Chapter 6, To come without reciprocation is not proper etiquette

Upon hearing the sound, Young Master Yan turned around and saw that everyone was present. He then looked at himself and realized that his belt had come undone at some point, and his collar was wide open, exposing a large expanse of his chest muscles. Feeling extremely embarrassed, he quickly let go, jumped off the bed to tidy himself up, while his eyes remained fixed on Yun'er, wishing he could swallow her whole to vent the anger in his heart

Dongfang said seriously: "Alright, it's getting late, we should leave now." Half-bending down, with his back to her, he said: "You lie on my back, while it is still dark, let us employ the thirty-six stratagems, and the best strategy is to retreat."

Dongfang Qizheng said: "No, the chill on you has not been there since childhood, so there must be a way to treat it." Yun'er asked curiously: "How do you know it isn't? I don't even remember. Alright, no need to comfort me, even if there is no cure, it doesn't matter; it's just a bit cold from time to time, after all, it won't kill anyone. " She couldn't recall anything from the past at all; if she couldn't remember, then so be it, it didn't affect her current life anyway. Alright, no need to comfort me, even if there is no cure, it doesn't matter; it's just a bit cold from time to time, after all, it won't kill anyone. " She couldn't recall anything from the past at all; if she couldn't remember, then so be it, it didn't affect her current life anyway.

Yun'er raised her body and shouted at him, who had already walked out: "You cannot kill me. If you kill me, it means, it means... you have violated me!"

Before going to sleep, Wei Sikong thought of Yun'er, wondering if her injuries had improved. He had been feeling depressed all day due to painful memories, and his heart was heavy with unexpressed sorrow. He thought it would be better to go and see her. He felt very grateful for what Yun'er had said during the day, which is why he took special care of her

Dongfang Qijian did not seem to be joking; a pair of thick, dark, and long eyebrows slightly furrowed as he looked at her in silence

Yun'er pouted and said, "Hmph, what's so great about it? I don't admire it at all." Dongfang Qi immediately replied, "You are not considered a person of the martial world to begin with." Yun'er, angered, hit him and exclaimed, "You—" What kind of talk is that? She had followed him all the way from Tianshan to Lin'an, wandering the jianghu for quite some time, and even got to know someone like Wu Butong. How could she not be considered a person of the jianghu?

Yun'er pouted and said: "What use is fame? Look at Wei Sikong, young and strong in martial arts, a scion of a revered martial arts family, yet he is still not happy, always wearing a long face as if someone owes him gold."

Dongfang Qi then said: "Young Master Wei is a person of deep feelings and strong character, truly a rare find." Yun'er retorted: "Yet he still aids the tyrant and acts as a henchman!" While assisting her in channeling her energy, Dongfang Qi replied: "One cannot speak in such a manner; that Young Master Yan is likely of considerable background."

Yun'er was intrigued by him and couldn't help but ask, "What is so special about his sword?" She was unaware of the true mastery of the Eastern Sword Abandonment Technique, but she knew he was a sword enthusiast, well-versed in the famous swords throughout history. Whenever the topic of swords arose, he would become animated, his eyes sparkling, resembling the same expression he had when drinking.

Yun'er dodged while clapping her hands at Wei Sikong, saying: "Look, look, he has admitted to harassing me himself. Just now, he was lying with his eyes wide open, adamantly denying it. If he dares to do it, why doesn't he dare to face it"

Yun'er was so cold that her whole body trembled, unable to bear it, she tossed and turned, crying out, "Ah... it's so cold..." Her hands and feet flailed about, sometimes pounding the bed, sometimes throwing the pillow, causing a chaotic racket in the room. When Young Master Yan entered and saw her, he immediately felt displeased, his face cold as he said, "What are you going crazy about again? Haven't you had enough of the stick?" Yun'er, confused from the cold, had no strength left to retort. Accidentally pressing on her injury, she couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, "Ah—"

Yun'er was leaning on the headboard, her hand resting on her neck as she coughed loudly. Suddenly, she coughed so hard that she struggled to catch her breath, forcing out large tears. Wei Sikong, seeing her tear-streaked face and pitiful appearance, walked over and patted her back, asking, "Yun'er, what is wrong? What happened?" She glanced up at Young Master Yan, filled with doubt: how could he be here?

Yun'er listened and, dissatisfied, said: "Wenren Mountain Villa? Why should it be claimed as the property of Wenren Mountain Villa?" Divine weapons and powerful tools belong to those who are capable and those who witness them—therefore, she should also have a share. She did not know much about the affairs of the martial world, most of what she knew was merely fragments she had heard from Dongfang Qi.

Ah—I'm going to kill you!" Young Master Yan lunged forward, grabbing Yun'er by the neck and shaking her desperately. Yun'er, shaken to the point of dizziness and struggling to breathe, suddenly opened her eyes and saw him, waking up in shock, and screamed: "Help! It's an assault, there's a murder..." In the dead of night, a piercing scream erupted, startling everyone who was left wondering what had happened. Yun'er, shaken to the point of dizziness and struggling to breathe, suddenly opened her eyes and saw him, waking up in shock, and screamed: "Help! It's an assault, there's a murder..." In the dead of night, a piercing scream erupted, startling everyone who was left wondering what had happened.

After Young Master Yan finished his training, he felt as if there was a fire burning within him, his whole body was radiating heat. Wiping the sweat from his face and taking a breath of the cool night air, the feeling of restlessness in his heart eased a little. He strolled to the courtyard where Minister Wei resided, intending to engage in a casual conversation with him, but to his surprise, he was not there. He then inquired, "Where is the Minister?"

Dongfang Qi naturally understood the little schemes she had in her heart and said with a hint of annoyance: "The Chun Jun Sword is the sword used by the 'Number One Swordsman in the World' Wen Ren Ke from years ago. This sword has been passed down for hundreds of years because of Wen Ren Ke, with the sword being transmitted by the person and the person by the sword. It is of unparalleled nobility and has become the family symbol of the Wen Ren clan, a treasured heirloom. All martial artists in the world admire it and feel a sense of fear. It originally belongs to them; how can one claim it as their own?" All martial artists in the world admire it and feel a sense of fear. It originally belongs to them; how can one claim it as their own?

After such a commotion, the coldness within Yun'er seemed to have lessened. Taking a breath, she pointed at Young Master Yan and exclaimed, "He has assaulted me and even attempted to kill me!" What a shameless scoundrel!

Yun'er hurriedly hugged his arm and said, "Dongfang, I am cold." He quickly replied, "I know." He took out a red fruit the size of an orange from his bosom and said, "This is the dragon fruit from the Western Blaze Mountain, which absorbs sunlight and earth energy all year round. It is warm in nature and can dispel cold. Although it may not completely alleviate the cold in your body, it will certainly be beneficial to consume it."

Her servant brought in a blazing charcoal fire. She approached the brazier, rubbing her hands together, having fidgeted for quite some time, feeling exhausted and on the verge of dozing off. Suddenly, she felt someone place a hand on her forehead. Startled, she opened her eyes wide and exclaimed with joy: "Dongfang, is that you!"

The serving maid, upon seeing him, hurriedly knelt and said, "Young Master Wei has gone to the back courtyard." He waved the maid away, turned, and walked inside. After making a turn through the corridor, he noticed that a room across the way had its door wide open, brightly lit, and from time to time, a few cries of "Ah, ah, ah, ah—" echoed, which was quite terrifying. He couldn't help but feel curious, wondering who was not sleeping in the middle of the night, making such a ruckus and playing tricks.

The Eastern Abandonment of the Sword has its own set of theories. He often states that a sword is a vessel that absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and moon, the toil and blood of humanity, and the profound thoughts of the sword master. It is a sacred item of antiquity, supreme and precious, revered by all. The sword is the ancestor of short weapons, known as the king of a hundred weapons, and is also referred to as the foremost of deadly weapons. However, the sword wielder is a human, and the sword itself bears no blame. A renowned sword is a masterpiece that embodies the unity of heaven, earth, humanity, and divinity, a treasure that can never be obtained again in eternity. Therefore, although he does not delight in killing, his greatest ambition in life is to appreciate the famous swords of the world, and he would die without regret.

Yun'er raised her hand and said, "I bet that sword is not it." He had no real expertise in swords, having only seen a few famous swords on the website www.hetushucom.com, and his knowledge was purely theoretical; she did not believe him at all

In fact, the true marvel of the martial arts world is not Yun'er, but himself. However, he has always been generous in praising others and is adept at recognizing the strengths of others, especially his enemies. This has led him to become an undefeated legend in the history of martial arts, regarded as a great miracle by all swordsmen of later generations

The young master Yan gasped in shock, exclaiming in exasperation, "You crazy woman, let go, quickly let go!" He desperately tried to shake off Yun'er, who clung to him like an octopus, his face turning green with anger. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his chest; looking down, he realized that Yun'er's right hand had somehow slipped inside his clothing. He was momentarily stunned, unable to move, and then suddenly jumped up with a cry of "Ah!" He was filled with anger, fury, shame, and hatred, shouting, "You shameless woman, you, you, you..." The thought that he had been so lightly treated by her made him feel a chill in his chest again. He was momentarily stunned, unable to move, and then suddenly jumped up with a cry of "Ah!" He was filled with anger, fury, shame, and hatred, shouting, "You shameless woman, you, you, you..." The thought that he had been so lightly treated by her left him breathless with indignation, pointing at Yun'er's face, so angry that he even forgot to curse.

You, you, you—" The young master Yan was so furious that he could only stare blankly, momentarily at a loss for words to refute. In his anger, he became muddled, speaking without thought, and with a stern face, he shouted: "Who says I only harass men and not women? I will harass you, so what? Sharp-tongued and distorting the truth, I will definitely kill you..." He rushed forward, intending to grab her.

Young Master Yan took a deep breath, constantly reminding himself to maintain his dignity, for how could he stoop to the level of a madman! He glanced at Wei Sikong, recalling his promise to hand this woman over to him for disposal, and had no choice but to relent. He shot a fierce glare at Yun'er, let out a heavy snort, and followed behind the guards, sweeping his sleeves as he departed

When Feng, Chen, Chu, Wei, Jiang, Shen, Han, Yang, and Wei Sikong, along with the doctor he invited, hurried over upon hearing the commotion, what they saw was the young master Yan in disheveled clothing pressing down on Yun'er, who was struggling desperately, creating an extremely ambiguous situation. The crowd immediately exchanged glances, not daring to speak. It was the doctor, relying on his age and experience, who cleared his throat and said: "Young master, this young lady seems to be unwell; even if you are anxious, you should wait until she has recovered before..."

Dongfang Qi nodded and smiled, saying: "Yun'er, you are truly clever, understanding everything with just a hint, and you can also draw inferences from one instance to another. If it were not for your Ren and Du meridians being suppressed by cold energy, causing your own abilities to only be able to exert one or two tenths of their potential, perhaps you could have made a name for yourself in the martial world and become a unique flower of the contemporary martial arts community."

"How have I been talking nonsense? Everyone saw what happened just now. It wasn't you who assaulted me, could it be that I assaulted you instead? If we set aside the assault, you even wanted to kill me to silence me. Your heart is truly cruel, isn't it?"

Young Master Yan was so enraged that he jumped up in fury, the veins on his forehead bulging, "Nonsense!"

Then, Young Master Yan strode forward and grabbed her, saying fiercely, "If you call out again, I will cut out your tongue!" Yun'er, in a daze, felt a wave of warmth rushing towards her. Instinctively, like a starving person, she lifted her upper body and hurriedly embraced him, letting out a long sigh, feeling so warm, finally feeling alive again

He said with a serious expression: "The sword at his waist has an ancient design, exuding a chilling aura. It reflects objects as if they were in water and cuts jade as if it were clay. Ordinary weapons break upon contact. Moreover, the adornments on the sword are made of the rare Jiuhua jade. If I am not mistaken, it must be the 'Longquan Sword', the foremost among the four famous swords of the martial world!"

Dongfang paused for a moment and slowly said: "Yun'er, I have never had any grand aspirations. I wander the world, adapting to circumstances, and I only hope that you live happily. As for other matters, if I can avoid thinking about them, I will."

"What would I do to you?" He glanced at her disdainfully and scoffed, "Just based on you? Hmph, neither man nor woman, with an ambiguous demeanor, half human and half demon, I must be blind to even think of doing anything to you!"

In an unguarded moment, Young Master Yan was suddenly embraced by her, leaving him momentarily stunned and unsure of how to react, his heart racing and feeling flustered. Once he regained his composure, he saw her with her eyes closed, nuzzling against his chest, her face gradually turning red. He desperately pushed her away, shouting, "Let go, let go!"

Dongfang struck her head and said: "With my proficiency in swords, how could I be mistaken! Although it was just a distant glance, I dare to bet that sword must be the Longquan sword"

He pushed the door open and saw that the gauze curtain in front of her bed had been drawn down. Assuming she was asleep, he thought to himself that it was quite late, and given her injury, it would be inappropriate to disturb her rest; he would come back tomorrow instead. Just as Wei Sikong was about to turn and leave, he suddenly heard faint moans, suppressed with great effort, as if she were in considerable pain. He hurriedly lifted the curtain and saw her lying on her side, her hands and feet curled up into a ball, her face pale, her lips trembling and unable to speak. He quickly reached out to touch her and found her body icy cold, almost devoid of any warmth. He couldn't help but be taken aback and asked, "Yun'er, what happened to you?" He hurriedly lifted the curtain and saw her lying on her side, her hands and feet curled up into a ball, her face pale, her lips trembling and unable to speak. He quickly reached out to touch her and found her body icy cold, almost devoid of any warmth. He couldn't help but be taken aback and asked, "Yun'er, what happened to you?"

At first, Dongfang Qi thought she was just joking, so he said: "Yun'er, stop fooling around. This place is not suitable for staying long. If we are discovered, it will be difficult for us to escape again."

Wei Sikong listened to the quarrel between the two and couldn't help but chuckle, stifling his laughter. He held one of them back, saying, "Alright, alright, young master, why bother arguing with a girl who doesn't know better? It's late at night; you should return and rest. I will certainly teach her a good lesson on your behalf—Feng, Chen, Chu, Wei, hurry and escort the young master back to his room to rest"

Yun'er was startled and, unable to believe it, said: "Is that true? The Four Great Famous Swords are said to be ancient divine artifacts, and the dragon is elusive, appearing only in part. How could it just appear out of nowhere? It can't be fake, can it? Or perhaps you misjudged it?"

Dongfang looked at her with pity and said, "It's nothing, I will ask Sai Huatuo for the best wound medicine later, he won't refuse. You have saved his life this time. First, eat this dragon fruit, and I will help you circulate your energy to dispel the cold, this will be more effective."

Wei Sikong merely smiled without speaking, and after a while, he said: "Are you still cold? The doctor you invited has been sent away by you." Yun'er shivered slightly, "I am cold—however, it is not a big deal. If you have someone light a fire in my room, I can adjust my breathing and should be able to endure it." He nodded in agreement, thought for a moment, and then asked: "Have you ever suffered from any internal injuries due to cold poison or something similar? Why are you so afraid of the cold?" Yun'er shook her head, "No, it seems I was born this way, with a constitution that is cold and damp." She appeared reluctant to say more. Wei Sikong reminded her to rest well and then left.

Yun'er turned her face to look at him, gritting her teeth and saying: "I was beaten!" If it were not for her injuries and weakened resistance, she would not have been so quickly invaded by the cold. In an instant, it felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, the cold was unbearable. She trembled as she gathered the remaining true energy within her, following the mental formula taught by Dongfang Qi, directing the energy to her dantian. She felt a trickle of warmth slowly rising from the Yongquan point at the soles of her feet, but as soon as this delicate energy encountered the frigid air within her, which surged like a violent storm, it was instantly dispersed, proving utterly ineffective. She trembled as she gathered the remaining true energy within her, following the mental formula taught by Dongfang Qi, directing the energy to her dantian. She felt a trickle of warmth slowly rising from the Yongquan point at the soles of her feet, but as soon as this delicate energy encountered the frigid air within her, which surged like a violent storm, it was instantly dispersed, proving utterly ineffective.

Young Master Yan approached Yun'er step by step, saying fiercely: "I must kill you today!" As a result, his reputation for integrity was ruined overnight. Yun'er quickly pushed Wei Sikong forward and looked up, saying: "If you did not violate me, why do you want to kill me to silence me?" She shrank her shoulders and hid behind Wei Sikong, refusing to come out.

Yun'er nodded, took a bite, and frowned as she said, "What a strange taste, both sour and astringent, it's terribly unpalatable." Nevertheless, she gritted her teeth and finished it. Dongfang Chi chuckled and said, "Good medicine tastes bitter!" Seeing her move with difficulty, he continued, "You should lie down comfortably, close your eyes, and follow my instructions: first, guide the true energy that I sent into your body along the meridians, thread by thread, to your dantian—how should I put it, it feels like a bowl filled with water, which is then distributed to your internal organs and limbs, gradually dissolving the cold energy. Do you understand?" Yun'er nodded, "The meaning of 'all rivers return to the sea, then branch out and spread leaves,' right?" Do you understand?" Yun'er nodded, "The meaning of 'all rivers return to the sea, then branch out and spread leaves,' right?"

Yun'er lay on the bed, staring motionlessly at the ceiling and said, "I will not leave"

Yun'er hugged her chest with both hands, trembling her lips as she whimpered, "I am cold, I am cold—" Her gums were shaking as she spoke. He hurriedly pulled the quilt over her, covering her tightly, and asked, "Are you still cold?" Yun'er nodded vigorously, gasping for breath and unable to make a sound, her ten fingers turning pale and her lips turning blue. He was puzzled and said, "How can your body be so cold?" The weather was hot, and everyone was only wearing a single garment and still found it unbearable; even if she was weak and afraid of the cold, it shouldn't be to this extent.

He suddenly turned around and said ominously, "Rest assured, I will not kill you—I have plenty of ways to make you wish you could live but cannot, and wish you could die but cannot." How could she be so easily dealt with!

Dongfang Qi let out a soft "shh" and whispered, "The guards here are truly strict, with layers upon layers of security, impenetrable. I managed to sneak in with great difficulty." As he spoke, he looked around the room where Yun'er resided, wondering what kind of person lived here, given the formidable security.

Before he could finish speaking, Young Master Yan's expression changed, and he said darkly: "Get lost! If you don't leave, I'll have your son come here to collect your corpse!" The old man, frightened, stumbled away, muttering to himself: "To forcibly seize a commoner's daughter in broad daylight, the world is declining, and people's hearts are no longer as they used to be..."

Young Master Yan, enraged, had veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes glaring at her with malice, as he stepped over Wei Sikong, intending to drag her out. Yun'er quickly retreated, crying out, "Wei Sikong, Wei Sikong, he has assaulted me, and now he wants to kill me. There is no one in this world more despicable and shameless than him. Please save me!"

Wei Sikong, upon hearing this, displayed a peculiar expression on his face. Feng, Chen, Chu, Wei, Jiang, Shen, Han, and Yang exchanged glances and quickly withdrew, realizing that the master's private matters were not for them to overhear. The old doctor with a white beard shook his head and sighed, "Young master, even if this young lady is merely a maid in the household, lowly and humble, she is still a human life, raised by her parents. Please, let her go..."

Dongfang Qi, in a fit of anger, fed her a "stir-fried chestnut" and huffed, "The Four Great Famous Swords are not the legendary divine weapons that can summon wind and rain, avert disasters, or resolve difficulties; they truly exist, but most of them are simply lost to history. Only the Chun Jun Sword is said to still be housed in the Wenren Mountain Villa, though it is uncertain whether this is true or not"

She took it in her hands and examined it closely, suddenly realizing, "No wonder you weren't here; you went out to find this for me. In the future, you need not go through so much trouble to search for these peculiar items; it is of no use. The chill I carry within me has likely been there since I was born, a congenital condition, and it is beyond remedy."

The four renowned swords in the martial world are "Longquan Chunjun" and "Jinghong Die Lian," both of which are exceptionally sharp and can cut through the wind. It is said that possessing one of these swords can lead to fame throughout the world and dominance in the martial arts realm

Yun'er was not as skilled as he was; while helping her circulate her energy, he could still engage in conversation. He focused his mind to gather the true energy within his body, which was as fine as silk, and then dispersed it to all the vital points throughout his body. In less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. When he finally opened his eyes after completing the exercise, he was already exhausted, panting heavily, feeling weak and sore. He felt a warm sensation throughout his body, with his hands and feet pleasantly warm, and an overall feeling of comfort akin to the gentle warmth of spring, indescribably soothing and enjoyable.

Yun'er was so angry that her face turned red. Hmph, how could he insult her by saying she was neither male nor female, half human and half demon? Such words are truly vicious! She rolled up her sleeves, ready to argue, who was afraid of whom? Looking at him with a strange smile, she said slowly: "Oh, I see, it turns out you are blind, which is why you only disrespect men and not women!"

She felt as if her mouth was on fire, and hurriedly took a sip of cold tea before saying: "What kind of person is that chaotic demon king, that even Wei Sikong has to listen to him?"

Yun'er rolled her eyes and said, "Hey, how could you forget? The moment I made a move, I broke that piece of junk you bought with your entire fortune." Dongfang Qi awkwardly replied, "Actually, that sword isn't as useless as you think. I specifically asked Master Wu the blacksmith to forge it. It can kill without shedding blood, as easy as slicing vegetables. The problem is that the sword in his hand is just too powerful."

Dongfang Qi couldn't help but smile when she heard her refer to that Young Master Yan as the "Worldly Demon King" and said, "I fear he has an even greater background than Wei Sikong. Look at the few guards under him, each one is extraordinary, able to take on ten. He himself is also a martial arts expert, keeping a low profile. Do you still remember the sword he wore at his waist during 'The Wild Goose Comes to Visit'?"

Yun'er made a face at his departing back, hmpf—did he think she was easy to bully! Wei Sikong looked at her with a smile, "He has always had the wind at his back and the rain at his command since childhood; very few have the audacity to stir up trouble under the nose of a powerful figure. I have never seen him look so aggrieved before." Yun'er waved her hand dismissively and said, "Oh, it's just a matter of getting used to it; the first time is unfamiliar, the second time is familiar, and soon it won't be strange at all." Hmpf, at most he is just a spoiled young master who is used to being overbearing, all show and no substance.

Yun'er yawned and said, "I won't leave. You go ahead, I will find a way to get out myself."

Dongfang Qi nodded with a smile and said, "It couldn't be better that you think this way—by the way, what happened to the injuries on your body? Were you beaten? Who did this to you?" Yun'er tugged at his sleeve, her face filled with sorrow, and said, "I was given twenty big lashes. You hear, my voice is still hoarse now; I cried out when I was being beaten, it hurt so much."

Wei Sikong, seeing her in such distress, hurriedly said: "You must endure for a moment; I will call the doctor right away." As he walked, he thought to himself, given her condition, could it be that she has suffered from internal injuries due to cold poison? However, apart from her body being as cold as ice, her pulse was steady, and her qi and blood were flowing smoothly, showing no signs of injury at all

Yun'er lowered her head and after a while said: "Dongfang, I know you care for me. As for other matters, I can't even recall them, no matter how much I think about it. This is fine; let it be as if I have been reborn. Ha, just think about it, living once more than others is indeed a tremendous fortune"

Yun'er only felt that he was like a pot of fire, akin to a drowning person grasping at a straw, unwilling to let go, and instead becoming more fervent. Her hands were groping all over him in a chaotic manner, desperately seeking warmth. In her daze, she forgot where she was, mistaking him for Dongfang Qi. In her heart, she scolded him, thinking that she was about to freeze into an ice person, wondering why he had not yet used his energy to dispel the cold for her, as if he wanted her to freeze to death. Her hands were both touching and pinching, showing no mercy at all.