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As expected, she couldn't let her master down. Inheriting the Spring-Slaying Technique was her goal; let all those romantic entanglements drift away with the wind. These tender threads are the most hurtful.

When they returned to the mountain, they encountered Yang Shen, who had recovered from his illness and was wielding a wooden sword on the One Inch Gold Platform.

Yichun walked over and coughed as a greeting.

Yang Shen was covered in sweat and too lazy to turn around and talk to him. After a while, he said, "Don't worry, I won't say anything."

Yichun whispered, "You really won't tell?"

She didn't know him very well and was a little skeptical. This guy seemed rather cunning; he might be up to something, so she couldn't let her guard down.

Yang Shen flew into a rage, threw down his wooden sword, cupped his hands to his mouth, and shouted, "Hey! Everyone come over here! A huge incident happened in the peach grove behind the mountain a couple of days ago—"

Yichun panicked and grabbed him, raising her hand to cover her mouth: "You clearly said you wouldn't tell!"

Yang Shen glanced at her sideways and held out his hand: "Originally, I planned to keep it to myself and pretend it never happened, but Senior Sister's suspicious attitude is very annoying. Give me fifty coins as hush money."

This time, it was Yichun's turn to be furious: "You're clearly extorting me!"

He then continued shouting, "Everyone come here—it happened in the peach grove on the back hill the other day—"

Yi Chun's hair stood on end, and she hurriedly pulled out a handful of copper coins from her sleeve and stuffed them into his hand.

Thirty coins, no bargaining!

Yang Shen immediately shut up, weighed the money in his hand, stuffed it into his pocket with satisfaction, picked up the wooden sword, and continued to swing it as if nothing had happened.

Feeling guilty, Yi Chun looked around to make sure no one else was being lured over before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the master's voice rang out from below the stage: "What terrible thing has happened in the peach grove behind the mountain?"

She was immediately at a loss and instinctively looked for a hole in the ground so she could crawl in and not come out.

The master seemed to be in a good mood, a slight smile on his face, as he walked over to look at this one and then that one. Both were his beloved disciples, so his expression was very gentle.

Yang Shen deliberately turned around and looked at Yi Chun with a strange expression, which frightened her so much that her face turned even paler.

"Oh, it was a fox I found in the peach grove behind the mountain that day. It was quite beautiful," he said casually.

Yichun instantly slid down from the height of tension, her whole body going limp.

She stole a glance at Yang Shen, who was also looking at her, giving her a slight, mischievous smile.

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This is a heavily revised chapter.

Three Chapters

Time flies, and the end of the year is approaching. The mountain has already been covered in snow two or three times, and everything in sight is covered in silver.

More than half a year ago, after Yichun and Yang Shen each fell seriously ill, their master separated and instructed the four disciples separately.

They were considered key trainees, and their master would personally instruct them in swordsmanship throughout the afternoon and most of the evening, guiding them in countering moves. In the morning, they practiced swordsmanship on the One Inch Golden Platform, while their master instructed Mo Yunqing and Wen Jing in a smaller martial arts hall in the manor.

The two training grounds were quite far apart. Yi Chun didn't see Mo Yunqing again until New Year's Eve, after more than half a year. He was wearing a newly tailored dark blue jacket, and seemed to have grown taller. With a handsome face, he was truly a dashing young gentleman.

Standing quietly and obediently beside him, anyone who saw them would inwardly exclaim: What a perfect couple!

Upon seeing Yichun and Yang Shen approach, Wenjing immediately stepped forward with a smile and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Senior Sister; greetings, Second Senior Brother."

Yichun nodded: "Happy Chinese New Year, and may you prosper!"

Wenjing chuckled softly, covered her mouth, and said gently, "Senior sister is joking. What wealth could I possibly have? It's Yunqing who will become the new master of the manor; that's when she'll be truly wealthy."

Having not seen each other for more than half a year, she even omitted the word "senior brother," which was quite impressive. Naturally, her words carried a hint of pride, adopting the posture of a victor.

Yi Chun was completely unaware and pulled up a chair to sit down. Suddenly, she felt someone watching her. She looked up and saw Mo Yunqing's unfriendly gaze.

She stood up again, clasped her hands in a respectful greeting, and said, "Happy New Year, senior brother! Wishing you prosperity!"

He didn't reply, but snorted again, turned his head away, and said, "Thank you, I appreciate your kind words. May you also have more luck with love next year and find a man who is your equal."

The implication was nothing more than accusing her of trying to climb the social ladder by marrying him.

The meal was utterly tasteless. Yichun focused intently on counting the grains of rice in her bowl, wishing it would get dark quickly so she could go home.

Mo Yunqing, who was sitting opposite, had been chatting and laughing. Suddenly, she raised her voice, "Junior Sister Yichun, why aren't you eating? I heard you're going back to your own home tonight. I'm afraid you won't have such good food at your servant's house."

A chill ran down her spine. She looked up at him, then at Wenjing, who was trying to suppress a laugh. She glanced at her master, whose eyes held a hint of anger.

So Yichun said slowly, "Actually, the food at the servants' house is not bad. Putting aside everything else, it's more than enough to feed a talkative myna."

She liked him, so he could treat her like clay, kneading her at will, because her affection was worthless and perhaps even an insult to his noble birth.

However, he must understand one thing: she is not made of clay, therefore she has a temper.

"What do you mean?" His handsome face indeed darkened.

Yichun didn't say anything and continued to concentrate on counting the grains of rice in the bowl.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. After a while, Yang Shen coughed and came over to smooth things over: "Senior sister, I haven't been to your house yet. Can I come over for the New Year?"

Yichun smiled and nodded.

She found this junior brother increasingly pleasing to the eye, extremely pleasing to the eye.

Mo Yunqing opened her mouth to speak, but her master suddenly said, "The weather is not good. It's probably going to snow. Yichun, Yang Shen, you two should pack up and go down the mountain. If it snows, the mountain road will be difficult to travel."