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He slowly raised his eyes, smiled slowly, and spoke slowly:

"Wu Bo, you have always been smart. The Gongsun family has no other branches, so there will be no cousins or other relatives. I have never acknowledged any relatives outside of our family. Now that we have become sworn siblings, you should be prepared."

"Dreams reflect people's truest desires. How would I know who I'll dream about tonight? How about this, I'll tell you when I wake up tomorrow. Goodnight, my sworn brother." She closed the door with a smile in front of him.

As soon as the door closed, she really wanted to laugh out loud, but she held it in.

The room was still pitch black. She pulled down her belt, took off all her clothes, leaving only her undergarments. She thought for a moment, then went to the wardrobe, stared at the new white dress for a long time, and stroked the long, floor-length belt.

She took a deep breath, deftly cut off a piece of her belt, tossed it aside casually, and jumped into bed.

Okay, she's never had a wet dream, but now she'd like to see how wet dreams come about.

She glanced at the door.

There was a figure outside the door.

For some reason, she felt at ease, but at the same time, the aphrodisiac began to take effect. She felt dizzy, her vision blurred, and a surge of heat entered her body...

Come on! She really wanted to know who the man in her dream was.

Chapter 7

For some reason, she felt at ease, but at the same time, the aphrodisiac began to take effect. She felt dizzy, her vision blurred, and a surge of heat entered her body...

Come on! She really wanted to know who the man in her dream was.

...He seems to be lost.

Gongsun Yun, who had just turned twenty, frowned as he scanned the scene before him, which was being seen for the third time.

The natural hot spring is surrounded by black jade stones, forming a semi-artificial bath. Colorful gauze flutters around the house, and there are no roof tiles on the roof, so you can enjoy the stars at any time. The person who built this open-air bath really knows how to enjoy life.

This time, he was too lazy to turn around and go out again. He went straight to the back of the house, lifted the gauze curtain, and found a small dressing room. Behind the dressing room was a quiet little bedroom.

Tianbi Cliff is a steep cliff, too high for ordinary people to climb with their light-footed skills. If you come from the other side, you will encounter poisonous smoke and formations. Without a map to break through, how can you get up there?

He had assumed such an elaborate design must conceal a vast secret, such as unteachable slaves or a book of slaves, but it turned out to be just a bathhouse.

He sighed inwardly. He was entrusted by the old master of Tianhe Manor with the difficult task of infiltrating the Baiming Cult to find He Yuehua… and this search would absolutely have to be done stealthily. This was a difficult task; who told Yun Family Manor to remain neutral, who told him to accept the title of "Young Master" at only thirteen, who told him to possess such extraordinary martial arts skills, and who told him to be only twenty this year, a junior…

What's the use of being taller? He always needs one of the numbered princes to accompany him when he goes on long journeys, precisely because he has a major flaw in his personality: he is prone to getting lost.

No one is perfect. He has always been easygoing and doesn't care about this flaw at all. It's just that it causes a bit of trouble in these kinds of situations.

It was a secret that Master He was suffering from a serious illness and wouldn't live for more than a few years. He had no choice but to promise to save He Yuehua once, just once. If he failed, he couldn't help her anymore.

He has done his best, but unfortunately, fate is not on his side. It is now the second watch of the night. If he can get out of the White Ming Cult before dawn, he will be considered lucky.

He sheathed his longsword, retreated to the changing room, lifted the thin veil, and was about to try to find another way out when he didn't expect there to be someone already in the hot spring.

He was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned around in a flustered manner.

That was a young girl's bare back! She was soaking in a hot spring, half-lying on a black jade stone, doing something unknown.

He had a bad feeling and was filled with annoyance.

Had he known this would happen, he wouldn't have come no matter how much Master He begged him. Being injured and captured was a minor matter; he would never have agreed to marry a complete stranger just because of a glance.

He pondered for a moment, then sat down with his sword behind a pillar next to the thin gauze.

He had excellent self-control and didn't want to offend the girl any further, so he focused his attention and waited patiently for her to leave.

"well……"

His writing style remained unchanged.

"well……"

He remained unmoved, but the bell kept ringing. Was she a Heavenly Slave? Did a Heavenly Slave have the ability to ascend to Heavenly Cliff? And the ability to possess such a bath?

"The fifteenth of every month is my day for nourishment; without it, I can't get by..." she sighed.

The voice was so faint, almost like talking to himself, but his hearing was excellent, and he heard it very clearly.

Besides, he had no choice but to listen. Being in this place, he had to be able to hear everything around him... He heard a very familiar sound, the sound of turning pages in the manor.

She's reading a book while soaking in the hot spring? Is this how she nourishes herself?

"Alas, in ancient times, Goujian tasted Fuchai's excrement, and after tasting it, he still laughed heartily and congratulated him... Well! Truly, forbearance is a double-edged sword; he tasted it too well..."

Upon hearing this, he slowly opened his handsome eyes.

"My achievements may not be that great..." she pondered. "I can barely manage to taste the enemy's sweat, but to taste excrement..." she sighed. "I still need more rest. It seems my skills are insufficient. I'll have some more nourishment next month, and sooner or later, I should be able to taste this without batting an eye."

He was somewhat surprised, listening to her recite stories from books about extraordinary levels of endurance. So, this was what she meant by "nourishing"?

In the White Ming Cult, which little girl possesses both power and the virtue of forbearance?

He listened for a while and noticed that the sound gradually faded away, leaving only the soft breathing.

He hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly peeked out to see what was going on.

Just as he expected, the girl had fallen asleep. Judging from her words, she seemed to be used to suppressing her emotions; she came here purely to vent, and incidentally to cultivate the ability to endure further. The absence of others made her feel safe, so safe that she fell asleep…

The steam from the hot spring rose and billowed, obscuring her figure, but he caught a glimpse of her healthy, honey-colored skin. He quickly looked away, then heard a rustling sound. Looking closer, he saw a venomous snake approaching her.

He pondered for a moment, picked up a fallen leaf nearby, and flicked it gently. The leaf seemed to drift with the wind, floating lightly in the air before landing precisely on her bare shoulder.

She was extremely guarded. Startled, she opened her eyes and saw a withered yellow leaf on her shoulder. She pursed her lips, picked up the leaf, and slowly swept her cold gaze around.

Unfortunately, her kung fu wasn't good enough, and she didn't notice someone behind the gauze curtain.

He didn't want to look at her face, but with a snake nearby, he focused on the distance between the snake and her and was forced to glance at her.

After the fog cleared, he could only see about half of her face. She looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, with beautiful eyebrows, but the thoughts in her eyes were not those of a child.

She made sure no one was around, then looked up at the open-air starry sky and guessed that it was fallen leaves dancing in the wind.

She also heard a rustling sound, and instinctively looked over, then paused in surprise.

She didn't move her body, but her little face instinctively tilted back, and then, dissatisfied with her own timidity, she swam forward a little.

Isn't that like walking into a trap? Gongsun Yun narrowed his eyes.

The snake lunged forward, its tongue snapping at her. When it was within a finger's width of hers, she didn't even try to escape. Just as Gongsun Yun was about to make a move, the snake suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"Sigh, in the end, it's still the most reliable thing to do is to rely on yourself," she said, shaking her head.

Her voice was slightly hoarse, clearly indicating that she was still afraid when facing a human-snake hybrid, but she forced herself to endure it.

She got up from the pool, picked up her clothes, put them on, and slowly left.

He waited a while, making sure she wouldn't turn back, then appeared and walked along the bath. It turned out that some poisonous powder had been sprinkled around the bath, precisely to prevent such accidents.

As the ringing faded into the distance, he silently followed it out.

Her wide robe billowed wildly in the wind, but she seemed unconcerned, walking with her hands behind her back, occasionally stopping to admire the moon. Her long hair cascaded down to her waist, and occasionally, as her robe fluttered, a few silver strands danced, appearing quite lovely in the moonlight… lovely? He was somewhat surprised by his own thought.

Is this... premature aging? This little girl is very guarded and knows how to endure, but she also knows how to vent. He doesn't think this is the result of hard work and mental exertion.

Seeing her shaking her head, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

Then, he frowned, touched the corner of his mouth, and was surprised to find himself smiling.

Since he was sixteen, people had come to propose marriage to him, but he turned them all down. When some girls from the martial arts world came to visit the Yun family manor, he would keep his distance, keeping his eyes down and his mind at ease.

The Gongsun family members are generally cold-hearted towards women, and this was certainly true of him. Call it high standards if you will, he didn't want to marry a complete stranger, nor did he want to marry a woman who didn't understand him; even if she were a stunning beauty, she wouldn't move him. What he wanted… what he desired was…

The person he can willingly keep in his heart.

"Sigh," she stopped, lowered her head, and thought for a moment. "Where did He Zai go to recite that poem he taught me last time? It perfectly matches the beautiful moonlight on the ground tonight..."

She didn't know where she was going, and if he, a lost soul, continued to follow her, he might end up going home with her. Besides, she wouldn't even notice him, which would be a real shame for him.

He pondered for a moment, then decisively drew his sword and thrust it forward—

Her reaction was incredibly quick, exactly as he had predicted.

She didn't move or resist because she knew how fast his sword could strike, so she endured it. He didn't know whether to pity her for her forbearance or laugh at her excessive defensiveness... Pity? He could write about it, but he never imagined it would happen to him with a young girl.

"Excuse me, young lady." As he said this, fearing that his sword might hurt her, he moved it outwards a little, but unexpectedly cut off a lock of her long hair.

With quick eyes and hands, he flicked his sword and knife, letting the long hair fall into his palm.

The tuft of hair was still slightly damp, black and smooth as silk.

"Did you follow me all the way from Tianbi Cliff, young master?" she sighed.

"..." The severed hair in his hand was clearly damp, yet it seemed as if a flame was spontaneously rising and spreading to his thin face.

His face flushed with embarrassment, not from the sudden glimpse of her alluring figure, but from touching her stray hair. He changed his mind so quickly…

Her fingertips lightly touched his handsome face; it was indeed flushed. He sighed inwardly, completely unprepared to be captivated by a young girl, and couldn't help but chuckle, saying:

"Excuse me, young lady."

...

They met again six years later.

The carriage traveled all the way to Yun Family Village. He got off the front carriage and got into the back one.

The carriage curtains were tightly sealed, preventing anyone from peeking in.

"How is the situation?"

"She's still alive." Gongsun Zhi smiled bitterly. "She occasionally opens her eyes, so she's conscious, but she's not fully alert. She didn't even cry out in pain when she was unconscious. I don't know if I could have done that."

Gongsun Yun came to her side and said in a hoarse voice, "Go and take care of Lao Qi."

Gongsun Zhi nodded, jumped down from the carriage, and got into the one in front. The carriage bearing the Yun Family Manor mark then continued on its journey.

Three days ago, under the pretext of escorting Gongsun Yao to seek medical treatment, he traveled overnight back to Yun Family Village, hiding another person in the carriage. This woman…

I woke up several times during the night, and although I was in excruciating pain, I tried my best to stay awake without crying out.

She moved slightly, and he immediately took the medicine bowl, half-helped her up, and said softly:

"Take your medicine first; it will relieve the pain."

She stared intently at the medicine, her lips tightly pursed, neither crying out in pain nor drinking it.

Her face was pale, her small face as thin as bone, and she had barely eaten anything since her injury. He knew she was completely unconscious, and after a moment's thought, he whispered in her ear:

"Why!"