Capítulo 257

"Did you hear what we just said?" Jian Mengchen's lips curled into a slight smile, but it was unclear what she was laughing about.

"You used to have a good relationship with your cousin Zhuo Xinyan, but now you seem to dislike her. Is it because your sweetheart is attracted to her beauty and doesn't even glance at you?" Zhang Yun's smile remained unchanged, but his words seemed to have a hidden meaning.

"Zhang Yun, what do you mean?" Jian Mengchen was slightly startled, thinking to herself that Zhang Yun was indeed no simple man.

"If Zhuo Xinyan leaves the Sword Manor, will you be happy?" Zhang Yun turned his gaze to Jian Mengchen's eyes and stared intently.

"I……"

For a moment, Jian Mengchen was truly stunned by Zhang Yun's question and didn't know how to answer.

After all, Zhuo Xinyan was her close cousin.

When Zhuo Xinyan was introduced to the Sword Mansion, it was entirely out of good intentions.

On the other hand, Zhuo Xinyan's performance disappointed her greatly.

"Zhang Yun, this is the Sword Manor. Watch your tone!"

Jian Mengchen then realized that this was the Jian Manor, and Zhang Yun was at most a guest of the Jian Manor, yet he dared to be so aggressive in front of her.

"If I told you I had a way to get Zhuo Xinyan to leave the Sword Mansion and at the same time have a good future, would you be willing?"

Seemingly oblivious to the coldness in Jian Mengchen's words, Zhang Yun continued to smile, which piqued Jian Mengchen's interest.

How do I know if you're lying to me?

Jian Mengchen naturally couldn't easily believe the words of Zhang Yun, who was still a stranger.

"You'll find out whether it's true or not in the future. You just need to cooperate with me when necessary, which won't do you any harm."

"You better not lie to me. Offending me, Jian Mengchen, will not end well."

After careful consideration, Jian Mengchen realized that Zhang Yun's words made sense, so she nodded in agreement, while naturally remaining wary of Zhang Yun.

A faint smile appeared on Zhang Yun's lips. In a flash, he disappeared from the spot, vanishing completely, which startled even a proud young woman like Jian Mengchen.

"Such fast movement!"

"Xinyan, I know it's you."

Just as Jian Mengchen had seen, Zhang Yun moved with incredible speed, catching up with Zhuo Xinyan in the blink of an eye.

"So what if it's me, Zhang Yun? What does it have to do with you?"

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Chapter 188 Following You?

"So what if it's me, Zhang Yun? What does it have to do with you?"

Slowly turning around, Zhuo Xinyan's beautiful eyes were cold and clear as she stared directly at the white-clad youth in front of her, seemingly without any emotion.

"Xinyan, don't misunderstand, I didn't mean to make fun of you."

Zhang Yun walked over to Zhuo Xinyan and, seeing her somewhat disheveled appearance, felt a pang of heartache for some reason.

"Hehe." Zhuo Xinyan smiled, but her beautiful eyes held a hint of sadness: "Young Master Zhang is now a distinguished guest of the Sword Immortal Mansion, while I am just a lowly maid of the Sword Immortal Mansion. What right do I have to be ridiculed by Young Master Zhang?"

“Xinyan, I know you haven’t changed, because I can feel that beneath your appearance, there is an unwavering determination to become stronger.”

Zhang Yun stared at Zhuo Xinyan, but Zhuo Xinyan shook her head and said, "Yes, I want to become stronger, otherwise I wouldn't have joined the Sword Mansion. However, we are no longer from the same world. From now on, you will walk your broad road, and I will walk my narrow bridge."

"Entering the Sword Immortal's Mansion can make you stronger, but the key is to be valued."

Seemingly ignoring Zhuo Xinyan's seemingly aloof words, Zhang Yun said, "However, it's clear to everyone that you're not valued by the Sword Immortal's Mansion. Instead, you're only fit to be a lowly maid. Even becoming an outer disciple of the Sword Immortal's Mansion is a distant dream."

"I'll only ask you one question: Is this the situation you want?"

Zhang Yun knew that Zhuo Xinyan's initial intention in joining the Sword Palace was naturally to further improve her swordsmanship.

However, reality is cruel.

The Sword Immortal's Mansion is never short of sword geniuses.

Although Zhuo Xinyan's swordsmanship talent was extremely dazzling in the Yunwu Sect, in the vast Sword Immortal Mansion, apart from her beauty, everything else was so obscure.

"I believe that with my efforts, the Sword Immortal Mansion will definitely discover my outstanding qualities."

Zhang Yun's words were both a blow and a driving force for Zhuo Xinyan.

No one can shake her determination to become stronger.

Once you give up on this path, what difference is there between you and a walking corpse?

"I admit that in the Holy Domain, the Sword Immortal represents the pinnacle of swordsmanship. It would be ideal for a sword cultivator to become his disciple."

Zhang Yun said seriously, "However, as I just said, if you want to get in touch with the core of the Sword Immortal Mansion's sword cultivation method, you must be valued. In the Sword Immortal Mansion, where sword geniuses gather, you have not been valued. It is basically impossible for the Sword Immortal to notice you."

“But I know that even though there are many sword geniuses in the Sword Immortal Mansion, your sword talent is no worse than theirs, and may even be better. It’s just that you haven’t found your mentor in the Sword Immortal Mansion.”

Zhuo Xinyan's beautiful eyes flashed, and she looked up at Zhang Yun for a long time before laughing and saying, "Zhang Yun, are you trying to say that you are my mentor?"

“You could say that.” Zhang Yun did not avoid Zhuo Xinyan’s gaze.

"Zhang Yun, I know myself best, you don't need to comfort me." Zhuo Xinyan sighed, her voice tinged with reluctance: "You should go."

"If I told you that I could help you reach the level of a sword immortal, or even surpass that level, would you believe me or not?"

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