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“People who are too smart usually don’t live long, because they are particularly easy to be silenced. Also, you get all worked up when Tang Weiqi is mentioned,” Tianxiu said, fanning himself with a leisurely air. “It’s a pity that Weiqi’s heart was with me, not you. Perhaps it’s because of your ruthless nature that you are not popular with girls.”

Shen Yuntan was too lazy to argue with him, and looked at the setting sun: "Why hasn't this girl come back yet?"

Tianxiu chuckled and said, "Hidden Swordsman, Hidden Hero, I've been covering for you all this time. How are you going to thank me? If Nineteen finds out, hmm, hmm?"

Shen Yuntan smiled instead of getting angry: "Go ahead and tell her, and see if she believes you or me?"

Tianxiu stuck out his tongue, looking genuinely helpless.

However, even after the sun had set and the stars were shining brightly, Tang Shijiu still hadn't returned.

Tianxiu frowned as he watched Shen Yuntan's increasingly gloomy face. "This time it really has nothing to do with me." Before he finished speaking, Shen Yuntan had already rushed out of Jinxiu Medical Hall.

The streets were long gone; the aunties who bought vegetables and the young girls who bought magnolia blossoms had all gone home. The bustling market of the day had become desolate in the evening, with the crowds dispersed. Only the poor scholar selling rouge and face powder remained, standing beneath the brothel, hoping that the girl he admired would come down and buy a box.

Shen Yun's heart sank. He had been far too careless. To him, Tang Diruo and the Tang Clan were utterly insignificant, so he hadn't taken them seriously at all. However, he had forgotten that Tang Chongli hated Tang Shijiu to the core. A chill ran through him; everyone in the martial world knew how potent the Tang Clan's poisons were.

The fear that rose from the soles of my feet was even colder than the last time.

A pink sedan chair passed by him, and a slender hand lifted the curtain: "Is this the guest of Physician Tianxiu, Young Master Shen?"

Shen Yuntan looked closely and recognized her as Rongrong, a top courtesan from the brothel. Rongrong was also a member of the Tianxiu Red Beauty Gang, and she often visited Shen Yuntan and Tang Shijiu.

Rongrong smiled gently: "Is the young master looking for someone?"

Shen Yuntan frowned slightly: "How did you know, young lady?"

"Young Master's anxiety is written all over his face." Rongrong covered her mouth and smiled, her charm overflowing. "I wonder which young lady makes Young Master so anxious. What a blessing you are."

Shen Yuntan, a seasoned veteran of the martial world, was already on guard upon hearing this, but his face remained impassive: "I hope you can give me some pointers, young lady."

Rongrong said, "Young master, may I dare to guess what's on your mind? Is it because of the Nineteenth Miss? This evening, when my maid went downstairs to buy powder for me, she seemed to see the Nineteenth Miss and a woman in purple heading south of the city."

“Young master, you may not believe me. Others might mistake her. But for Miss Nineteen, my maid would never mistake her.” Seeing the doubt on Shen Yuntan’s face, she smiled and said, “That girl has secretly liked Mr. Tianxiu for a long time. A woman will never mistake her rival in love.”

Shen Yun bowed with his hands clasped in thanks, then headed south of the city.

Whether the news is true or false, at least we have some direction, which is much better than being a headless fly.

Rongrong was not lying.

The person who took Nineteen away was indeed a woman.

At that time, the woman was sitting in front of the City God Temple, covering her face with her hands and crying uncontrollably. Nineteen couldn't bear it, so he squatted down in front of her and gave her a handkerchief.

"What's wrong? Who bullied you?"

The woman, dressed in purple gauze, kept wiping away tears with one hand, sobbing pitifully. "Good sister, I escaped from the brothel and haven't eaten for three days. Sister, could you please give me a bite to eat? I'll serve you like a cow or a horse for the rest of my life."

Nineteen sighed, patted her head affectionately like she would pat Tian Man, stood up, turned around and walked towards the steamed bun stall.

"Quiet down. I'm not some genius who can't be gentle and chivalrous." A charming, languid voice suddenly came from behind my ear, accompanied by a disdainful laugh.

The woman smiled brightly at the bun seller: "This girl is picky; she doesn't like any of the buns here. I'll take her home now!" In the blink of an eye, the older sister became the younger sister.

With the dagger pressed against his waist, Nineteen was unable to move and could only obediently follow her. As he walked ahead, he couldn't even see the woman's face clearly; he could only catch a glimpse of a flowing purple gauze dress in the corner of his eye.

Heading south, the journey became increasingly remote.

Nineteen's hand slowly moved up to the hilt of the knife.

"Don't move, I hate disobedient children." The charming voice rang out again. This time, Nineteen felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, and blood dripped from her fingers onto the ground.

"If you move again, I'll cripple your hand." Another chill ran down her waist as the Emei thorn tore through her clothes and lightly grazed her skin. "I hate beautiful women the most, especially young, arrogant, and self-important brats like you."

"Your martial arts are better than mine, there's no need for you to restrain me," Nineteen said calmly, his mind racing as he considered ways to escape.

The woman tightened her grip, creating another cut on her body. It wasn't deep, but the blood wouldn't stop flowing.

"I know, but I like it this way, watching you bleed, watching you in pain." She finally walked up to Nineteen, the dagger circling halfway around her waist, blood staining her skirt.

The cuts to the skin, though not serious injuries, were still quite painful. Nineteen's face was a little pale, but she pretended to be calm, resolutely refusing to show any of the expressions she hoped to see.

I don't feel uncomfortable.

There was no feigned joy.

Ignoring people always makes them angrier and more upset.

Nineteen looked at the woman's face, expressionless, as if the body that had just been slashed was not hers.

The woman was beautiful, with a worldly, almost ethereal beauty. Like a peach petal fallen into the mud, she possessed a poignant allure. Yet, undeniably, she was beautiful; a dark brown beauty mark clung to the corner of her eye, her face was pointed, and she was alluringly fox-like. Even if she were a fox spirit in disguise, she could hardly surpass her beauty.

Seeing that Nineteen was staring intently at her, she couldn't help but smile: "Do I look beautiful?"

Tang Shijiu nodded lightly: "Hmm, not bad."

Her tone, however, was extremely perfunctory, polite yet distant. Her alluring face was somewhat distorted; she would rather Tang Shijiu say she was ugly, as that would prove a woman's jealousy. But Shijiu's dismissive attitude, as if she were merely exchanging pleasantries with a neighbor, infuriated her.

Her hands began to tremble, and her voice became somewhat hoarse: "Is that so? I don't think you're very beautiful. I don't understand why the young master went to such lengths because of you." Before she finished speaking, the dagger in her hand was still aimed at Nineteen's face.

Nineteen gave a slight, cold smile. "It's good that you can get angry. People have weaknesses when they're angry."

In the blink of an eye, the red figure flipped backward several feet, drawing her Xuanbei sword. Her right hand was injured, making her grip on the sword somewhat unsteady. The wound around her waist reopened with this movement, causing her even greater pain.

The woman in purple flew into a rage, her crescent-shaped daggers raining down on Tang Shijiu like a storm. Her strength was light, but her speed was astonishing, forcing Tang Shijiu to falter and suffer several more blows. A piece of her left sleeve was torn, tearing away flesh and drawing blood. The pain and blood loss made her dizzy, yet this sensation gave her a strange sense of pleasure. As if the pain had vanished, and as the woman in purple increased her speed, Tang Shijiu hardened her heart, abandoning all technique and reacting with increasingly rapid and varied attacks.

The woman in purple initially appeared somewhat smug, but her expression gradually turned to astonishment. She had always relied on speed to win, and her inner strength was actually not profound. Tang Shijiu's greatsword was fierce and domineering; once unleashed, it made her feel short of breath and uncomfortable. But what frightened her even more was Tang...