Leisurely Young Master

Chapter 3

She crossed her arms and pondered for a while, then touched her long hair, which had been dried by the night wind. Just as she was about to go back to the garden to catch up on her sleep, she saw Tiannu, whom she had taken in four years ago, standing behind her.

Jiao Mengbuli, only showing up now… She didn’t even ask where he was hiding, just smiled:

"I'm going back." I walked past him and headed back.

"Young lady, he is a gentleman and would not harm anyone without reason," her servant said.

"Really?" She was curious whether Tiannu, who had followed her for four years, would still hide and refuse to show himself if that expert from the Central Plains made a move. But she thought it was better not to know the outcome.

The outcome is often hurtful. In this world, even the closest people cannot be trusted or relied upon casually.

Relying on yourself is the true way to survive.

She strolled along, and he followed behind, as always. The bells on their celestial bells jingled... "Jingle bell, jingle bell," ringing continuously in each other's lives.

Chapter 1

A person's greatest virtue is self-awareness, for only then can one live to seventy or eighty. This has always been Wang Yun's rule of survival.

The surname Wang is common, and Yun means great waves on the river. A name is a gift from one's parents, but it may not be suitable for one's children. She is the most typical example of this.

She admitted that she was not smart enough, not imposing enough, lacked the aptitude for martial arts, and was too timid, but she just happened to come from the White Ming Cult, which everyone hated.

Fortunately, so far, her life has been relatively uneventful... occasionally there are small waves... no, she must admit, there have been a few big waves, but she has managed to get through them all thanks to God's blindness. She thinks that she is twenty years old this year, and given her talent, she has been quite lucky to have lived this long, and she should be able to continue to do so.

As long as she doesn't walk right into a trap, or get so bored as to venture deep into an enemy camp called the Central Plains Martial Arts World...

The martial arts world of the Central Plains... so this is how prosperous it is, and how much fuss it causes. Jiao Mengbuli, only showing up now... She didn't even ask where he was hiding, but simply smiled:

"I'm going back." I walked past him and headed back.

"Young lady, he is a gentleman and would not hurt someone without reason," her servant said.

"Is that so?" She was curious whether Tiannu, who had followed her for four years, would still hide and refuse to show himself if that expert from the Central Plains made a move. But she thought it was better not to know the outcome.

The outcome is often hurtful. In this world, even the closest people are not people you can easily trust and rely on.

Relying on yourself is the true way to survive.

She strolled along, and he followed behind, as always. Their tinkling bells jingled... tinkling, tinkling, ringing in each other's lives.

A person's greatest virtue is self-awareness, for only then can one live to seventy or eighty. This has always been Wang Qian's rule of life.

The surname Wang is common, and the character "湩" (qiān) represents the great waves on the river. A name is a gift from one's parents, but it may not be suitable for one's children. She is the most typical example of this.

She admitted that she was not smart enough, not imposing enough, lacked the aptitude for martial arts, and was too timid, but she happened to come from the White Ming Cult, which everyone hated.

Fortunately, so far, her life has been relatively smooth sailing... with only occasional minor waves... no, she must admit there have been a few major waves, but she has managed to get through them all thanks to a stroke of luck. She thinks that she is twenty years old this year, and given her talent, she has been quite lucky to have lived this long, and she should be able to continue doing so.

As long as she doesn't walk right into a trap, or get so bored as to venture deep into an enemy camp called the Central Plains Martial Arts World...

Ah, the martial arts world of the Central Plains... so this is what it's like, so full of wonders and surprises.

She turned to look at the young man behind her and asked in a very kind and friendly manner:

"Why are they watching you?"

The young man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, strong and muscular, with handsome features, a wild and imposing presence, honey-colored skin, and long hair cascading over his shoulders. He wore heavy makeup as alluring as she did, and a striking snake mark was branded on his cheek.

He didn't look at me and replied, "They're looking at you and me."

She was somewhat dissatisfied with the answer and continued to stroll leisurely through the enemy camp streets with her hands behind her back.

The bells on her wrists jingled in harmony with the bells on his ankles, creating a pleasant, melodious sound. However, these people from the Central Plains, oblivious to the value of the bells, stared at them with fierce expressions.

"They look at us because...we are God's slaves?"

"The girl is clever."

"Do people in the Central Plains all know that the sound of bells and the snake mark are symbols of the Heavenly Slave?" she asked tentatively.

"The young lady is exceptionally intelligent."

She thought for a moment, paused, circled behind him, and said:

"I'm timid by nature and can't bear these stares. You go first."

The young man's face trembled, and he echoed:

"The young lady is a bit timid." He then strode away, his head held high.

She leisurely followed behind. In any case, his tall and strong physique was enough to conceal the hostile gaze from others.

"Alas, knowing there are tigers in the mountains, I still venture into the tiger's den. What can I do? You must save my life. I still want the green hills to remain and the green waters to flow forever." She sighed.

"Of course, young lady." Without turning his head, he added, "You can just say you wish to live to be a hundred years old."

"Yes, I want to live to be a hundred and die peacefully. You must lead by example and stand in front of me if a knife comes at me."

"..." He didn't want to correct him anymore, so he simply kept quiet.

The two walked for a while and arrived at a large manor in mourning. The manor was inscribed with the three characters "Tianhe Manor". White lanterns hung on both sides of the gate. Martial arts practitioners who came to pay their respects came in an endless stream. At this moment, they all stopped and stared at them in astonishment. Some of the martial arts practitioners even instinctively gripped their sword hilts, their disgust obvious.

Upon seeing them, the servants, dressed in mourning clothes, rushed inside and shouted:

"Heavenly Slave! It's Heavenly Slave! Young Master, this is terrible! The Demonic Cult's Heavenly Slave has arrived!"

Is it really necessary to make such a fuss? She touched the snake mark on her cheek, then looked down at her bright red men's clothing. Although she was wearing a Central Plains men's shirt, her long hair was tied up with the hair ornaments of a Central Plains woman, making her clearly a girl.

To avoid unnecessary conflict, she adapted to local customs, and her advocacy for peace and bloodshed was evident in her. The people of Tianhezhuang should not resort to knives or guns.

As she was pondering, a young man rushed out of Tianhe Manor. He glanced at the entrance, paused for a moment, then quickly regained his composure, stepped forward, clasped his hands in a polite greeting, and said:

"I am He Ronghua, the owner of Tianhe Manor. May I ask what brings you two to Tianhe Manor?"

She glanced at He Zai, but he remained silent. She could only return the greeting:

"My name is Wang Qian. Who is he? We were just passing through this place when we heard that the highly respected elder of the Central Plains, Master He, had passed away. We have come here to pay our respects."

He Ronghua nodded, her expression softening, and said softly, "I see..."

"Young Master, they are Heavenly Slaves, who have disgraced the Central Plains martial arts world. If we let them in to worship, the old Master will surely lose face," a martial arts figure stepped forward and said, his words revealing disdain.

He Ronghua looked troubled, hesitated for a moment, and then said regretfully:

"Miss Wang, I appreciate your kind intentions, but it's not convenient right now..."

"Young Master, why be so polite to them? They're Heavenly Slaves!" the Jianghu man sneered. "Everyone knows that the Heavenly Slaves of the Demonic Sect are the defeated dogs of the Central Plains. As their defeated foes, they should have committed suicide to atone for their sins. How dare they try to make a living under their feet? Such people entering Tianhe Manor will only tarnish the old Master's reputation!"

He Ronghua frowned, her face turning slightly pale.

Wang Qie didn't mind and said, "If it's inconvenient for you, Master, we won't insist. We'll take our leave now."

He Ronghua lowered her eyes and remained silent.

"Wait a moment, young lady." He Zai, with her long, flowing hair, finally spoke, saying calmly, "It is said that Master He promised before his death that all his sixty years of experience in the martial world, right or wrong, would be compiled into a book of grandmasters, kept at the Yun Family Manor, open to all, to prevent future generations from making the same mistakes. Such an act truly earns our admiration. Surely Master He's spirit in heaven wouldn't mind a servant like myself coming to pay my respects?"

He Ronghua suddenly looked up and stared intently at him.

"You're right. My late father would never have cared about your status. If he were still alive, he would have personally welcomed you in! Someone, go and make preparations. Don't underestimate these two friends."

"Young Master, you..." The martial artist was displeased.

"Brother Shaode, Young Master Xianyun is about to arrive. If he thinks that Tianhezhuang is too stingy and makes a fuss about it, I will have no face to face my late father."

Gu Shaode's expression changed, and he said, "At least, given their status, they shouldn't be entering through the main gate."

He Ronghua paused, glanced at He Zai, and said in a low voice, "My two friends, this..."

"It's alright," Wang Qian smiled slightly. "Both the main gate and the side gate are doors; whatever is convenient for you, young master."

So, she and He Zai walked around the half-open main door and, under everyone's watchful eyes, entered through the small side door. This inconspicuous little side door is probably only used by her and He Zai to this day.

"Please." He Ronghua waited behind the door, her tone soft.

She returned the greeting and glanced at He Zai.

He received her gaze, and with perfect understanding, stepped in front of her and followed He Ronghua into the hall.

With each step she took, she noticed that everyone was watching her intently as if she were facing a formidable enemy.

She didn't stop, following closely behind He Zai, lest she accidentally get separated and be killed. After all, she was a cat with nine lives; she had to be careful to keep her alive.

She tilted her head, scrutinizing He Ronghua's back. He was clearly a young man from a very prestigious and upright family; his eyes held no wickedness. While not as tall and robust as He Zai, his gait was very confident and imposing, quite like that of a wealthy landowner. But there was one thing to note…

It was really, really bad, so bad that she suspected He Ronghua had a congenital illness.

What's wrong with this guy surnamed He's fingers? They're shaking!

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A light drizzle began to fall after she entered the mourning hall.

After she offered incense and made a sincere prayer, she played with the jade flute she kept close to her body, waiting for He Zai, who was there to pay his respects to the remains, to come out.

"Witch!" someone muttered, but clearly.

She remained unmoved, ignored everything, maintained her smile, and remained safe and sound.

"Shameless!"

She was not a shameless person. She wouldn't be so bored as to take such insults upon herself, so she turned her back to him, but the person followed her around to her again.

She slowly raised her head, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said in surprise:

"So it's Young Master Gu. I was just wondering if I'd had a chance to talk to you."

Gu Shaode was taken aback, and swallowed back the insult that was about to come out of his mouth.

"...Did you need something from me?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yes." Her beautiful face shone brightly, clearly showing admiration. "I heard that those who came to pay their respects to the old lord were all renowned figures in the Central Plains. Among them, only the young hero was not yet thirty. The young hero is so young, yet has such a dignified appearance and walks with such confidence. I dare to guess that the young hero has become famous at a young age and is now a very important person."

Gu Shaode was taken aback upon hearing this, covered his mouth and coughed, a little embarrassed, and said:

"You flatter me, young lady. Gu Shaode only occupies a few pages in the chivalrous book; he's nothing, nothing at all..." Seeing her puzzled look, he asked in surprise, "Young lady, you don't know the Yun Family Manor?"

"...Is Yun Family Manor very famous?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Shaode scrutinized her even more closely. "Young lady, aren't you a former slave from the Central Plains?"

She smiled and shook her head. "This is my first time in the Central Plains."

"I see, I misunderstood." His tone became more gentle. Most of the Heavenly Slaves of the Demonic Cult were former humiliations of the Central Plains, but a small number were poor local residents who, due to their difficult lives, willingly joined the cult as slaves.

Seeing that she was a pitiful person suffering from the hardships of life, Gu Shaode immediately abandoned his previous contempt and explained: