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"No, I was just trying to escape, but she found me first and put poison in the incense burner."

"She found out you weren't Shu Jun, but she still wants to keep you? What's wrong with this girl..."

"..." She didn't just want Shu Jun; she liked all handsome young men in the world. But he couldn't say it, nor was he in the mood to, so he simply remained silent.

Yichun turned around, looked at his clean-cut face revealing his forehead, and said, "Although this young lady is eccentric, her taste is not. Isn't your outfit much better than before?"

It turned out that after Yang Shen was abducted, a group of people immediately bathed him, tied his hair, and changed his clothes. The young lady liked white, and his clothes were spotless. This was probably how the elegant young heroes in white robes in the stories of martial arts world were.

But he remained silent and refused to speak again.

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Minor chapter revisions.

Nine Chapters

The first thing Yang Shen did upon arriving in Tanzhou was to find an inn to stay at. After tying his horse up in the stable, Yang Shen entered the lobby and heard Yi Chun talking to the innkeeper.

"I don't want the top-tier rooms anymore. I've said it several times. Just give me two regular rooms!"

"Esteemed guest, we're currently having a special offer. All guests who book a premium room will receive a complimentary breakfast. We also have handsome men and beautiful women providing personalized service, including massages and foot care – we guarantee you'll want to stay forever."

"...I only need two standard guest rooms."

"You won't regret coming to our store for our special offers!"

"..." Yichun finally felt powerless.

Yang Shen walked over, slammed the copper coin on the counter, and said coldly, "Two ordinary guest rooms!"

The shopkeeper immediately handed over the keys and smiled at the waiter: "Quickly, take the guest upstairs, and make sure there's plenty of hot water and food."

Yi Chun suddenly realized that Yang Shen's villainous face was also very useful.

Yang Shen escorted Yi Chun upstairs, then went to the pharmacy to buy some wound medicine. On his way back, he suddenly saw several men in brown clothes walking towards him from across the street, chatting and laughing.

The Chenzhou Juxia Gang! He felt as if his body had been struck hard by something. In an instant, the noisy sounds of the street became extremely quiet, with only the rumbling sound of blood rushing through his body, as if it were about to burst his eardrums.

Instinctively, he immediately reached for his sword, but his hand found nothing. He then remembered that his clothes and weapons had been thrown away by the Xiaoyao Sect.

In that instant, he suddenly felt a profound sense of shame, a shame stemming entirely from his own powerlessness.

The young lady's voice echoed in my mind.

After being drugged, he was completely unable to move for an hour, lying limp on the ground, only able to express his anger with his eyes.

Then she smiled, her fingers like soft, cold seaweed tracing his cheek, her voice ethereal and dreamlike: "Don't be afraid, you're so handsome, I would never hurt you. Oh? You carry a sword? Do you practice martial arts? They brought you to my side so easily, your martial arts skills must not be outstanding. But don't worry, now that you're with me, I will make you happy. Tomorrow I will ask my father to take you into his sect and teach you superior skills."

He was initially only angry, but that anger suddenly turned into unbearable shame under her casual words.

Countless nights and countless days passed as he cultivated relentlessly, earning his master's favor and becoming a match for his genius senior sister. He felt he had already made some progress.

But it turns out he was nothing at all.

He couldn't even keep his own sword; it was thrown out along with his clothes like trash, and his dignity seemed to have become trampled garbage as well.

She dressed him up in beautiful clothes, faced him with a gentle and seductive attitude, and treated him like a doll.

As he walked down the street in his flowing white robes, countless girls secretly watched, their cheeks flushed. But what good did it do? It only fueled his anger and confusion. He had devoted himself to martial arts training, only to end up as a decorative object for a woman, utterly powerless to resist, and even nearly causing Yichun's death.

Not only could he not get revenge, but new humiliations tormented him again and again.

He is still too weak.

So he could only watch helplessly as his enemies strolled past him, chatting and laughing, the wind brushing against his face like a knife.

Yang Shen involuntarily closed his eyes, feeling pain.

Back at the inn, as soon as I opened the door, I saw Yichun straining her neck to try and see what the wound looked like.

She seemed unaware that her clothes had slipped down her arms, leaving most of her back exposed. Her face and hands were dark from years of practicing martial arts under the sun, turning her into a tanned charcoal, but the skin on her back was very white, and her bones were extremely delicate, possessing an indescribable beauty.

Yang Shen was stunned for a moment. Before he could rush out the door, he suddenly saw the wound on her shoulder, which was extremely gruesome and still bleeding.

He closed the door without thinking.

Yichun fastened her clothes, turned around and looked at Yang Shen weakly, her face pale.

"Did you buy the medicine?" She felt like there were more and more little stars in front of her, like rain.

Yang Shen nodded silently. After a while, he forced himself not to tremble and gently pulled off her clothes, exposing the wound to his eyes.

He applied medicine and bandaged his wrist, which trembled uncontrollably.

Yichun said, "Don't be afraid, I'm not afraid, so why should you be? It won't hurt at all!"

The stab wound was at least two inches deep, and it might have even damaged his tendons. How could it not hurt? Yang Shen gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Senior sister, if I am kidnapped again in the future, it will only prove that I am useless. Don't risk your life to save me again."

She was slightly startled: "You're my junior brother, how could I not save you? What are you saying!"

"I am useless and should not implicate others. If I am inferior in skill, I should hand over the Zhanchun Sword. If you inherit the Zhanchun Sword, Senior Sister, please avenge me."

Yichun couldn't help but turn around to look at him. What came into view was his pale face, and his expression was as if he was about to cry out in pain.

She said softly, "Sheep kidney, it's just a small setback. Don't be discouraged. Believe in yourself that you can inherit Zhan Chun and take revenge."

Yang Shen felt a burning sensation in his eyes and quickly covered them with his hands, not wanting anyone to see him weak and shedding tears.