"Young Master Shen," Qing said with so restraint, calling out timidly, blushing as she hung her head low, not daring to look up at the man before her.
"Still calling Young Master Shen?" Shen Lang feigned displeasure.
"Shen, h-husband," Qing lifted her head and glanced at Shen Lang before quickly lowering it again.
Her cheeks resembled the evening sky under the sunset as the afterglow quietly climbed the branches.
"That’s more like it. Rest assured, from now on, we’ll be together for the rest of our lives. No one can tear us apart," Shen Lang said with a smile.
"But can Lin Qiu just let things go?" Qing asked worriedly.
"After all, his father is the Peak Master of Great Skies Peak."
"I didn’t let you co here earlier because I was afraid it would provoke a fight between the two peaks," Shen Lang said coldly.
"But now I’m not afraid. That guy has been poisoned with my Heaven-Scorching Poison.
In at most three months, he will be completely red all over, and in the end, he will burn to death.
Especially during these three months, he will suffer unbearable pain every day, his body feeling as though it has been scorched by fire, he won’t have the ti to bother you."
"What if this matter is discovered?" Qing asked, still sowhat anxious.
"Qing’er, what only you and I know will remain our secret, if you don’t tell, no one will know," Shen Lang said, softly shaking his head and pulling the woman in front of him into an embrace.
"I understand, husband. I wouldn’t say anything even in death," Qing said as she hugged Shen Lang back, placing her face against his chest.
She spoke with conviction, "Although Qing was once a re courtesan, her life as worthless as weeds, it is now a different tale.
Now that I’ve won the affection of my husband and pledged myself to you, I will follow you to the end of my life."
Shen Lang chuckled, then turned to look at the disciples in yellow robes behind him and asked, "I had Zhang Qian go give that waste a ssage. Why hasn’t he co to report back to ?"
"This," the disciples in yellow robes hesitated.
"What’s wrong?" Shen Lang frowned slightly and asked.
One of the yellow-robed disciples shook his head slightly and with a wave of his right hand said, "Bring him up."
Imdiately after, they saw a yellow-robed young man being carried up on a stretcher.
Both of his legs had been broken, and he could hardly utter a word, looking like he was on his last breath, in excruciating pain.
"Zhang Qian?" Shen Lang called out with a frown, asking with an embarrassed expression, "What happened?"
The yellow-robed disciple beside him took out a piece of paper and said, "Senior Brother, his tongue has been cut out.
So I had him write down what happened on paper."
Shen Lang took the paper and glanced at it. His hand trembled with sharp Blade Qi, shredding the paper into dust.
"Senior Brother, are you alright?" soone asked cautiously.
"Lin Qiu dares to bully ; I will not rest until one of us is dead," Shen Lang said darkly.
The darkness on his face was even more terrifying than the dark clouds looming in the sky above.
...…
Having finished his cultivation practice, Xu Zii walked out of his courtyard just in ti to see Jiang Changsheng with a sneaky expression, quietly peering from outside.
"Since you’re here, co on in," Xu Zii gestured with his hand, calling him in.
The maidservant had already prepared breakfast, served in the pavilion of the courtyard.
"Did Senior Brother call for for sothing?" Jiang Changsheng asked tentatively.
"Could it be that you’re coveting my handsoness?"
"You know that Senior Brother is widely recognized as a prodigal son," Xu Zii said, gesturing with his hand.
"As a prodigal son, wouldn’t I be a failure without a lackey by my side?"
"Disciple fears his foolishness does not comprehend Senior Brother’s aning," Jiang Changsheng shook his head and said.
"I’m suggesting that you beco my lackey—plain enough," Xu Zii replied.
"A man of honor doesn’t stoop for riches; I, your disciple, have lived a carefree life, loving my freedom. How could I submit and serve under soone?" Jiang Changsheng said angrily, slamming down on the table.
"Brother, don’t bring this up again in the future; your junior brother might beco unhappy."
"Really not okay?" Xu Zii asked.
"Not even if I die," Jiang Changsheng said, looking straight ahead and speaking indifferently.
"Clang," the sound of drawing a sword, a few strands of black hair gently fell.
"Hold on, upon reflection, your junior brother thought that a true man can be flexible.
A good horse is common, but Bole is rare.
A pearl in dust, if t with the right master, will surely shine bright, breaking through the dawn."
Jiang Changsheng looked at Xu Zii seriously and said, "From now on, your junior brother will wholeheartedly follow by your side.
To the edge of the sky, end of the sea, through Blade Mountain Fiery Sea, without any excuse for not doing so."
As the two were speaking, they saw a disciple hurrying in from outside.
"Senior Brother Lin, the Peak Master asks for your presence," the disciple said between gasps.
"What’s the matter?" Xu Zii asked.
"Seems like soone from Green Skies Peak is looking for you," the disciple replied.
"Let’s go see," Xu Zii smiled.
...
Following the disciple, Xu Zii did not just bring Jiang Changsheng with him, but also the two guards who were assigned to protect his courtyard.
On the way up the mountain, Xu Zii asked the two n, "What are your nas?"
"I am Long Yidao, and this is Long Erdao," the two replied promptly.
"Such nas, simple, crude," Xu Zii smiled.
Walking up to the Council Hall at the top of Great Skies Peak, when Xu Zii entered the hall, he found not only his father Lin Beisheng and several elders of Great Skies Peak,
but also a young man in a golden robe and an old man in a golden robe.
"Father," Xu Zii greeted.
"Qiu’er, you’re here," Lin Beisheng smiled and with a wave of his hand said, "I’ve co here to ask you about sothing."
"Please speak, Father," Xu Zii nodded.
"Did you severely injure a disciple from Green Skies Peak?" Lin Beisheng asked.
"I didn’t, where did Father hear about this?" Xu Zii shook his head.
"Lin Qiu, you still dare to deny it," the golden-robed young man, Shen Lang, let out a cold snort.
He said, "Both the physical evidence and witnesses are here; you must give an explanation for this."
"Who are you? Since when can you raise your voice on Great Skies Peak?" Xu Zii frowned and asked.
"Lang’er, you step back," the golden-robed elder said chuckling and waved his hand.
Zhang Qian was then brought in on a stretcher.
The elder smiled and said, "Does Young Master Lin still deny it?"
"Deny what? I don’t know anything," Xu Zii shook his head.
The elder in the golden robe casually waved a hand, and a piece of paper was taken out from a Storage Ring.
He said, "This is Zhang Qian’s testimony, does Young Master Lin wish to see it?"
Xu Zii glanced at the man and asked, "May I know how to address this elder?"
"Green Skies Peak, He Qing," the elder replied flatly.
"Well, Elder He Qing, you’re not being reasonable in your talk," Xu Zii shook his head.
"Zhang Qian’s words can’t be taken as fact. If he says I hit him, does it an I did? What if it’s a false accusation?
When I was ambushed a while back, if I say it was Elder He Qing’s doing, would that be considered true?"
"Exactly," Jiang Changsheng nodded and quickly said, "I think he’s simply jealous of our Young Master’s handsoness, and he’s framing him—a blatant false accusation."
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