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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 deliver a fatal blow, the cult leader awaited the spectacle, and she struggled to survive in the cracks—she was just a child…

Suddenly, she plopped down on the jade steps.

"What's your name?" she asked innocently.

The boy stared at her.

She fiddled with the snake ring, pretending not to know his murderous intent, a childlike smile playing on her lips, and said:

"My name is Huangfu Yun. From today onwards, I am your master." He casually fastened the snake ring to his wrist with a backhand motion.

The boy was stunned. The snakes, coiled in pairs, should have been tied to his feet, a lifelong source of shame for him. How could she…?

She shook her wrist, and a tinkling sound echoed throughout the hall.

"These snake rings are beautiful, how can I let you have them all by yourself? You get one, I get one, that's fair. From now on, take this as proof, you only have me as your master, and you can ignore anyone else who calls you." She finally made her move and fastened the other snake ring to his left ankle.

He didn't move, still staring at her. Then, she bowed to the cult leader on the throne and said:

"Thank you for bestowing me with this servant, Master. Yun'er will take her leave now." She took a few steps with her hands behind her back, then turned back and scolded, "Hurry up and follow me." After speaking, she walked out the door without looking back.

The boy pursed his lips and staggered to catch up with the small figure. She dragged her feet like a snail, hunched over with her hands behind her back, looking just like a spineless old woman.

How could a member of the Demonic Cult have such a foolish child, actually wearing the symbol of the Heavenly Slave on his wrist?

Listening more closely, he heard her shaking her head and muttering to herself—

"...Shide in Hanshan said: 'If the world slanders me, deceives me, insults me, laughs at me, belittles me, despises me, hates me, and cheats me, how should I deal with it?' Shide said: 'Just endure it, let it be, let it go, avoid it, be patient with it, respect it, and ignore it. Wait a few more years, and you will see...' I endured, I endured, and I endured again... Good for me..."

Prologue: The Second Person

When bad luck strikes, it doesn't matter the season, the place, or the fragile heart of a young girl.

After bathing in the hot spring, she walked back to her courtyard under the moonlight. She was in a rare mood and wanted to recite a poem to the moon when a gleaming sword appeared at her neck without her noticing.

He even accidentally cut off a tuft of her slightly damp long hair.

"Miss, my apologies."

The voice behind me seemed to have been deliberately altered, but it was definitely a man's.

As the night wind blew, she smelled a peculiar sulfurous odor emanating from the man behind her, the same scent that clung to her.

In an instant, a murderous glint flashed in her lowered eyes.

"Did you follow me all the way from Tianbi Cliff, young master?" She lowered her voice and changed her tone.

"...Excuse me, young lady."

The voice carried a hint of apology. This indicated that the person from the Central Plains had indeed come from Tianbi Cliff. Tianbi Cliff had natural hot springs, from which she had just bathed; wasn't she letting him see them for nothing?

Her face twitched, but she endured it, trying her best to hold it in!

She took a deep breath, clearing her mind. A wise person knows when to yield; there aren't many people from the Central Plains who can ascend Tianbi Cliff, and their skills are definitely superior to hers, their movements faster. She was confident that even with four swords on her back, she couldn't defeat a master who could ascend Tianbi Cliff.

Furthermore, she is fourteen this year, but due to overwork, her development should be two or three years later than that of ordinary people. Being seen... is not a big deal. There is a knife above the word "patience," but this knife is not big, and she can endure it.

Thinking of this, she looked up at the sky, imagining the knife overhead that could fall at any moment. Endure!

"Please don't misunderstand, young lady. On my way up to Tianbi Cliff... I was poisoned by the smoke, and my eyesight is poor. I didn't see anything."

"I completely believe you!" she said forcefully. Whether you believe it or not, you have to! "Young master followed my bell down the mountain all the way, it was..." She placed her hands on her back, not daring to make any sudden movements lest she be accidentally killed.

"I only ask that you escort me out of Tianlin."

"No problem!" she said readily. There were no hidden arrows in this forest, and anyone could come and go freely. All the roads led out of the forest, so the person behind her must have been temporarily blind. "Young master, don't worry. The poisonous smoke from Tianbi Cliff will dissipate in the daylight, and your eyesight will be restored after dawn."

"...Yes, thank you, young lady."

"Shall I start walking now?" she asked tentatively.

"please. "

The sword was slowly retracted.

She didn't even turn her head, and strode forward. She was careful, lest she encounter any sudden misfortune, but no matter how hard she listened, she couldn't hear the footsteps following behind her.

"Young master?"

"I am here."

She was terrified. The person was right behind her, yet she couldn't hear a sound. Didn't this prove the newcomer was incredibly skilled? Now she could only hope that his character was as high as his skill, and that he wouldn't use her and then kick her to her death.

There was no turning back. People from the Central Plains valued face; he entered the White Bright Cult under the banner of "eliminating the demonic cult leader," and now he was leaving in defeat… who knew if he would kill her to vent his anger?

"Is the young lady a Heavenly Slave?"

"Oh no!" she exclaimed, shaking the bell in her hand.

"Young master, you've mistaken me. This is just a regular bell. Heavenly Slaves tie it to their feet for men and to their hands for women, but I only have one here. It's a bracelet I bought from the Central Plains." Don't get it wrong. People from the Central Plains look down on Heavenly Slaves. Some Heavenly Slaves who escape back to the Central Plains meet a tragic end. She doesn't want to suffer like that.

The person behind him remained silent.