Double Box Record

Chapitre 53

Yichun said in a low voice, "None of us intend to inherit the Zhanchun Sword, and Yang Shen has his own decision, which I will not interfere with."

The man laughed: "Not afraid of death?"

Yi Chun suddenly felt a chill on her arm; half of her sleeve had torn off and fallen to the ground. A dull ache throbbed in her wrist; she must have been injured. Warm blood trickled down her palm. Before she could react, a cold iron sword was pointed at the back of her neck.

As expected of Uncle Yin, who was specifically tasked with protecting the second young master of the Yan family, his skills were truly remarkable. Yi Chun knew she was no match for him, and couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.

"I can cut off your hands and feet, making you a cripple for life, or I can kill you instantly with a sword through your heart. Although I, the young master, am unwilling to get entangled with two junior martial artists, I don't care about such things. I've come to you today as a final ultimatum. If you still don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for being merciless with my sword."

Yichun looked at the few pedestrians around him and said, "Are you going to kill someone in public?"

Uncle Yin was speechless. He pushed the sword forward a little, and she immediately felt a sharp pain in her neck.

"Come with me, and don't speak!" he hissed, half-coercing and half-pushing as he led her away.

They hadn't gone half a mile when they came to a clearing in the forest, where few people were around. Yi Chun was pushed and stumbled, barely managing to regain her balance. Just then, she heard Uncle Yin say from the other side, "Draw your sword. I'll test your martial arts."

She was baffled: "You brought me out here just to have a competition?"

Uncle Yin lowered his straw hat, his voice even colder: "Draw your sword if you don't want to die."

Yichun had no choice but to draw her sword from her back. She had come out to have fun today and never expected to get into a fight here. Her silk skirt, satin shoes, and beaded hair ornaments clearly indicated that she was "not suited for fighting."

But the enemy would never consider her attire. In the blink of an eye, the iron sword was already in front of her, and she had no choice but to catch it.

Both of them moved quickly and accurately, their swords flashing in the air like countless silver dragons, occasionally colliding with each other with a piercing metallic scraping sound.

After a while, Yichun couldn't stand it anymore. Her clothes and shoes were getting in the way, like they were tied with several ropes.

Suddenly, the shuriken was struck by a powerful force, flew out of his hand, and flew a long distance. Yichun stood there panting, feeling more tired than if he had practiced swordplay ten times a day.

Uncle Yin smiled slightly and asked her, "How was it?"

She frowned: "What do you mean, 'how about'? If you're going to compare who wins and who loses, you win."

Uncle Yin sheathed his sword, put his hands behind his back, and said in a low voice, "I have been wandering the martial world for decades and I believe I have a good eye for people. Your talent is several times higher than that boy surnamed Yang. With careful guidance, you will surely shine in time. Unfortunately, the young master ignores this gem and insists on winning over a fish-eye. That boy surnamed Yang carries a deep-seated blood feud. For the time being, we can use this to keep him by our side, but in the long run, he will become twisted. His cleverness will only make him more troublesome. These people with great grudges are all dangerous. We cannot let them stay by the young master's side. To tell you the truth, I have my eye on you. I entrust Zhan Chun to you to inherit. I believe that this will not disgrace the former prestige of Jianlan Manor."

Seeing that Yichun remained silent for a long time, he turned to look at her and said, "You are still young and don't understand many things. In the martial world, there is no distinction between justice and evil; it's just a matter of dividing up interests. Those who share your stance are good people, and those who disagree are bad people. Today, your Jianlan Manor has been swallowed up by the Yan Clan. How could you have known which sects Jianlan Manor had swallowed up in the past? Power in the Xiangxi area can't be acquired so easily; there will inevitably be bloodshed. You are new to the martial world, like a bird that has just flown out of its nest. If you don't find a big tree to shelter from the wind and rain, you will only face death in the future."

Yichun looked at him quietly, then suddenly asked, "What do you mean by telling me all this? What are you trying to persuade me of?"

Uncle Yin was taken aback, probably not expecting that even after he had explained himself to this extent, she still hadn't understood. However, upon thinking that her slowness meant she wasn't the type to cause trouble, and that it would be convenient for her to be placed under his command in the future, he couldn't help but feel pleased.

"What I'm trying to say is—if you inherit the Spring-Slaying Sword and find the Yan Clan as your backing, with your talent, you will surely shine brightly in the martial world in the future."

Now that I've put it this way, she should understand, right?

Yi Chun turned her head away: "I'm not interested. It has nothing to do with the good or bad people you mentioned. Yan Men and I are not on the same path, it's that simple."

Uncle Yin's face darkened: "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

Yi Chun said calmly, "I know many people are like this. If others don't listen to them, they will try every means to force them to listen. I hate that the most."

She was surprisingly quick-witted; he had originally thought she was just a reckless and slow-witted little girl.

He had heard those words from someone else before.

At that time, the second young master was still very young and didn't bother anyone, only liking to follow his uncle Yan Qingchuan. He was an exceptionally talented person, and the sect leader also doted on this younger brother. Because he liked to make friends with heroes of the martial arts world, he even spent a lot of money to buy a villa in the west of the city, allowing Yan Qingchuan to recruit talents.

That year, Uncle Yin was sent to the other courtyard to take care of the second young master. When he passed by the flower corridor, he heard the two talking. They were probably arguing. Yan Qingchuan only said, "You insist on leaving. Have you really thought about the pros and cons?" His tone was somewhat sinister, and anyone could hear the threat in it.

The person opposite him chuckled and said frankly, "Many people like to force others to obey them. Unfortunately, I hate that the most."

The conversation ended unhappily. If the sect leader were to follow his methods, even if he let him go in person, he would surely secretly send someone to eliminate this major threat later. However, Yan Qingchuan was extremely arrogant and refused to let go.

The best hunters always hope to tame the most unruly eagle.

But he failed to tame it and was instead killed by the eagle with a sword through his heart.

Uncle Yin later realized that the most satisfying way to deal with such an arrogant person was to cut off his wings, dull his brilliance, and make him unable to be proud anymore.

The girl in front of me seems to have a somewhat unruly side; it would be best to get rid of her now.

Uncle Yin gripped his sword, a murderous aura slowly spreading from his heart, his eyes tinged with a bloodthirsty red.

With a "bang," a missile shot out from afar, its blue smoke rising high into the air.

It's a signal; Ningning has succeeded.

Uncle Yin's expression softened, and he removed his hand from his sword, saying calmly, "Once the matter is settled, you will come with me."

Yichun was about to speak when she was struck hard on the back of the head and immediately collapsed to the ground.

To tame such a person, you must tie her arms and legs, cut off all her hopes, and make her understand her own limitations.

Uncle Yin picked her up and turned to walk out of the woods.

In her drowsy state, Yichun seemed to see Yang Shen, who waved the fortune slip in his hand and told her with a smile: Yichun, I also have a very good fortune slip.

Overjoyed, she blurted out, "Lamb kidneys, I know, I actually like them too..."

Before she could finish speaking, she awoke with a start. Looking around, she realized she was in a guest room at an inn, lying on the bed with her sword on the bedside table.

Yichun grabbed his sword and jumped off the bed. He looked around warily to make sure no one was in the room. Just as he was about to open the door a crack to observe the situation, he suddenly heard a low-pitched argument coming from outside.

"I told you to capture him and take him hostage, not to actually kill him! How are you going to explain this if the young master asks?!"

It was Uncle Yin's voice.