Chapter Nine: Enemies Do Not Gather Without Reason

He sweated profusely from practicing swordsmanship, feeling extremely refreshed, and as a result, he had a dreamless night, sleeping very soundly

His gaze turned cold as he stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "What did you say?"

He hurriedly took the mirror, looked at himself, and angrily threw it on the ground, "Feng Chen, never deliver food to that crazy woman again, let her starve to death!"

After thinking for a moment, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let's withdraw, this matter ends here." Since the other party had no ulterior motives, there was no need for him to pursue relentlessly

Young Master Yan vented all his anger onto the sword, not only cutting down countless flowers, plants, and trees, as well as rocks and artificial hills, but also breaking several swords in the process. Feng, Chen, Chu, Wei, Jiang, Shen, Han, and Yang looked at the broken swords in their hands, their faces filled with sorrow as they said: "Young Master, you have broken our swords again; this is the third time. We can no longer dare to practice swordsmanship with you in the future." Young Master Yan let out a long sigh, looked at the mess on the ground, and felt his mood improve. He patted Feng and Chen on the shoulder and said: "Alright, alright, why the long faces? I will compensate you."

He leaped down, and the fragrance became even more intense. Raising his eyes, he noticed a wisp of blue smoke rising from deep within the flowers and trees, gradually dissipating into nothingness under the bright sunlight, so he took a step forward to seek it out

Yun'er rushed in front of him like the wind, standing on tiptoe and shouting: "What’s the matter, what’s the matter? I just won’t go back, I just won’t go back. If you have the ability, come and force me, come on, come on!" She was making a scene, her demeanor arrogant. Seeing him flustered, retreating a few steps with a look of confusion, she couldn't help but feel delighted. It turned out that he truly liked men, avoiding women like they were venomous snakes and scorpions. Feeling even more pleased, she deliberately moved closer, their clothes almost touching, and seriously declared: "I announce that from today on, I will be living here. This spring is officially renamed 'Yun Spring'. Anyone who wants to come can come, making it very convenient. Oh, by the way, you go back and tell your guard Feng Chen to bring the meals here. You take care now, I won’t see you off."

Yun'er simply sat down on the nearby rock, shaking her head and saying, "I will never go back to that cursed place!"

"You say that what is here is yours, so it is yours? Has it been labeled? Has it been signed? Is there a clear prohibition against entry? Not only have you violated me, but you have also injured me. I will not leave, I will not leave!" She simply resorted to being unreasonable and throwing a tantrum.

Hello, can you please be reasonable? Who wants to assassinate you? That sword was thrown as collateral for the innkeeper's meal money, and you actually broke it with one strike. I haven't even asked you for compensation yet, and you are the one making accusations first! As if I have nothing better to do than to run off and try to assassinate you!

She angrily said, "As a grown man, how can you be so petty? Where have I offended you? You are always threatening to hit or kill me, and now you even refuse to let me eat!" It would have been better if she hadn't said anything, but once she did, he became even angrier, "You still ask me where you have offended me? The moment we met, you wanted to attack me. If it weren't for my quick reflexes—"

Upon hearing the words "impropriety," Young Master Yan felt a surge of anger rising within him, as both new grievances and old resentments flooded his heart. In a cold voice, he said, "Impropriety? Very well, I shall show you impropriety today, so that I may not have borne this accusation in vain." He reached out to grab her, but as soon as his fingers touched her icy, silken arm, she slipped away like an elusive loach, instantly diving into the depths of the water, leaving no trace behind, only the rippling waves.

Young Master Yan heard it from afar, trembling with anger. He indeed favored brightly colored garments, such as crimson, deep purple, and bright yellow, and he also had a penchant for precious items, thus everything he used was exquisite. He was determined to keep her for a lifetime, day by day wearing down her sharp edges and arrogance, to see how long she could flaunt her claws and fangs!

He was furious and got up, still shaken, gritting his teeth and saying: "I really should just kill you with one slap!" How ridiculous that he had just been worried about her life; he truly was unwell! Yun'er made a face at him, saying, "If you kill me, I won't let you off the hook even as a ghost, I'll haunt you every day—ah, I die such a miserable death, give me back my life..." She stretched out her hands, rolled her eyes, and pretended to be a zombie.

He let out a grunt and said, "Then it has nothing to do with me"

"Why should I leave? This is my place!" He glared at her with an air of arrogance, showing no intention of leaving. When Yun'er saw him suddenly stand up, she gasped and covered her eyes, turning away and unreasonably saying, "Even if it's your place, get lost!" Young Master Yan was infuriated, stepping closer to her, and said fiercely, "This is a forbidden area, don't you know? Trespassing on the dead!"

Yun'er poked her head out from the other side, keeping her distance, and shouted angrily: "You despicable and shameless scoundrel, wanting to kill me upon our first meeting! When you failed to kill me, you sent troops to capture me, beating me to the point of being bruised and battered, and not only that, you harbored ulterior motives to violate me. Now, with one palm strike, you have left me half-dead and covered in wounds. As a weak woman who cannot even tie up a chicken, what enmity do I have with you that warrants such treatment? Well, haven't you always wanted to kill me? Come on then, I am unarmed and at your mercy, so do as you please!" The more she spoke, the angrier she became. Her face grew redder, and coupled with her being completely undressed, she was filled with rage and humiliation—how could she continue to live after such disgrace? Anger surged from her heart, and malice arose in her courage. ... She simply walked through the water, "Aren't you trying to violate me? Come on, come on, who is afraid of whom!" She splashed and struck, water splattering everywhere... Her teeth bared, her face a mask of ferocity. She simply walked through the water, "Aren't you trying to violate me? Come on, come on, who is afraid of whom!" She splashed and struck, water splattering everywhere... Her teeth bared, her face a mask of ferocity.

He was enraged, grabbing her shoulder with one hand and shouting, "Get lost!" Yun'er cried out in pain, as his grip landed right on her injured spot. He kicked and cursed, "You shameless person, specifically bullying women!" Her ten fingers clawed and scratched at his face, completely disregarding her image. He felt a slight sting on his right cheek, which only fueled his anger, "You are the one who is shameless!" He lifted her up in a horizontal embrace, raised her high over his shoulder, and forcefully threw her into the water

Feng Chen immediately understood that the scar on the master's face was closely related to the so-called "her". He nodded in agreement but found it quite strange. Wasn't the master supposed to go to the hot springs in the back mountain as usual? How did it get tied to her, who was confined in the Taoist temple? Looking at the situation, it seemed that the two of them had some unclear connection.

Yun'er suddenly emerged from beneath his feet, her long, waterfall-like black hair cascading down over her face. Dressed in white, she appeared at first glance in the dim night as a faceless ghost, terrifying in the extreme. She stretched out her hands, moving them back and forth, wailing: "I died such a tragic death... give me back my life..."

He impatiently, and somewhat awkwardly, said: "Eastern Abandon!"

After a few days of rare tranquility, he suddenly felt a sense of unease, as if everything around him was amiss. He was quite troubled and decided to seek out Wei Sikong to discuss some issues regarding swordsmanship. However, he learned from a maid that Wei Sikong had matters to attend to and had left early in the morning. Upon returning, he appeared somewhat discontented. After lunch, feeling even more bored, he suddenly thought of Yun'er. He wondered how she was faring alone on the mountain, whether she was alive or dead. It might be worthwhile to see her miserable state; perhaps she was kneeling on the ground begging for his help at that very moment. The mere thought of this invigorated him, and he immediately cast aside all his previous troubles.

Young Master Yan glared at her, filled with both anger and fury, his grip involuntarily loosening. Marry her? Bah—"You shameless woman, dream on!" He was going mad; how could there be such a brazen woman in the world, who would say anything without restraint? She coughed repeatedly, yet did not forget to retort: "At least that's better than you!" No matter what, it was far better than his preference for men.

Young Master Yan, dressed neatly, came out with a cold expression and asked, "How did you find this place?" She shook her head and replied, "I just found it casually." He snorted and said, "No matter how you found your way here, you are not allowed to come again in the future. I will let you off this time, but it will not happen again." Seeing her look unconcerned and indifferent, he could not help but shout, "Why aren't you quickly returning to the temple to reflect on your mistakes!"

He was furious, "You might as well prepare to live on this mountain for the rest of your life!" Such a person is completely unreasonable; he must be insane to be entangled with her. He shook his sleeves and left.

Wasn't her swimming ability quite good just now? She dove from one end to the other. Suddenly, I recalled something; it is said that those who drown are often excellent swimmers, as they are overconfident and thus become careless. I urgently said: "Hey, hey, hey... if you keep pretending to be dead, if you keep pretending to be dead—" I found myself at a loss for how to threaten her.

He made a disgusting expression, "Get lost, go die!" He no longer had the strength to entangle with her, his clothes clinging to his body, heavy and uncomfortable, as he gasped for breath while climbing up. The scene just now had truly shocked him, and he couldn't help but glance at her. With disheveled hair, her wet strands clung to her scalp and draped over her body, and she was actually wearing white clothes, resembling a ghost of a drowned woman.

Upon hearing the noise, the person became fully alert, channeling energy into their palms, and approached step by step, ominously asking: "Who is there? Show yourself!" With a swift strike towards the darkness, they instantly stirred up a tremendous wave, surging and rolling.

Feng Chen lowered his head and, after a while, could not help but ask: "Young Master, are you really not going to send her any food?"

The most beautiful scenery is often right beside you; it is just that you have never taken the time to discover it

Little did he know that the young master Yan touched the droplets of water splashed on his face. Seeing her in such a state, he was instead frightened and took two steps back, exclaiming, "Ah—you're insane, only a ghost would dare to violate you!" As if unable to escape, he hastily grabbed the clothes by the shore, threw them on, and dashed into the wooden house, muttering to himself, "Insane, insane, it must be madness!" He had never seen a woman who actively sought to be violated; this world has truly turned upside down.

Young Master Yan waited for a while, and seeing the water surface calm and undisturbed, he thought to himself: "Could it be that she really drowned?" An inexplicable anxiety began to rise within him. Although he often angrily declared that he would kill her, he had always shown mercy each time; otherwise, how could she have survived to this day? Approaching the water's edge for a closer look, beneath the dense mountain shadows, he could only see a vast expanse of faint starlight reflecting a dim glow. He shouted: "Hey—stop pretending to be dead!" His voice echoed in the silent valley, the lingering sound persisting for a long time, and the echo of "Dead, dead—" made his expression change.

Yun'er opened her mouth and then closed it again, murmuring softly: "Hmph, narrow-minded, vengeful, it's just a trivial matter, yet you can't let it go, brooding over it, lacking any grace at all." She then said loudly: "Who told you not to clarify things and to resort to killing at the slightest provocation!"

Feng Chen and others still wore a troubled expression, "Young Master, it took great effort for me to master this sword, yet you have broken it. We, your subordinates, possess limited martial skills and are no match for you. If you wish to practice swordsmanship, it would be better to seek out Young Hero Wei. The Qingfeng Sword in Young Hero Wei's hand is as swift as lightning, capable of cutting through gold and jade, and will surely provide you with great enjoyment."

"Who?" Feng Chen was taken aback, momentarily at a loss, with a bewildered expression on his face.

At the moment she was gazing around, the other party silently approached from behind her. By the time she sensed the movement of the water and felt the breath nearby, it was already too late. The opponent struck with a powerful palm, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, as if to split mountains and shatter rocks. With her life hanging by a thread, she could no longer afford to feel embarrassed, and with a loud cry of "Ah—", she raised her hands to protect her head and face, exclaiming, "Don't hit, don't hit, it's me—"

Who else could come here to bathe in the dead of night besides the owner of "Falling Flower Courtyard," Young Master Yan

A person strolled to the hot spring, yet saw no one around. He wondered if she had gone back to the temple at the mountain top. Just as he was about to search, a rich fragrance wafted through the air, extremely enticing. He sniffed deeply, as if it was coming from behind a giant rock. Looking up at the height of the rock, he picked up a branch and threw it into the water, channeling his energy into his dantian. He leaped onto the branch, and in an instant, like a dragonfly touching the water, he skimmed through the air. Before the branch could sink, he had already taken a breath, using the momentum to leap up. His toes touched the giant rock, and with a spin, he landed lightly and silently, standing elegantly atop the rock. The entire movement was crisp and smooth, flowing like water, as if it were a natural occurrence. Coupled with his red lips, white teeth, handsome features, wide sleeves, and flowing garments billowing in the wind, he appeared extraordinarily graceful in that moment.

Ah! What are you doing—" Before the words were finished, there was a loud "bang—" and Yun'er sank heavily to the bottom of the water, stirring up towering waves, yet she did not surface for a long time.

Upon hearing a familiar voice, the other party quickly reined in their horse at the cliff's edge. However, the palm strike that had already been unleashed could not be retracted. They could only adjust slightly, but in that moment, they were unable to control their force, and it struck her shoulder, creating a splash resembling a white ribbon. Although the water flow diminished most of the power behind the strike, it was still too much for Yun'er to bear. She was repeatedly forced backward by the impact, and with a loud crash, she collided with a rock submerged in the water. Pain shot through her body, her vision filled with golden stars, and within her, a tumultuous wave surged, causing her blood to rise. Unable to endure it any longer, she spat out a small mouthful of fresh blood. Although the water flow diminished most of the power behind the strike, it was still too much for Yun'er to bear. She was repeatedly forced backward by the impact, and with a loud crash, she collided with a rock submerged in the water. Pain shot through her body, her vision filled with golden stars, and within her, a tumultuous wave surged, causing her blood to rise. Unable to endure it any longer, she spat out a small mouthful of fresh blood.

Yun'er scolded his back: "It's one thing for a grown man to look like a woman, but to make matters worse, he likes to wear red and green, just like a woman. It's only a step away from putting on makeup. It's disgusting, simply sick!"

He was so angry that he jumped up and actually blamed it on him, "Very well, I will tell the people below that no one is allowed to bring food up here"

The young master Yan was forced back against a rock, realizing too late that there was no way to retreat from this inexplicable, mentally unstable madwoman! With a fierce glare, she said menacingly, "I will kill you!" As she lunged forward, she grabbed her by the neck, her grip tightening. Yun'er rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, thinking quickly in a moment of desperation, she hurriedly said, "Men and women should not touch each other; you have touched my skin, so from now on, you must marry me... cough, cough..."

Yun'er, feeling utterly helpless and angry, exclaimed: "What else can you do besides bullying others with your power?" She then coldly laughed and added: "Oh, right, you also know how to harass others!"

When Young Master Yan saw his strange expression, he said displeasedly: "What kind of expression is that?"

Young Master Yan returned to his room and fetched a set of deep purple long robes. Seeing her still in the water, he said, "If you want to be a water ghost, feel free to do so." He could not be bothered with her, and as he spoke, he lifted his foot to descend the mountain. She caught sight of the sword hanging at his waist, her black and white eyes spinning wildly. She swallowed hard and looked up, saying, "I already said, I will not return to that gloomy Taoist temple; I will stay here."

He furrowed his brows and said, "What if his Qingfeng Sword gets broken? Wouldn't he come after me in a fit of rage?" Wei Sikong had a connection with Sun Yiming's Qingfeng Sword, so he dared not take that risk. Thinking of Sun Yiming, he couldn't help but let out a sigh; this person had been dead for several years, yet Wei Sikong still remembered him fondly. Not long ago was his memorial day, and Wei Sikong traveled a great distance to his birthplace in Huzhou to pay his respects. This sentiment is both commendable and lamentable.

He was angry, "Do I need to say it a second time? Do not speak to her, do not deliver food to her, do not let her escape, do you understand?"

Feng Chen was suddenly taken aback when his master inquired about this. He raised his head and stole a glance at him, and to his surprise, he exclaimed, "Young Master, what happened to your face?" A long, thin red mark extended from the left side of his face to the corner of his mouth, as if it had been scratched by something, standing out distinctly against his jade-like complexion.

She floated weakly in the water, her breath faint. Fortunately, the warm spring water quickly soothed the pain in her right shoulder, making it bearable. After she managed to suppress the turbulent blood within her, she trembled as she pointed her finger and angrily said, "You, you, you—" Raising her eyes, she saw his bare chest and immediately flushed red, turning her head away and stamping her foot, saying, "You shameless!" The more she thought about it, the more she felt wronged; not only had she been taken advantage of, but she had also inexplicably received a slap. She cursed angrily, "Get lost, get lost, go as far away as you can!"

Young Master Yan touched the wound on his face, feeling irritable and restless. He drew the Longquan sword from his waist and said, "I won't sleep anymore; accompany me to the backyard to practice swordsmanship." He could only nod in agreement.

The more I think about it, the more likely it seems. Otherwise, why would he spend all day with Wei Sikong? Moreover, there are no personal maids or servants by his side, only guards. Suddenly enlightened, it must be this way; that is why he dislikes women and always makes things difficult for her. Furthermore, he might secretly have a crush on Wei Sikong but is too afraid to express it, leading to psychological issues and a strange, eccentric personality. Instantly lifting her head, she thought, "Hmph, then why should I be afraid of him!"

Feng Chen then understood that the "she" referred to Yun'er, and hurriedly bowed to respond: "Not yet. My subordinates have been sending people to guard at Sai Huatuo's house all day, but there has been no movement."

Feng Chen took three steps back, repeatedly saying, "I understand, I understand." He couldn't help but shiver; it was as if he had been hit by explosives just at the mention of her name. He quickly changed the subject: "Young Master, the bed has been made. You should retire for the night."

Well, let us consider the assassination as a misunderstanding. What about at 'Tianxiang Courtyard'? Was that also a misunderstanding? Just thinking about it fills me with rage, a profound humiliation in my life

Yun'er was startled by his sudden act of fleeing, staring wide-eyed for a long time without being able to speak. After a while, she disdainfully remarked, "Hmph, so he is just a silver-plated gun barrel, good-looking but useless!" After finding her clothes wrapped in oiled paper in the haystack, she slowly put them on and tilted her head, saying, "That's not right!" Under normal circumstances, there was no way she could have escaped this calamity, unless he was not a normal man. Suddenly, she clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Ah, could it be that he also likes men?" After slowly putting on her clothes, she tilted her head again and said, "That's not right!" Under normal circumstances, there was no way she could have escaped this calamity, unless he was not a normal man. Suddenly, she clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Ah, could it be that he also likes men?"

Young Master Yan returned to his residence in a fit of anger. Feng Chen hurriedly followed behind, noticing that his expression seemed unfavorable, and cautiously said: "Young Master, it is late at night, you should rest now." He nodded expressionlessly and suddenly asked: "Is there any news about the man who was with her?"

Yun'er clearly heard that strange and sarcastic voice, and couldn't help but silently lament. It is often said that enemies meet on narrow roads, but it shouldn't be so narrow as to be in such a bare confrontation, right? She dove into the water, swiftly swimming to the depths to evade his fierce palm strike. After a while without hearing any movement, she cautiously poked her head above the water, unsure of where he was, her eyes searching everywhere. Oh, where had she thrown her clothes just now? Why couldn't she see them? Her only wish now was to put on her clothes and escape.

Yun'er forcefully slapped the surface of the water, creating a series of splashes. Hmph, she must steal the Longquan Sword, and she waved her fist at the night sky

He said irritably, "Whatever." He did not believe that she could really live in the water all year round, did he truly think of himself as a drowned female ghost! Yun'er quickly interjected, "Alright, you agreed, a gentleman's word is his bond—oh, by the way, don't forget to have someone bring food over.

As he gazed out, he discovered another world behind the rocks. A crystal-clear stream rushed down along the mountainside, flanked by densely growing trees, fragrant grass, and a profusion of fallen blossoms. The roadside was adorned with unknown wildflowers, a riot of red and white, beautifully set against the lush green grass. The scene was truly enchanting, and as the wind passed, it seemed to carry a soft, sweet fragrance. He couldn't help but exclaim that although this villa belonged to him and he often came to enjoy the hot springs, he had never realized that such a picturesque view lay behind the rocks, a hidden paradise.

He was caught completely off guard and screamed, "Ah—" His face instantly turned pale under the faint moonlight. Yun'er grabbed his foot and pulled hard, causing him to tumble headfirst into the water, face down, swallowing two mouthfuls of water and choking violently. Yun'er immediately swam far away, and upon seeing this, clapped her hands and laughed heartily, "Hahaha... serves you right!"