Chapter 3: Acquaintance

The left gray wolf finally became furious: "What does that have to do with me! You really dare to overstep your bounds!" Leng Fei Yan Tian, unashamed, replied: "A debt of kindness is a debt, whether it is one or two. Why not seek you out? Hurry up, hurry up, right here..."

He was taken aback, and before he could turn his head, he suddenly felt a chill at his neck. A bamboo arrow pierced through his throat from right to left. He couldn't even turn his head, and with a gurgling sound in his throat, he fell to the ground, lifeless. Leng Feiyan gasped for breath, her gaze towards the left Canglang still filled with disbelief—she had actually killed her master

Yang Lianting beside him also took a bun; he is the son of a wealthy family, and even in such a fallen state, he still eats with great elegance. Upon hearing Leng Feiyan's words, he immediately shot her a glare: "How can you, a girl, speak like that!"

Here, anyone who disobeys the master's orders is already guilty of a capital offense! Who dares to entertain thoughts of killing them

Leng Feiyan let out a cold snort and said, "As a girl, I should be pampered and live a life of luxury! But what am I doing now? Squatting here, gnawing on steamed buns and drinking cold water!" After taking a few bites, she continued, "One day, I will master unparalleled martial arts, support the weak, and aid the world!"

She was taking her medicine when there was a sudden slight noise outside. Leng Feiyan put away the medicine bottle and adjusted her clothes. Indeed, someone came in; it was a "master." Leng Feiyan had a beautiful face, the kind that one cannot forget after just one glance. Many had coveted her here, yet she was like a cactus, covered in thorns. Over the years, who here had not been pricked by her?

She is a girl, dressed in gray cloth, with long hair tied up in a high ponytail. Left Canglang

She rolled to evade, the blood from her wound slowly seeping through her clothing, resembling a blooming peony. The pain made her bite her lip, and suddenly she froze. Outside the window stood a figure, ghostly and silent, she did not know how long they had been there.

Zuo Canglang glanced at Yang Lianting, and after a slight hesitation, Leng Feiyan became displeased: "Rest assured, I won't do anything to him!" Yang Lianting edged closer to the wall, distancing herself from her. Upon seeing her complexion while looking at the *illustration* book, she realized that her injuries were serious, and thus nodded slightly to Zuo Canglang.

Sensing the gaze of Zuo Canglang, she frowned and responded coldly. As their eyes met, the surrounding youths instinctively retreated far away. However, Zuo Canglang did not make a move against her; this was the best opportunity to take her life, yet there was a compelling persistence and determination in this person's eyes

She hesitated slightly, but ultimately removed her clothing, cleaned the wound, and reapplied the medicine. The pain was intense as the powder was sprinkled on the wound, causing a sharp agony. Yet, who here has not been injured or endured pain? She pressed her lips tightly together, her gaze indifferent, a teenager displaying an aloofness as if it had nothing to do with her.

The "master" slowly walked over, his tall figure casting a large shadow: "Come, let me see the wound." His voice sounded chilling in the shadow. Leng Fei Yan said, "It's not serious, I can still hold the sword." With her right hand gripping the sword, the "master" let out a cold laugh and suddenly drew the soft sword from his waist, lunging forward fiercely

Zuo Canglang stepped out of Yang Lianting's dormitory and walked a short distance forward, arriving at another person's residence—Leng Feiyan. Leng Feiyan's dormitory was clean and simple, with no excess dust or debris in sight, as if it had never been inhabited. Zuo Canglang stood at the door, and the hostility in Leng Feiyan's gaze was clearly visible: "What do you want?"

Leng Feiyan shrugged and said, "Your Highness, I don't know why either. But if you think about it with your toes, you should realize it's Left Canglang pleading for you." Yang Lianting fell silent, and Leng Feiyan leaned closer, her face full of curiosity, "I mean, what exactly is the relationship between you two that she supports you so much?"

Yang Lianting was slowly stunned, his eyes wide open: "Are they eating people?"

A moment of silence ensued, and Leng Feiyan asked, "How did that Zuo Canglang, who is with you, get in here?" Yang Lianting shook his head, saying, "I don't know; she never talks about these things." After a moment of thought, he asked again, "Who provided us with the healing medicine? These medicinal materials are quite expensive, and even the masters here might not necessarily have access to them."

Leng Feiyan let out a sound, falling silent along with the * picture * book. Yang Lianting turned to her and asked, "What about you? How did you come here?"

Yang Lianting remained silent. Leng Feiyan thought for a moment and suddenly said with a look of disdain: "Could it be that you all... ugh..." Yang Lianting, infuriated, punched her in the chest. Leng Feiyan caught the punch and laughed uncontrollably.

No one understands the force of the arrow shot by Leng Feiyan better than she does. Even if it were aimed at a deer, it should have fallen. Yet, Leng Feiyan did not. She was unaware of when she had removed the arrow, her clothing stained with blood across her chest, yet she pursed her lips, her gaze still sharp. The boy practicing with her was trembling even in his hands.

On the small training ground, it was precisely the time for lessons. The "masters" never cared about who was late or even who did not show up. They only cared about the results; in the end, it was about who was still alive and had become a true strongman. Zuo Canglang returned to his line and, upon turning his head, saw Leng Feiyan, and was momentarily taken aback.

Zuo Canglang glanced at her, turned his head, but looked towards the sky partially obscured by the pomegranate tree outside the window

Yang Lianting said: "Hmm! My father was framed, resulting in the execution of the entire Yang family. Due to my young age, I was sold into slavery by the magistrate. It was His Second Highness who brought me here"

Leng Feiyan squinted her eyes; Zuo Canglang had always been a taciturn person. The two had been in the orphan camp for over two years, yet he had hardly spoken a few words. Unexpectedly, his actions were quite ruthless. Leng Feiyan stood up, and Zuo Canglang was already carrying the corpse outside. Beyond was a desolate mountain, filled with cliffs and traps. It was not difficult to destroy the body and erase the evidence.

In the evening, Zuo Canglang brought food. It was still steamed buns and stuffed buns. Leng Feiyan nibbled on the steamed bun with cold water and asked after a while, "Hey, how did you get here?" Zuo Canglang remained silent, and Leng Feiyan found it uninteresting: "You are just like this, unable to produce even a fart with two sticks."

Even though Leng Feiyan was severely injured, he still did not dare to be careless. With a single strike, he had already exerted all his strength. Leng Feiyan attempted to block with his sword, but the injury to his chest was indeed serious, causing the short sword in his hand to slip away. He could only watch helplessly as the soft sword approached swiftly like a venomous snake flicking its tongue

In the dormitory, Yang had taken medication, and his fever had subsided, but he had not yet regained consciousness. Leng Feiyan nudged him a few times, and seeing that he indeed did not respond, she did not hold back and lay down beside him, though she dared not fall asleep. It is not easy to survive here, so it is better to remain vigilant.

Zuo Canglang walked in from outside, bent down to lift the corpse, glanced at Leng Feiyan, and finally spoke: "The Second Prince has agreed to treat Yang Lianting and has dispatched a doctor for him. You should go to him; the masters may think that he has ordered treatment for both of you, and I believe no one will trouble you any further"

Left Canglang went out, and Leng Feiyan lay back down on the bed. After all, a young person does not hold grudges. The two patients lying on the same bed inevitably chatted a bit. Leng Feiyan spoke to Yang Lianting: "How did you get in here?"

The night was thick as ink, with the occasional sound of insects chirping. Zuo Canglang did not wake her. She sat at the foot of the simple wooden bed, where two people breathed in a light and heavy rhythm, like a symphony. The matter of "Master" being killed, she wondered if it would be exposed. The two people in the room could hardly move, and she could not sleep either, so she simply sat cross-legged, closing her eyes to cultivate her spirit. In a moment, a breeze brushed over the roof, making a rustling sound. The matter of "Master" being killed, she wondered if it would be exposed. The two people in the room could hardly move, and she could not sleep either, so she simply sat cross-legged, closing her eyes to cultivate her spirit. In a moment, a breeze brushed over the roof, making a rustling sound

Neither of the two spoke again. In this Great Yan Kingdom, after so many years of chaos and turmoil, people are no longer like people, and families are no longer like families

Yang Lianting said: "My grandfather is Yang Xuanhe." This name was unfamiliar to Zuo Canglang, who, in the words of Leng Feiyan, was just a "country bumpkin from the mountains," lacking in knowledge. However, upon hearing this name, Leng Feiyan understood immediately: "The divine doctor Yang Xuanhe?"

In the evening, Zuo Canglang stole some food and first went to the Yang Lianting dormitory. Inside, a doctor was already rebandaging his wounds and preparing medicine. The doctor's medicine box was placed aside, filled with various wound treatments. Zuo Canglang casually picked up a few bottles; although the doctor noticed, he was ultimately unwilling to argue with these half-grown children and remained silent

The next day, as dawn broke, Yang Lianting sat up first. As he moved, Zuo Canglang opened his eyes. Yang Lianting looked slightly apologetic and said, "I just wanted to drink some water." Zuo Canglang got up and poured him a bowl of water, which Yang Lianting took in his hands and asked, "How did Leng Feiyan end up here? Who treated my injuries?" Zuo Canglang remained silent. The rooster crowed three times, and people outside had already begun to rise. Leng Feiyan, who had also woken up at some point, suddenly said, "Hey, I'm not going to practice today. Make sure to bring me some breakfast too."

Leng Feiyan gently clenched her right hand, knowing that today could not end peacefully. The children here are being trained for His Highness, the Second Prince Murong Yan, and Leng Feiyan is undoubtedly one of the best among them. The likelihood of her being chosen by the Second Prince is very high. Therefore, if someone has already offended her, it is certainly better for them to keep silent forever.

The "master" walked up to her, his gaze lingering on her bloodstained clothing, and with a slight smile said, "You are injured so severely, why didn't you come to us?"

She gritted her teeth, gripping the sword of her "master" in front of her, the blade cutting into her palm. Her gaze was bloodshot, and her right hand opened like a claw, forcefully plunging into his neck. The "master" was not surprised; everyone here knew how ruthless she was. He tried to pull out the flexible sword with all his might, when suddenly a gust of wind swept in from behind!

Leng Feiyan said: "The flood has claimed the lives of my parents. I was sold to a tavern, where the Second Prince dines." Yang Lianting asked: "A tavern? As a servant?"

Zuo Canglang did not return to Yang Lianting's dormitory. For some reason, she believed in Murong Yan. She believed that as long as he agreed, he would not go back on his word

She unbuttoned her top, and the left wolf saw the intersecting scars on the girl's skin. Some had already healed and faded, leaving behind marks of varying depths. She cleaned her hands, selected some medicine, and slowly applied it to the wounds. Leng Feiyan pointed with her chin at Yang Lianting on the bed: "Why is he still asleep?"

Leng Feiyan silently averted her gaze, as people died here every month. Even having grown up together, there were no friends. Who could rely on whom? If she were to die, how would it be any different from those who starved or died of illness?

Yang Lianting, feeling indignant, snorted and said, "With your character, at most you could be a bandit." Leng Feiyan immediately kicked back, saying, "Nonsense, what I have is called ambition, do you understand!"

Yang Lianting's eyebrows shot up, disregarding the injuries on her body. In an instant, she flipped over and grabbed her by the neck with both hands. Zuo Canglang allowed them to make a scene, and Leng Feiyan quickly subdued Yang Lianting again, bringing her under control. "You little brat, still thinking of soaring to the heavens!" She said triumphantly, but suddenly tugged at her wound, hissing in pain, then raised her head to ask Zuo Canglang: "What about you? Don't you have any grand ambitions?"

Zuo Canglang ignored her and turned to leave the room

Once she had disappeared from sight, Leng Feiyan finally picked up the medicine bottle. She knew her own injuries well. But would a few bottles of medicine really be effective for her?

When Zuo Canglang returned, Yang Lianting was still asleep. She placed several large pancakes on the table and sat down by his bedside. Suddenly, a dark head poked in; Zuo Canglang had just drawn his knife, and that head had already squeezed in, revealing it to be Leng Feiyan. She handed the medicine bottle to Zuo Canglang, saying: "The wound on my back is hard to reach, come and help me apply some medicine."

Leng Feiyan smiled faintly and said, "Your Highness, when you saved me, the chef was sharpening his knife"

Zuo Canglang remained silent as he slowly arranged several bottles of healing medicine on the table. Leng Feiyan's gaze lingered briefly on the medicine bottles before she asked, "What do you mean by this?" She opened a bottle of healing medicine, took a whiff, and sneered, "Is this charity?"

Zuo Canglang said irritably: "Isn't it all because of you!" Leng Feiyan fell silent, half-lying on the bed, allowing Zuo Canglang to apply ointment on her back. Zuo Canglang's arrow had pierced through her entirely, but fortunately, she was agile enough to dodge the vital points. The arrow was quite crude, and she had to pull it out herself, leaving behind quite a few wooden splinters in the wound. Zuo Canglang carefully removed all the splinters from her wound and applied the medicine. Leng Feiyan did not speak again; she lay beside Yang Lianting and unexpectedly fell asleep. Zuo Canglang had removed all the splinters from her wound and applied the medicine. Leng Feiyan did not speak again; she lay beside Yang Lianting and unexpectedly fell asleep.

Yang Lianting said: "I don't care about any grand ambitions; I only hope to vindicate the Yang family and bring those who framed my father to justice! My grandfather practiced medicine to help others, and my father has always been upright..." Before he could finish, Leng Feiyan interjected: "Enough already, upright? He might just be a villain who deserves his fate..."