Chapter 239: White Hair in a Single Night

Seeing Yu Wenwen’s cold expression, Jiang Xincheng spoke gravely, “With your current strength, you can’t protect much wealth. Besides these thirty million Credit Points, I’ll arrange everything you need in a safe place. You can move to a new environment and live well, without worrying about revenge from the Ximen Family.”

Jiang Xincheng’s words made Yu Wenwen pause. Only then did she realize she had misjudged him. She lowered her head. “I’m sorry. You thought this through carefully. I was wrong.”

“I agree. But I want you to promise me one thing in return.” Yu He’s voice suddenly sounded from the hall entrance, thick with sorrow.

Jiang Xincheng paused, then asked, “What condition?”

“I’ll tell you after we sign the mining rights transfer agreement,” Yu He replied. “A Mei, bring the documents. I’ll sign them.”

Wang Mei nodded silently and went indoors. The contract for the mining rights had been prepared in advance by Ximen Hong and his men. They had planned to sign it over to Ximen Changkong. Little did they know their efforts ended up benefiting Jiang Xincheng instead.

Wang Mei brought the papers. Yu He signed immediately, as did Jiang Xincheng. With their signatures, the mining rights to Shimen Mountain for the next ninety-five years now belonged entirely to Jiang Xincheng. Or more accurately, this Medium Yuan Crystal Mine worth three to four billion Credit Points was officially his.

Thanks to this mine, Jiang Xincheng instantly became one of the wealthiest people in Ming Yu City. His assets skyrocketed to over three billion Credit Points, multiplying his fortune several times over.

“A Mei, carry me inside. I need to rest,” Yu He said after signing. Wang Mei complied, hoisting him onto her back and heading toward the villa’s interior.

Jiang Xincheng stopped them. “Mr. Yu, what’s your condition?”

“You’ll know soon enough. It can wait,” Yu He answered as Wang Mei carried him inside. Only Jiang Xincheng and Yu Wenwen remained outside.

“Jiang Xincheng, how did you get so strong so fast?” Yu Wenwen asked. “That scoundrel Ximen Hong was a late-stage Cloud Condensation Realm Primordial Warrior. And you killed him instantly? Are you also a Great Yuan Warrior now?”

Jiang Xincheng nodded. “Yes, I’ve reached Cloud Condensation Realm too. Which university do you attend?”

“I’m in Tianhai City too—Tianhai Film Academy. It’s far worse than your Tianhai University. And it’s quite a distance away,” she said.

Surprised they shared a city, Jiang Xincheng smiled. “Feel free to visit me at Tianhai University. If anyone from the Ximen Family troubles you, call me. I’ll give you my number.”

He recited his number, then abruptly tensed. “Yu Wenwen, something’s wrong with your parents. Go check on them, quickly.”

“Wrong?” She froze, then realization struck. She spun and sprinted toward the villa, Jiang Xincheng close behind. Suddenly, his Spiritual Sense flared. He staggered, slowing his pace.

“Daddy! Mommy! What’s happening to you?”

Yu Wenwen’s shrill cry of agony echoed from indoors. Jiang Xincheng entered to find Yu He and Wang Mei lying side by side, their hearts shattered by their own Primordial Force. They were long gone.

Clearly, the loss of their son and the humiliation inflicted upon his family proved too much for Yu He. He’d chosen death. And Wang Mei had followed him.

Yu Wenwen collapsed onto their bodies, weeping violently. As she sobbed, her raven-black hair began visibly turning snow-white. Jiang Xincheng watched in shock.

Within a dozen breaths, her once-black locks were fully white—an eerie, chilling transformation. It choked his breath, twisting his heart with an inexplicable grief.

This sight sparked a memory from Jiang Xincheng’s past life. A figure long forgotten.

The White Haired Witch Demon.

In that past life, a late-stage Cloud Condensation Realm Peak Primordial Warrior arose in Ming Yu City. Legend said her family had been slaughtered by the Ximen Family. Only she escaped. She vanished into wilderness, trained obsessively, and reached late-stage Cloud Condensation Realm mastery within a decade. Her sole cultivation manual? The most basic Primordial Ultimate Art.

That feat alone proved her monstrous talent. Her combat strength was even more terrifying. She once killed a powerful Rain Transformation Realm Frontier Governor—an act that shook Central Province. She became known as the White Haired Witch Demon, a notorious name on the province’s dark paths.

The Witch Demon dedicated her life to opposing the Ximen Family. She killed hundreds of their core and branch members—inflicting devastating losses. Ultimately, she enraged the entire clan. Ximen Changkong led a squad personally. They surrounded, slaughtered her, then diced her corpse and fed it to wild dogs in broad daylight.

In that past life, she died early. Jiang Xincheng had been struggling then, too preoccupied to learn much about her. Later, despite extensive reading, he’d found no record of her name.

Watching Yu Wenwen’s hair whiten violently now—this heart-wrenching scene—finally reawakened his memory of the brief, blazing existence of the White Haired Witch Demon.

Could Yu Wenwen actually be that figure? Consider her ordeal. Had Jiang Xincheng not intervened, her whole family would indeed have been murdered by the Ximen Family—a perfect match for the legend. Likely, this girl was that White Haired Witch Demon reincarnated.

As he watched the grief-stricken girl, a thought crystallized: If I could take this Witch Demon under my wing… Use the Ximen Family to sharpen her… Teach her powerful Origin Force Cultivation Methods… Could I forge her into a sharp blade? A weapon to bolster my power?

With the talent she’d exhibited in the past life, just a little guidance could turn her into a Rain Transformation Realm—or higher—Primordial Warrior.

But just as this plan formed…

Yu Wenwen suddenly raised her right hand high. Then she brought it crashing down—toward her own heart. She intended to follow her parents into death.