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"Young Master donated ten thousand taels of silver to Jianlan Manor, and all the power in Xiangxi has now fallen under the Yan family's wing. Young Master wants Young Hero Yang to inherit the Zhanchun Sword, but the Manor Lord flatly refuses, saying that his Grandmaster's secret manual requires a fair fight... That young Manor Lord is itching to come down the mountain for some fun, so he says he'll persuade the two of them..."

Yang Shen cursed, "If I had known he was spouting nonsense, how could Jianlan Manor have fallen to this state!"

If he and Yichun hadn't accepted Shu Jun's invitation and rushed back to the manor early, their master, pressured by Yu Yan and Yu Fei's methods, would have forced them to duel immediately. Regardless of who won or lost, to uphold their grandmaster's dying wish, the loser's death was inevitable.

The man in black whispered, "Young Master Yang, my master often says that living in this world without avenging the blood feud of one's parents and family is tantamount to living a wretched existence. Since it's just a wretched existence, you might as well find a secluded place to hide, so that the world won't despise you. If you don't even have the right to be a human being, what else can you hope for..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shu Jun pierced his chest with a needle, causing him to shudder in pain. He stared at Shu Jun with wide eyes, as if questioning him: "Didn't we agree not to pierce vital points?!"

Shu Jun said indifferently, "You talk too much, and your foul mouth is unbearable to listen to."

Seeing Yang Shen trembling slightly, Yi Chun quickly stepped forward to support him and whispered, "Yang Shen, don't listen to his nonsense. Your parents in heaven would surely want you to be happy!"

His lips moved, his face was whiter than snow, and he couldn't say anything. Suddenly, he shook off her hand and ran away.

Yi Chun called him several times, but he seemed not to hear her and disappeared in the blink of an eye. She could only hastily clasp her hands in thanks to Shu Jun and then chased after him.

Little Pumpkin peeked out from the crack in the door, its eyes darting around: "Master, you're so useless. Getting dumped once is bad enough, but to get dumped again..."

Shu Jun ignored him, stood up, dusted off his sleeves, and said, "I've asked all the questions I needed to ask. You can bite the poison now, no need to be polite."

The man in black had such an incredulous expression, as if he were still asking: I've told you everything, and you still want me to die!

Shu Jun smiled absentmindedly, "Letting you die quickly is already a favor I've done, so what are you whining about?"

The man in black was in tears. People often said that Shu Jun was a demon, and now he finally understood what that truly meant.

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He has yet to avenge the blood feud of his parents and relatives, yet he lives a carefree and easy life, which is shameless.

Knowing who the enemy is, yet unable to confront them, is simply because one's cultivation is incomplete, rendering one useless.

Bearing a deep-seated blood feud, yet still yearning for other things, being involuntarily drawn in, forgetting whether one is even worthy of them—this is utterly absurd.

The pain was like a venomous snake, repeatedly biting at his heart. Not only did the wound hurt, but the venom that flowed throughout his body corroded his blood and bone marrow, causing him to bend over suddenly in pain.

My stomach feels uncomfortable, and I feel like vomiting.

Yang Shen covered his face tightly, only to find his palms wet, not with tears, but with cold sweat.

Yichun banged on the door loudly from the outside, but he didn't move.

I keep asking myself: What am I doing? What am I really doing?

For so long, he had no idea what he had done. He practiced martial arts relentlessly for revenge, and he wanted to obtain Zhan Chun for revenge as well. But in his pursuit of revenge, he fell into another trap: he would die, or Yi Chun would die.

With his current abilities, seeking revenge is a joke. Even if he trains his martial arts relentlessly, he won't be able to challenge the Chenzhou Juxia Gang single-handedly until he's around thirty. However, if he joins the powerful Yan Clan, revenge would only be a matter of one or two years.

Which is more important, Yichun or the deep-seated hatred?

He himself was also frightened by the question.

Yichun finally stopped knocking on the door, and it was quiet outside for a very long time.

Deathly silence, as utter as darkness, engulfed him like a tidal wave. In this eerie darkness, it was easy for unpredictable and terrifying thoughts to arise.

Yang Shen raised his hand and grasped his old sword, stroking it repeatedly, as if forcing himself to make a decision.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the window, followed by a loud crash as the reckless girl kicked the wooden window open.

Yichun leaned halfway in, cupped his hand to his mouth, and shouted, "Sheep kidney! Answer me from inside! Don't do anything rash!"

He struck a tinderbox, then stood expressionless by the window, holding a candlestick, and said calmly, "Senior Sister, it's past midnight, and I'm really sleepy."

Yichun leaned against the window frame, scrutinizing him from head to toe, and suddenly whispered, "Yang Shen, I don't want the Zhanchun Sword anymore. Like you said, let's not concern ourselves with Jianlan Manor anymore. There are so many fun things to do outside, why do we have to jump into a fire pit?"

He remained silent for a long time, his head bowed and his lips pursed.

Yichun then asked, "Yang Shen, do you still want to get the Spring-Slaying Sword?"

He shook his head: "No... I just want revenge."

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Then I'll go with you. We'll practice martial arts together and go to the Juxia Gang to avenge your family."

Yang Shen rubbed his temples, suddenly feeling incredibly agitated, as if a huge monster had suddenly sprung up and was tearing him apart.

My body feels like it's being torn apart.

He whispered, "You... you're just going to stay with me like this forever? Be my sister? That's not what I want as a sister."

Yichun bit her lip, looked up at him intently, and said, "Yang Shen, I actually care about you a lot. I'm happy that you said you like me. I just... I don't know yet... but I'll try my best. Soon, if you need an answer, I'll give it to you quickly."

He said softly, "No, I don't want any answer... I'm tired, you can go."

Yichun had no choice but to take two steps back. Seeing that he was about to close the broken window again, she suddenly rushed over and grabbed his hand tightly.

"Sheep kidney, there are many things I can't explain clearly, and I'm not good at comforting people. But my dad said the key to living in this world is to have a clear conscience. I'll support whatever you want to do, because I know you won't do anything bad. Look, even a fool like me is doing just fine, so what are you worried about?"

She grinned, patted his hand twice, and then turned and left.

Because her heart is pure, her actions are unhindered. Her carefree spirit stems from her spontaneity.

Yang Shen managed to piece the cracked window back together, but the night wind seeping through the crack extinguished the candlelight.

He stood there blankly for a moment, then suddenly seemed to realize something and hurriedly pressed his hand to his chest. There lay his purse, and wrapped together with the loose silver coins was a pale red fortune slip.

A fortune reading at Kaifu Temple indicates a very auspicious marriage.