on?” Fu Yu Sheng asked, noting the look of grim resolve on Song Yan’s face.

“I am,” Song Yan replied truthfully. She set the documents back on the table and met his gaze. Leaning back against the couch, she added, “I might not be in such a rush if Duan He wasn't constantly hunting individuals born with immense luck and fortune.”

“It appears she is harvesting their luck, and there is likely a deeper motive. Remember how the prominent families in both S City and the capital were harassed by supernatural entities?”

“These families represent the nation's elite, meaning they possess great natural luck. Her obsession with them suggests she is searching for something specific... or rather, she is desperate for it, given how she no longer cares about being discovered.”

Song Yan sighed deeply, closing her eyes. With her arm resting on the back of the sofa, she opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling.

“I believe it is time for me to act.” Previously, her only goals were survival and the protection of her family and son. But now that she realized there were deeper threads to untangle, Song Yan knew she had to bring everything to a final conclusion.

When Fu Yu Sheng remained silent, Song Yan tilted her head to look at him. “Aren't you going to try and stop me?” she asked.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I worry for your safety, of course. But you’re right—that woman won't stop until she’s dead. To secure the peaceful life we both deserve, we must end this tragedy that began centuries ago.”

He paused briefly before adding, “I only hope you won't leave me behind like a damsel in distress. I have a grudge of my own that needs settling.”

Song Yan looked at her husband and let out a soft laugh. “Do as you wish... I’ll do a better job of protecting you this time.”

She was determined not to let Fu Yu Sheng follow her into the abyss again.

Time moved quickly, and three weeks later—

Old Master Gu found himself confined within the most isolated courtyard of the Gu Sect. The defensive arrays surrounding the area had been reinforced, making it impossible for him to escape the prison his unfilial grandson had created.

“How much longer do you intend to keep me here?” he demanded when Gu Chenyi arrived. The old man looked up from a Go board, slamming a piece down as he glared at his grandson.

Gu Chenyi sighed, smoothing out the folds of his robes. “I’m pleased to see you’re enjoying this quiet courtyard, Grandfather.”

“Don’t you dare mock me!” Old Master Gu snatched up the Go pieces and threw them at Gu Chenyi.

His face was red with fury. “You... what is wrong with you, Chenyi? You’ve seized control of the Sect, systematically ruined the Elders, and now you lock me away. I raised you! You ungrateful brat! When your parents passed, it was I who took you in and—”

“Wasn't it because you recognized my high spiritual energy and knew I could be useful to you?” Gu Chenyi cut him off, leaving the old man visibly flustered.

“What are you implying?”

Gu Chenyi sighed and tossed a stack of papers—the ones Song Yan had sent him—toward his grandfather. “You always insisted Shen Yu was my perfect match. Simply because she saved your life once, you traded me away like a convenient tool.”

“That is all I ever was to you, Grandfather. An accessory. It is a bit much to expect an object to show you love and respect.”

Old Master Gu felt the air leave his lungs. He looked from his grandson to the documents, which were filled with evidence of Shen Yu’s recent atrocities.

“I have shared this information with the entire Sect,” Gu Chenyi informed him. “The disciples and masters have been ordered to execute Shen Yu on sight.” He watched his grandfather’s face turn pale.

“Though, I personally hope to be the one to end her life.”

“You... what has Ah Yu ever done to deserve this?” Old Master Gu asked, his voice trembling with shock. “Why go to such extremes? If you had only shown her some affection, would she have been driven to this?”

The old man remained convinced that Shen Yu was blameless and that Gu Chenyi’s coldness was the catalyst for her actions.

“Grandpa... do you believe in reincarnation?” Gu Chenyi asked. The old man fell silent, watching him warily. Gu Chenyi smiled thinly. “You don’t have to answer, but I will answer your earlier question.”

“You asked what she owes me? She owes me a life. My life, Grandpa.” Gu Chenyi’s smile grew sweeter, but his eyes remained like shards of ice. “I gave my life to you and Shen Yu once before... now it is time for you to repay that debt.”

“No... no—NO!”

Old Master Gu screamed in denial, but Gu Chenyi was indifferent to his grandfather's disbelief. He no longer felt anything for the man he had once looked up to.

“Watch him closely,” he instructed the guards. “He is never to leave this courtyard, even if he is on his deathbed.”

He cast a cold glance at the place where, in another life, he had been imprisoned until his death.

Elsewhere—

Shen Yu sensed that things were spiraling out of control. She had defected to the dark Sect and never looked back, believing their power was superior to Gu Chenyi’s because they embraced the dark arts.

Their Cultivation levels far exceeded those of the Gu Sect leaders, who only practiced orthodox refined arts.

And yet,

Pillar Ten and Pillar Eleven had vanished without a trace.

Even Pillar Twelve was now unaccounted for.

Shen Yu was bordering on panic. How could these Pillars, who were more powerful than any Gu Sect Elder, simply disappear?

‘Has Gu Chenyi discovered something? But these three vanished almost simultaneously. There is no way he could have defeated them all at once,’ Shen Yu thought frantically.

In her mind, Gu Chenyi was formidable, but not to that extent.

So, who was responsible? “Who... who are you?” In a different location, Pillar Nine glared at a woman through gritted teeth. He was currently pinned under the massive weight of a summoned familiar, feeling as though his bones were being crushed into liquid.

He had spent his life honing evil arts, yet this familiar radiated an overwhelming heavenly Qi. “Why would I bother explaining myself to a dying man?” Song Yan replied, leveling her talisman gun at him. Her expression was icy as she smiled. “You can ask the Reaper when he arrives for your soul.” “Wait—listen—”

Bang!