Double Box Record

Chapitre 32

Uncle Yin lowered his hands and said yes.

Yan Yufei kicked the giant and laughed, "Get up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant slowly stood up from the ground, his eyes still rolling back and white foam still dripping from his mouth. He was clearly unconscious, yet he could walk, move, and understand what was being said.

He followed closely behind Yan Yufei, slowly walking out of the cherry blossom grove.

Chapter Nineteen

As Yang Shen was leaving that day, he gave a word of advice: "Yan Yufei is cunning and suspicious. He is very suspicious of gains and losses. Since our attempt to win him over has failed, he will surely find a way to get rid of us. Be careful in the future."

Yichun frowned: "Yang Shen, tell me... should I not have embarrassed him in front of him?"

He smiled and said, "The saying goes, 'If you're not friends, you're enemies.' Whether you embarrass him or not, as long as you're unwilling to be drawn into his camp, he'll come after you sooner or later."

At this point, his smile faded: "He set a trap, luring us in, leaving us with no choice but to go in."

He had often heard people say that the second young master of the Yan family was very capable, and he had thought that this person was only a few years older than them, and the rumors might not be true. But after getting to know him this time, he realized that the rumors were not exaggerated at all.

So-called chivalrous spirit and loyalty among friends are nothing more than tools to be used. Everyone is a pawn; those who are useful are kept, and those who cannot are eliminated as quickly as possible.

In this world of martial arts, friendship means nothing.

The two remained silent all the way back to Tanzhou City, where they found an inn to stay in and waited for Young Master Yan's revenge to settle the score.

Who knew that this wait would last for ten days to half a month, but instead of the assassin, they met Ningning.

She arrived at midnight, when the moon hung in the sky like a silver plate.

Yang Shen was fast asleep, having a sweet dream. A slight smile played on his lips, adding a touch of innocence and straightforwardness to his otherwise wicked face.

I felt a pair of soft, smooth hands touching me, stroking my cheeks again and again, like a gentle spring breeze.

The spring breeze, as it blows, goes where it shouldn't, blowing open his thin shirt, and then down, down even further.

He grabbed those hands and twisted them around, immediately eliciting a soft, delicate cry. Opening his eyes, he was met with Ningning's beautiful yet pitiful face. Her eyes were like water as she looked at him softly, calling out, "Young Master Yang, you're hurting me."

Yang Shen's face turned ashen. He grabbed her clothes, intending to throw them away. But the clothes were as thin as cicada wings. Perhaps intentionally, or perhaps unintentionally, the ties were loose, and with a pull, they tore open completely. The thin garment then slid lightly down her bare skin to the ground.

She wasn't wearing anything underneath, lying naked on top of him, her body pressed against his sensitive spots, almost imperceptibly.

His body tensed up instantly. He couldn't find a place to start; she wasn't wearing any clothes, and touching her anywhere would be awkward.

His voice suppressed anger: "Shameless! You're serving Yan Yufei again now?!"

Ningning gently blew a breath into his ear and said softly, "Young Master Yang is heartless, leaving me alone in that tiger's den. What can a weak woman like me do?"

He didn't speak or react at all.

Ningning gently stroked his hair, her voice slow and soft, full of allure: "Young Master Yang, what do you think of me? Am I a thousand times better than your slovenly senior sister? You're still young and haven't seen many women, so you treat your senior sister like a treasure. Once you've seen a real beauty, you'll know she's not even worth mentioning."

He closed his eyes, having regained his composure: "...In my heart, no beauty can compare to her."

He no longer cared about the boundaries between men and women, grabbed her bare arm, and threw her heavily to the ground.

Ningning cried out in pain again, and another piece of clothing was thrown at her. His voice was icy: "Shameless! Put your clothes on!"

She gently bit her lip, her expression aggrieved, as if she were about to cry, or perhaps depressed from a wounded pride. It was hard to tell whether it was genuine or not.

She clutched the coat, but didn't wear it. Naked, she knelt on the ground, looking up at him. Moonlight, like a silver veil, draped over the young girl's bare skin, revealing her curves and alluring figure.

Yang Shen turned his head away from looking and said coldly, "Yan Yufei would also use such a despicable tactic?"

Seeing that he remained unmoved, Ningning had no choice but to put on her outer robe and whisper, "Young Master Yang, you are a smart man and know that there is no good end to going against the Yan Clan. You and your senior sister are just inexperienced juniors, and Jianlan Manor is not a martial arts master. In other words, you have no background whatsoever."

Seeing that Yang Shen remained silent, she assumed she had persuaded him and was overjoyed. She continued, "Even if you don't say it, I know why the master of Jianlan Manor sent the two of you down the mountain for training. Young Master Yan has been in contact with the young master and learned that you two must decide who will inherit Zhanchun within a year. Your master also showed that brocade pouch to you alone. Am I right?"

"Young Master...you mean Mo Yunqing?" Yang Shen finally exclaimed, "He's been in contact with Yan Yufei?!"

Ningning smiled slightly: "Young Master is pragmatic and knows who the strong are. Does Young Master Yang also understand that those who are pragmatic are the heroes?"

Yang Shen did not answer.

Before he went down the mountain, his master called him aside and, without saying anything, handed him the brocade pouch left by his great-grandfather.

Inside the brocade pouch was a note with only one line: "Disciples fight each other; the winner lives and inherits the Spring-Slaying Technique, the loser dies."

Only one of him and Yichun can live to inherit Zhanchun's legacy.

His master's expression was also grim. After a long pause, he told him: "Yang Shen, your senior sister is exceptionally skilled and will surely achieve great things in the future. If you fail in one strike, you will die. If you cannot succeed openly, you must focus on stealth attacks."

He suddenly understood why his master had taken in so many disciples, why so many disciples had run away from the mountain, why he had brought Wenjing up the mountain to sever Yichun's feelings, and why he had ignored his own son but focused solely on teaching the two of them.

It turns out it was because of this brocade pouch.

Because Yichun is destined to inherit Zhanchun's legacy, he might die in the struggle. Since he already knew the contents of the brocade pouch, he couldn't allow his son, Moyunqing, to be caught in a vicious cycle of slaughter.

Yang Shen felt a chill run down his spine that day.

His master patted him on the shoulder and sighed: "Yang Shen, I know you are burdened with a blood feud. The Spring-Slaying Sword and the Jianlan Manor can lend you a helping hand."

The implication was that once he obtained Zhan Chun, he could use the manor's power to seek revenge against the Chenzhou Juxia Gang.

Ningning spoke softly: "I also know that Young Master Yang has not yet avenged his great grudge. He is only waiting for the day when he is strong enough to make his enemies pay for their blood debts. Does Young Master Yang think it is better to roam the martial world with your senior sister and fight to the death in the end, or to choose a good tree to perch on and find a powerful background to rely on?"

Without waiting for his reply, she covered her mouth and giggled twice: "Although Ningning's cultivation is not high, she can still see that Young Master Yang seems to be slightly inferior to your senior sister. Can he really beat her?"

Yang Shen frowned, as if a murderous aura was about to burst forth.