Zhan Chun - Chapter 66
There is no better breakthrough point than Chenzhou in southern Hunan.
“Miss Ge, you appeared on Doushuai Island to avenge Young Hero Yang’s family. The Juxia Gang has now been completely wiped out, and Young Hero Yang’s deep-seated hatred has finally come to an end. He will surely be gratified if he knows this in the afterlife.”
Yan Yufei's voice was gentle.
Yi Chun stared at him intently, slowly saying each word: "I don't think he'll be pleased, because the Yan Clan is using his blood feud as an excuse to expand their influence! Don't tell me that Yang Shen was killed by Ning Ning and has nothing to do with the Yan Clan. He was forced to his death by you, and even after his death, you still use his background to make a big fuss. If you were him, would you be pleased?"
By destroying the Juxia Gang, we can openly exploit Yang Shen's blood feud in western Hunan to create momentum and establish the Yan Clan's reputation for integrity—look! It was actually the Juxia Gang that drove Yang Shen to his death! They committed heinous crimes, so the Yan Clan acted on behalf of Heaven to eliminate evil. If you, Ge Yichun, still refuse to hand over the Zhanchun Sword, you will be ungrateful and harbor selfish motives.
"Shameless!" For the first time, Yi Chun revealed a look of hatred and contempt in her eyes, meeting his gaze without any attempt to hide it.
Yan Yufei's expression slowly darkened.
He was wrong; his previous assessment of her was incorrect.
She wasn't reckless or difficult to manage; her eyes were too sharp, and common instigation tactics were useless against her. She could see through what was true and what was false at a glance.
Yan Yufei suddenly understood why Uncle Yin wanted to win her over. It would be very troublesome if such a person were to be hostile to the Yan family.
She's an untamed bird; wherever she goes, she infects others.
One who is free from desires is invincible.
“Miss Ge, please be careful what you say,” he said in a low voice, but his tone carried an undisguised murderous intent—she had to be killed, she couldn’t be spared.
However, the whereabouts of the Spring-Slaying Sword are still unknown. If she is killed now, the Xiangxi area will be in even more chaos. The sect leader has already sent many letters criticizing him for not handling the Jianlan Manor matter well.
Using heavy pressure is certainly an option; killing them all would be the best way to silence them.
But doing so would be tantamount to admitting defeat to her and acknowledging that the Yan family is despicable and shameless.
Yi Chun said calmly, "I was just telling the truth. If you kill me, it only proves that you have a guilty conscience and cannot tolerate the truth."
Yan Yufei felt inexplicably irritated. Under the moonlight, her shadow seemed to overlap with someone from many years ago, both possessing an enviable straightforward and unrestrained nature, which would involuntarily draw one's attention.
My uncle lost his life trying to conquer this kind of person.
He couldn't take that step, but she had clearly aroused a strong desire to conquer him, which he couldn't suppress. He wanted to take a gamble with her, to tame the unruly eagle into a canary, and to make her understand her own limitations.
Kill her! His reason warned him.
Yan Yufei flicked his sleeve, and the scalding hot teapot was thrown towards Yi Chun's face, splashing hot water onto her clothes. Along with the hot water, two poisoned silver needles also flew over.
Her waist was slender and supple, and she managed to tumble down, narrowly avoiding the hidden weapon. However, she had no weapon to retaliate. Suddenly, she remembered what Shu Jun had said: anything can be used as a weapon, as long as survival comes first.
Seeing a tree branch not far away, she kicked over the stone table, sending the teacup flying and shattering on the ground, momentarily stopping Yan Yufei.
In that instant, Yichun rolled over, grabbed a tree branch, and stabbed backhand. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck; the dagger was pressed against his neck.
His left wrist pulse point was also touched by a tree branch; if she had been holding a sword, her left hand would have been severed at the wrist.
Suddenly, a group of men in black, who had been hiding in the shadows, rushed forward and surrounded Yichun.
Yan Yufei stared at her for a long time before finally feeling a stinging pain in his wrist, fearing that the bone had been injured.
The pain gradually calmed the inexplicable turmoil in his heart. He took a deep breath, regretting his impulsiveness today. Killing her would be the worst possible course of action; he should spare her life for now.
He tucked the dagger into his sleeve, turned around, and said in a cold voice, "Please take Miss Ge to a guest room and make sure she is treated well."
Chapter Six
Yan Yufei would occasionally recall what Uncle Yin San had said that day: "Extreme strength leads to humiliation."
Anything in excess is bad. Is he currently overthinking something? The Central Plains are vast; there's no need to linger in this narrow area of western Hunan. Even the most famous sword, the Spring-Slaying Sword, cannot rule the martial world.
Thinking about it calmly, even if he leaves this area of western Hunan unattended, who will remember Jianlan Manor in a few decades? Who will remember the Zhanchun Sword?
The Yan Clan has always prioritized stability in its operations, and Yan Yufei was once a master of this, even earning the praise of the Clan Leader.
But he's acting like a naive teenager, stubbornly refusing to leave.
He didn't want to lose, especially not to Ge Yichun.
Subconsciously, he no longer saw her as something as insignificant as dust, easily brushed away. Their paths were completely different, diverging, yet his journey was heavy, while hers was light and carefree.
Perhaps the incident involving his uncle had such a profound impact on him that he still refuses to believe he died at the hands of an unknown person.
He and his uncle both made the same mistake: knowing that they were not on the same page, they still stubbornly believed in their own abilities.
The shame of his uncle's death is something Yan Yufei cannot allow to become like.
Defeating Ge Yichun and conquering her would be like avenging my uncle's humiliation.
Deep in his heart, he had already merged Yichun with the person who killed his uncle into one.
Yan Yufei was well aware that continuing in this situation would not benefit the Yan family. His insistence on staying in Hunan was putting the cart before the horse.
We need to put an end to this.
There was a respectful knock on the door twice, and Mo Yunqing walked in with a sly smile.
This clown-like man even exaggerated his kneeling ceremony more than others, kneeling straight down to him, presenting a stack of documents with both hands, and said: "Young Master, these are the correspondence between the Juxia Gang and others over the past two months. I find the things mentioned in them quite strange, and I dare not make any decisions on my own. Please take a look, Young Master."
Yan Yufei took the letter and flipped through it. The letters were just ordinary official correspondence, and the common point was that they all mentioned giving seven beautiful women from the Western Regions as gifts to the Juxia Gang.
He smiled, casually placed the letter on the table, and said indifferently, "Uncle Yin has taken those women away and settled them in. They should be in your courtyard by now, right?"
Mo Yunqing was overjoyed and said "Young Master is wise" four or five times in a row. His fawning and obsequious expression was unbearable to look at.