Leisurely Young Master

Leisurely Young Master

Yu Qing

As the Left Protector of the Demonic Sect in the eyes of the martial arts world in the Central Plains

And I was also very honored to be regarded as the successor by that mad cult leader...

Uh, to be honest,

She personally prefers to live a solitary and humiliating life alone.

But... sigh, she's always been lucky.

When she was ten years old, the cult leader bestowed upon her a handsome celestial servant.

In order to survive, she and her slave became inseparable and worked together seamlessly from then on.

He promised to follow her for life... What a wonderful lifetime!

At the age of fourteen,

Her beautiful back was silently seen by a guy who couldn't tell east from west.

Ugh... it's just a pretty back, it's nothing, it's nothing.

She's very generous; you don't have to take responsibility.

Little did she know that while she was generous, the other person was stubborn and insisted on making her their sworn sister!

Sworn brothers and sisters? I've heard that the Yun family manor has a notorious habit known throughout the martial arts world...

Ah—a miscalculation! A miscalculation!

Once you touch a celestial being, you'll find yourself amidst boundless spring colors beyond the nine heavens, as alluring as a poisonous poppy.

Can she escape unscathed?

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Prologue – The First Person

A small hand lifted the silk curtain, and she stepped into the dimly lit hall.

It's not that she wanted to say anything, but this perfectly good main hall was made too brightly lit. The rows of candles, guided by a master, created an illusion that the cult leader was actually quite ghostly when the candlelight fell on his throne.

"Yun'er, look what new things I've brought you!" The cult leader waved to her with a smile.

She walked slowly, like an old ox, to the throne, where the cult leader took her small hand.

"What new gadgets has the cult leader brought for Yao'er?" she asked in a flat tone, her eyes and brows revealing no gleam.

"You little brat, you're so young, yet you love to act all mature," the cult leader laughed.

No, it's not that she likes to act mature; her dream is to do what one should do at their age. According to her research, at her age, she should be in her room learning needlework or something similar, not scheming against this cult leader.

Yesterday, she looked in the mirror and discovered a silver strand in her hair. After thinking about it for a long time, she finally realized that it wasn't naturally white, but rather caused by excessive mental strain.

"Look, these are the good things I brought back for you." The cult leader was looking forward to her reaction.

Below the jade steps, a young man in white was kneeling on the ground in a disheveled state.

As soon as she entered the hall, she saw it, but ignoring it was the best way to save her life.

"Who is the cult leader?" she asked cooperatively.

"A righteous person, overestimating his abilities, has intruded into the White Bright Cult, attempting to assassinate me. Such an act is a death sentence, but I, in a moment of compassion, have granted him the title of Heavenly Slave within the cult. Yun'er, you don't have any Heavenly Slaves under your command yet, do you?"

"Yun'er is too young, she doesn't need it yet."

The cult leader smiled mysteriously: "Yun'er lost her parents at a young age and had no one to teach her many things, but you will face some things sooner or later. I think this young man is quite handsome and has a decent physique, so you can take him and use him."

Take it and use it... Based on her sudden realization, she was certain that she was ten years old this year and there were many things she didn't need, so there was no need to force it on her.

"Guards, bestow the ring upon him!"

A long box was handed to her, with a red silk base and golden double rings fastened on top.

The rings were engraved with snake patterns and had specially made bells attached. They were fastened to the ankles and always jingled. In the White Ming Cult, one often heard the jingling sound of the Heavenly Slaves walking around. It was indeed pleasant to the ear, but when it came to oneself, it was quite troublesome.

She was forced to take the glittering double rings and laughed crisply:

"Thank you for bestowing the ring upon me, Master."

"What I bestow upon you is a snake ring, which suits the Huangfu family's style perfectly. There is only one pair in the entire sect. Now, put it on him." A smile concealing a thorn, a smile hiding a knife—the sect leader laughed with great pleasure.

"Yes." Tong Yan smiled and cooperated perfectly.

She leisurely walked up the jade steps and looked down at the white-clad youth who was forced to kneel on the ground.

The young man was covered in blood and had a slightly dirty face, but that did not diminish his outstanding handsome appearance. He was probably a young master from a respected righteous family who wanted to make a name for himself, so he dared to break into the White Ming Cult, but he did not expect to end up like this.

She tilted her head to examine the boy's figure.

The collarbone was not pierced, and the hands were only bound with thick ropes. There were already deep bloodstains on the wrists, indicating that the person had been struggling for a long time, and further suggesting that the thick ropes would break soon.

He seemed to have struck her pressure points, but her kneeling legs twitched. If she got close to him, he would kick her with seventy percent of his strength, and this helpless little girl would either die or be seriously injured.

She glanced again at the boy's vicious glare—he wanted to devour her, he wanted to destroy her with him, he thought, how could a little child like her possibly withstand a single blow from him?

Once the Heavenly Slave Ring is fastened, there is no escape for life. Even if one returns to the righteous path, one will be ridiculed. No wonder this proud young man would rather become a hero eighteen years later than become a Heavenly Slave under her command.

The hostility was palpable; his strength and her weakness were obvious; and the cult leader's watchful gaze was equally evident. Caught between a rock and a hard place, the boy waited to deli

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