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That's why everyone at Xiaoyao Manor likes him so much.

The group ate and drank, and with the added festivities of keeping watch, the festivities continued until late into the night.

With one arm around Tang Shijiu and the other holding a wine jar, Shen Yuntan listened to the crackling of firecrackers outside the window, feeling exceptionally content. Seeing Tang Shijiu looking at him blankly, he assumed she was still troubled by what happened during the day, so he tightened his grip: "Enjoy life while you can, don't worry about such unimportant people."

Nineteen shook her head: "I did it for you."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "What a straightforward girl. These kinds of sweet words should be kept in your heart; once they're spoken, they lose their meaning." Although he said that, he was still satisfied inside.

At least now, there is someone in this world who cares about him, and he, in turn, cares about that person.

Suddenly, Shijiu hugged him and said, "From now on, I'll make dumplings for you every year."

His hand holding the wine jar trembled slightly. He turned his head and looked closely at her face until she blushed.

Just before she became enraged, Shen Yuntan kissed her deeply and whispered a single word on her lips.

"good."

The kiss lasted until Tang Shijiu was panting heavily.

Shen Yun licked his lips, still wanting more.

"Nineteen, do you know why Tian Shu and Tian Xiu wanted to kill me?" He suddenly changed the subject to a serious one, leaving Nineteen speechless.

"What?"

"Actually, Master lied. The real orphan of the Sang Clan should be me." His tone was calm and even, as if he were stating something extremely simple.

“But we all know the truth.” He suddenly stood up and slowly took off his shirt.

Despite silently repeating "Don't look, don't look, don't look" a hundred and eighty times in her mind, Tang Shijiu still couldn't resist stealing a glance. Shen Yuntan coughed deliberately, and Tang Shijiu blushed, then simply let go and looked openly.

His muscles were well-proportioned, and his skin wasn't dark, but it wasn't as snow-white as Tianxiu's white-cut chicken.

However... her strong body was covered with many scars, some new and some old. The most recent bloodstain had just scabbed over, a mark she had made without her knowledge.

She gasped, "How can there be so many injuries?"

Shen Yuntan reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her towards his chest.

"Hey! What are you doing, grabbing my hand and touching your chest?!"

He couldn't help but chuckle: "If you speak any louder, everyone in the inn will hear you."

Tang Shijiu immediately shut up, but still looked unconvinced.

He placed his snow-white little hand near his heart, where there was a strangely shaped scar. Although it was old, the faint patterns on it were still visible.

“This is the mark of the Sang Clan,” he said slowly. “Only the direct descendants can have this mark. Although Tian Shu doesn’t have it, the Sang Clan has been destroyed for a long time, so no one doubts that he is willing to stand up.”

Nineteen covered her lips, looking utterly astonished.

“Tian Shu is the last survivor of Luoyan Manor. Luoyan Manor was destroyed by the Sang Clan. My master saw that he was eccentric and deliberately switched our identities after taking us as his disciples. This was because he didn’t want Tian Shu to be obsessed with revenge, and also to keep us constantly restraining each other.” He remained calm as he spoke of an unrelated past event, “Before becoming disciples, we only had numbers, no names, and no background.”

If it weren't for the mark on his heart, he wouldn't even know who he really was. He didn't believe a word his master said about his origins; how could he possibly remember which of the many children was which?

Only someone as stubborn as Tian Shu would believe in the so-called Luoyan Manor.

Or perhaps, it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. If you want to kill someone, what does believing or not matter?

Tang Shijiu sniffed, suddenly unsure of what to say, and simply gently took his hand.

Without needing to say more, he already knew what she meant.

"From now on, I will be your family."

"Actually, the reason I never wanted to kill Tian Shu is because over the years, I seem to have only one acquaintance." He smiled helplessly, but couldn't help but sigh, "He's an old friend, I suppose."

Tang Shijiu stared intently at Shen Yuntan, as if trying to see into his heart: "Yuntan, what deep-seated hatred do you have that drives you to kill Tianshu?"

Shen Yuntan simply squeezed her hand tightly and changed the subject, saying, "Go to sleep early, don't stay up all night. We still have to set off to find your father tomorrow; proposing marriage is a very important matter."

In this respect, he is actually the same as Tianxiu.

As long as Nineteen lives well, it doesn't matter who he kills.

For example, Tianshu

Chapter Seventy-Four: The End (Part Three)

Many years later, people in the martial arts world still talked about that exciting battle with great relish. It contained grudges and affections that had been settled over many years, the chivalrous spirits of heroes and beauties, and the bitter secrets of wealthy families.

"And then? And then? Did Tang Shijiu find her father? Were the Tang Clan really wiped out overnight by Shen Yin?" The little girl, with a snotty nose, stared blankly at the spittle-flecked martial artist. The martial artist scratched the back of his head, his smile a little awkward.

Actually, he had only heard these legends from others. He only knew that Shenyin destroyed the Tang Clan, and Tang Shijiu, the last surviving member of the Tang Clan, mastered the Tuanfu Heart Sutra and beat Shenyin half to death.

"Is Tang Shijiu very powerful? What does she look like?"

"Hmm..." What does she look like? A woman who can kill Shenyin must be even stronger than a black bear, and it's hard to say whether she has three heads and six arms.

If Tang Shijiu and Yun Tan were to hear the rumors about them years later, they would surely feel very helpless.

In the future, Tang Shijiu, rumored to be even stronger than a black bear, sat in a swaying carriage, her fair hands secretly clenched into fists. A sharp knife was pressed against her waist, a vital spot. The person holding the knife was trembling, but the hand holding it was steady and strong—if it were to be stabbed, it would not be misaligned at all.

The cloaked man in black sitting before her had his head covered, only his bright eyes visible, and he scrutinized her with a half-smile. Tang Shijiu took a deep breath and coldly glanced at the man holding a knife to her waist.

"Tang Yu, I don't need your explanation. I just want to tell you one thing."