Chapter 2, Seek Me

Leng Feiyan was about to speak when over there, "Master" shouted, "What is it?!"

That night, Zuo Canglang had already fallen asleep, but was awakened by a strange sound. She tilted her ear to listen for a while, feeling it was peculiar—this... sounded like crying. The entire orphan camp had not heard crying for a long time. Perhaps the crybabies had gradually disappeared.

Perhaps influenced by the seriousness in her eyes, Murong Yan slowly said: "Alright, I accept"

She gathered some rhododendron leaves, and Yang Lianting chewed the leaves into a paste and applied it to the wound, then tore a strip of cloth to bandage it. Zuo Canglang helped him up, but he pushed her hand away and said, "I can do it myself"

He needs to see a doctor; at the very least, some medicine to reduce the fever would suffice. ... But here ...? ... Who has seen a doctor?

On that day, the "master" arranged for the children to practice sparring, coincidentally pairing Yang Lianting with Leng Feiyan. Leng Feiyan was not someone who would show mercy. Her strikes were as swift as lightning, and Yang Lianting was no match for her, quickly becoming flustered and retreating step by step. Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Zuo Canglang drew his bow and shot an arrow. Leng Feiyan was furious, swinging her long sword to deflect the arrow and glaring at Zuo Canglang. Zuo Canglang calmly met her gaze, and the young ones had long been accustomed to reading the room, leaving a moment of silence.

Zuo Canglang's body stiffened, and she felt that hand sliding into her collar. She trembled slightly, wanting to evade, but ultimately did not move. The sensation was like a slug crawling over her, leaving behind a cold and disgusting slime

The left gray wolf tightly gripped the corner of his clothing with his right hand; she was not surprised by such a demand. She had always known what kind of people these "masters" were and how cruel they could be. The children who starved to death here were like starving wild dogs, and even burial was a luxury.

Leng Feiyan seemed to be taken aback by her ability to hold on for so long, and she pressed forward even more. Suddenly, there was a sound behind her; Leng Feiyan turned around and struck with her sword, only to be met with a cloud of dust! Caught off guard, she was hit in the face, and her anger flared. With a swift motion, she thrust her sword, piercing through Yang Lianting, who had thrown sand at her from behind.

She was sent to the orphan camp, where she called several unfamiliar men "Master" and began to learn martial arts and literacy. Gradually, she also came to know that person's name—Murong Yan. The second prince of the Great Yan Kingdom, his status was so noble that they could only kneel in reverence and could not look him in the eye

She rolled away from the book, creating some distance. However, before she could take down her bow and arrows, Leng Feiyan had already climbed up again. The two of them became entangled in a fierce battle, and the masters did not intend to intervene. For them, whether someone was added or removed from this place was not a matter of importance

In the evening, after Zuo Canglang finished her training and returned to the dormitory, she heard someone knocking on the window. She leaned her head out and was surprised to see that boy standing outside. She asked, "What is it?"

In the camp, besides her, there is another person who is not worth provoking, also a girl, named Leng Feiyan. She is a maniac who practices for nine hours every day, and with her exceptional talent, even the entire orphan camp, including the 'master', would not easily offend her

Zuo Canglang said: "It's just a practice session, is it really necessary to draw blood?"

She turned around and happened to see Leng Feiyan, who had come following the sound. Their gazes met for just a moment before both looked away. They were not friends, but for the time being, they were not enemies either. They did not greet each other; Leng Feiyan merely glanced at the boy, shrugged, and turned back to the dormitory

From the very first day that Zuo Canglang arrived here, the competition has never ceased. The "masters" taught them a way of competing that is harsh yet effective—over three hundred children, with food provided for only half of them. Any minor injury or illness would put them at a greater disadvantage, ultimately leading to their gradual elimination

However, over here, Zuo Canglang had already escaped from his predicament, with a long arrow in hand, aiming directly at her with a shot. She closed her eyes and swung her sword to evade, but Zuo Canglang's arrows were powerful; with three arrows released, the last one struck her squarely in the chest. Leng Feiyan understood what it meant to be injured here, and at that moment, she no longer dared to act recklessly and turned to flee.

Upon leaving the small schoolyard, Yang Lianting remarked, "Leng Feiyan is quite formidable." Zuo Canglang remained silent, prompting him to continue, "I fear she will not let this matter rest so easily."

The left gray wolf brought him food every day and taught him martial arts daily. He was quite diligent, gradually catching up day by day. The two soon became inseparable.

She had forgotten her own name, only remembering that she was born in a small village by the mountains, her father having passed away early, and she had a gentle yet timid mother. She should have the surname Bai, or perhaps it was something like Bai? She truly could not recall, but whatever it was no longer mattered; she had acquired a new name—Zuo Canglang. It was not a name befitting a girl, for when individuals saw her, they could not discern whether she was male or female.

In fact, there is not entirely no way out. She pursed her lips and resolutely approached the row of brand new dormitories. Inside the room, several "masters" were drinking. Zuo Canglang stood by the table, realizing for the first time how difficult it was to ask for help. She made a great effort to lower her head and said, "Master, Yang Lianting has been injured and has been suffering from a high fever. Please... save him."

A few men, upon hearing this, seemed to feel as if they were drunk. Someone laughed heartily and said, "Are you... asking for help like this? If you want to ask for help, you need to have the proper demeanor for it. Do I really have to teach you this too?"

Sometimes, people are unable to communicate with one another, let alone inquire about each other's names. For once conversation begins, there will be a bond formed, and the other person will be regarded as a living counterpart. Zuo Canglang knows this is a mistake, yet she still asked, "What is your name?"

Other children do not easily provoke her. Growing up in the mountains, she is not only physically strong and agile in her movements, but her archery skills are also exceptionally precise, hitting the target from a hundred paces is no exaggeration. Especially after she injured two children who tried to snatch her food, everyone tacitly acknowledged that she was a species not worth provoking.

Zuo Canglang knelt down on one knee and said, "I implore all masters, please save Yang Lianting"

She raised her head, looked directly into his eyes, and said word by word: "All of it, my entire being!"

Moments later, she slowly unfastened her belt, revealing her white undergarment. Several men chuckled, and someone softly remarked, "Perhaps we should not go too far?" After all, she was brought by His Highness, and they might have to work together in the future

He lowered his head to look at her, using his toes to lift her chin, and asked softly: "Beg me? What do you have to beg me with?"

The boy handed her a small cloth pouch and said, "Inside are phoenix grass and green wood fragrance, which are used to repel snakes." Left Canglang was taken aback and asked, "Why are you giving me this?" After a moment's thought, he asked again, "Do you understand herbal medicine?"

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and the wind brought in sunlight, scattering the scent of wine. Zuo Canglang raised his head and saw a figure at the doorway; his stature was tall and straight, his black clothing blurred by tears, swirling and billowing like the shadow of a devil under the full moon

The boy said: "My surname is Yang, and my name is Yang Lianting"

He is trembling in fear, even his voice is shaking— in such an environment, no one would want a severely injured companion on the brink of death, right? Zuo Canglang pretended not to notice He Tushu's arrival and said: "Hmm"

Zuo Canglang brought him food, but he was in a state of oblivion and could no longer swallow anything. Zuo Canglang left his dormitory, with such a high fever persisting, it wouldn't be long before he would die, would it

The left gray wolf walked out, actually it was completely unnecessary to care, it was just the death of one person. She stood next to a round wooden pillar, noticing the small holes eaten by insects on it, and recalled him trembling as he said, "I don't think my injury is serious."

My Lord! She knelt down, crawling a few steps to his front. A flash of murderous intent appeared in Murong Yan's eyes, yet he was astonished by her speed in evading that sword. After a moment's thought, he refrained from striking. That small hand tugged at the corner of his garment, and its owner spoke in a low, hoarse voice: "My Lord, I beg you, please save Yang Lianting."

Zuo Canglang was taken aback, only to see a flash of cold light in his hand as the sword passed. The four people in the room were still unaware of what had happened, slowly collapsing. Then blood spurted! It was Murong Yan! Zuo Canglang leaped up, dodging the sword light, and then quickly gathered his clothes.

The left gray wolf released the boy, but he did not come down; he simply said: "My father, my mother, and my sister all died. It was just this noon"

Before long, a master came over and shouted from a distance. Leaving the dormitory at night would result in severe punishment if discovered. These "masters" are said to be from the underworld, with peculiar temperaments, and many children have perished at their hands. Zuo Canglang did not know what he was thinking; he stepped forward two paces to scoop up the boy and leaped onto the tree. The boy was also stunned; although he had just arrived, he was aware of the rules here. Zuo Canglang did not know what he was thinking; he stepped forward two paces to scoop up the boy and leaped onto the tree. The boy was also stunned; although he had just arrived, he was aware of the rules here. A "master" passed under the tree, not looking up to search, and quickly left.

The man laughed heartily, and a pair of hands gently rested on her shoulders, whispering drunkenly: "The way you barged into our room and presented yourself in such a submissive manner... it truly... easily leads one to misunderstand."

Zuo Canglang glanced at him and said, "I do not intend to know your matters." The boy was taken aback, and she added, "No one here will care about these things." After saying this, she threw him down from the tree. Something slid past on the tree; Zuo Canglang's body stiffened slightly as she slowly looked up. She saw a snake coiled on a branch, seemingly disturbed by them, peering out.

Humiliation and anger made her tremble like a fallen leaf, countless times wanting to leave this place! But m.... hetushucomcom is, no ... . ... perhaps it is better not to leave, to go back and watch Yang Lianting slowly die? In the future, I will also hate myself for not being able to persevere at this moment, won't I?

Zuo Canglang put away his bow and arrows and stepped forward to help Yang Lianting up. Yang Lianting was bleeding profusely; he pressed one hand against his wound, his consciousness still relatively clear, and said softly: "I... I feel that my injury is not serious..." He looked up at Zuo Canglang, his eyes filled with hope: "As long as you can find me some cuckoo leaves, I will be able to stop the bleeding first..."

From then on, Zuo Canglang had an additional little tail. She had to spend time teaching him some basic martial arts and helping him snatch some food. After being here for more than two years, she had gained a companion. Yang Lianting's ancestors had been physicians for generations, but his father, Yang Jinyu, had taken up an official position. Unfortunately, one day they were accused of a crime, and the entire family was executed. Murong Yan believed that Yang Lianting had good potential, so he saved him and brought him here. However, no one paid attention to how this young master, who had been raised in luxury since childhood, would survive in this environment. Murong Yan believed that Yang Lianting had good potential, so he saved him and brought him here. However, no one paid attention to how this young master, who had been raised in luxury since childhood, would survive in this environment.

Tears slowly welled in her eyelashes, and she swallowed them back gradually. A pair of hands wandered on her back, exposing the wounds inflicted by Leng Feiyan to the eyes of many. She closed her eyes, gently gritted her teeth, believing that everything would pass. I can endure humiliation and bear burdens, I can bow and scrape. Regardless of whether he lives or dies, at least I have done my best. A drop of tear fell to the ground, and she felt disgusted. Wasn't it already decided?! Who are you crying for in such weakness?! Regardless of whether he lives or dies, at least I have done my best. A drop of tear fell to the ground, and she felt disgusted. Wasn't it already decided?! Who are you crying for in such weakness?!

She cast a glance at Zuo Canglang and did not speak again. These people were neither their fathers nor their mothers; no one would seek justice for them.

Left Canglang was entangled by the sword light of Leng Feiyan. Although both entered the camp around the same time, in terms of talent and effort, Leng Feiyan was undoubtedly superior to her. Leng Feiyan's moves were fierce, and in just a moment, Left Canglang's right hand was already stained with blood

A face reeking of alcohol leaned close to hers, its lips brushing against her earlobe. A voice softly whispered in her ear: "Good girl, that's right. Come on, be a little more honest."

The left gray wolf's lips had completely faded of color, and with gritted teeth, he spat onto the ground: "Please save Yang Lianting, I... I am willing to fulfill any request from my masters"

The next day, when Zuo Canglang got up to practice in the morning, he encountered that boy again. As expected, he had not managed to grab a steamed bun; Zuo Canglang merely glanced at him and chose not to pay further attention. Here, sympathy is such a luxury. The boy started two years later than everyone else, yet the "masters" had no intention of teaching him anything individually. He could only attend classes with the others, and during practice sessions, he was bullied by the other children. The boy started two years later than everyone else, yet the "masters" had no intention of teaching him anything individually. He could only attend classes with the others, and during practice sessions, he was bullied by the other children

The boy said, "My ancestors were all doctors, you can take it." Zuo Canglang held the simple sachet in his hand, the faint fragrance lingering at his nose

Zuo Canglang and she have always kept their distance, and Leng Feiyan also disdains to provoke her For the time being, they coexist peacefully

Leng Feiyan said: "What do you mean by this?"

The snake, with its black back and green patterns, hissed as it flicked its tongue. The left wolf acted almost instantaneously, swiftly tossing the snake aside. It clumsily descended from the tree and darted into the dormitory

Every time food is snatched, it deprives a companion of the chance to survive. Although some children form groups to seize more food, in reality, there are no companions among these people. Zuo Canglang never remembers their names, for no one knows who will be absent tomorrow. She does not make friends, nor does she ever seek to please those so-called "masters." She is like a solitary wolf, quietly leaving once she has gathered enough food for herself. She does not make friends, nor does she ever seek to please those so-called "masters." She is like a solitary wolf, quietly leaving once she has gathered enough food for herself

Zuo Canglang then said, "That is my concern." She strode forward, and Yang Lianting silently followed behind, not saying another word

For many years, the Great Yan has been plagued by war and famine, and every child here is an orphan. By a stroke of luck, he saved them and provided shelter for them here

She sat up, left the dormitory, and under the pomegranate tree outside, there sat a little boy. The boy was about six or seven years old, more frail than children of the same age, but his skin was fair and delicate, clearly indicating that he was the son of a wealthy family. Zuo Canglang stood by for a while but did not approach. Children like this generally do not survive more than three days here, so there was no need to pay attention to him

In the afternoon, the "masters" brought everyone out. The orphan camp was hidden in a desolate mountain, where they often taught everyone how to set traps or ambush and kill. Zuo Canglang and Yang Lianting were in a group, setting up traps, when suddenly they heard a rush of wind approaching from behind. Zuo Canglang lowered her head and saw Leng Feiyan's sword sweeping past her head like a swift wind

His appearance of gritting his teeth and enduring was both stubborn and strong. Zuo Canglang followed behind him, saying nothing. However, the next day, he developed a high fever. Zuo Canglang sat in front of his bed and saw that his entire face was burning red, his lips cracked, and sometimes he would talk nonsense. The nonsense was nothing new; he just kept calling out for his father, mother, and sister