Chapter 5: Does Ya'er understand what is the ultimate bliss of the human world?

She only felt a swelling in her head, that little bit of patience like a string that would snap at the slightest touch; if she were not aware of her lack of chance of winning, she would want to kill him right now

"On the way back, did you visit the Yin-Yang Building?" he asked seemingly casually, "I remember there was an impressive storyteller in that building. What story did he tell yesterday?"

The bartender scratched his scalp and said, "It is said to be the essence of the sun and moon, two jewels coming together, ranked third on the list of the divine weapons of Langhuan. Of course, the most important thing is that it can unlock the treasure of the Lonely Mountain, which is also the reason why martial artists are willing to go to great lengths and shed blood for it"

She does not speak, and her smile carries a kind of intriguing cold mockery, as if she finds him too old.

The Wave Moon Pavilion cannot escape its connection; they discovered her in the snowy region and brought her back, which was certainly not a coincidence. However, Lan Zhan is not an easy person to deal with, and at this moment, she finally understands Su Hua's words. To want to kill but being unable to do so, Lan Zhan is the first person in this regard

Lan Zhan nodded in response, slowly descending from the upper seat, the hem of his black robe sweeping down the steps, leaving behind a lingering arc.

Fortunately, she obediently followed the instructions, indicating that the couple had not left a mark on her heart. A child raised by wolves inevitably becomes cold-blooded. While feeling relieved, he began to meticulously investigate where Yue Renyu had hidden the Muni Divine Jade.

He placed his hand over half of the tender breast, "Does the child understand what earthly bliss is?"

How did she come into this world? It was her mother’s tragic death, and her father delivered her himself. In the past, she did not understand and thought of herself as the child of a snow wolf; now, in retrospect, it seems truly absurd. How could a wolf give birth to a human? She must have been abandoned in the snowy lands, and the wolf mother took her in. At that time, when Zuo You and She Ti charged up the cliff and killed the wolf mother, she believed that the pain she felt then was the utmost; yet now, as she pieces together her origins, the wounds in her heart expand infinitely, bleeding profusely in the dark night.

She did not know how much suffering her parents endured during their lifetimes. Over the years, she has killed so many people, never once considering what it feels like to be killed. Now, upon learning of her parents' fate, the once deafening sounds of gunfire and clashing blades have transformed into punishment for her sins. She has traced back her origins, yet the truth is so cruel that someone must be held accountable for the slaughter that occurred sixteen years ago. Two lives cannot simply be dismissed without consequence

The bartender did not respond to her, instead he tilted his head to examine the pool of blood gathered beneath the spring stool, and expressionlessly said: "Sir, it seems that your oil pot is leaking."

The shedding of the inner garment fell to the ground like a snake's skin. She endured her anger with great difficulty, a fine layer of sweat forming on the tip of her nose, yet she still stood tall, showing not the slightest sign of fear.

He appeared relaxed and leisurely as he looked at her standing there in only her undergarments, and he said, "Take off more."

The hero's demise, the beauty's withered bones, these are the things that kind-hearted listeners are reluctant to hear. The storyteller also left a blank at the end of the tale, for the Muni Divine Jade had completely vanished, at least providing a trivial piece of evidence that the couple still existed in this world

The girl's flawless and delicate body was exposed to the cold currents of November, yet this body was warm, emanating a faint fragrance. Today, she thoroughly understood the lives of her parents; what feelings did this evoke in her? He wanted to see to what extent her so-called obedience could reach. If she showed even the slightest sign of resistance, then she could forget about walking in the light of day for the rest of her life.

The person seated glanced and said, "Yai'er, you have worked hard on this journey." With a wave of the hand, he dismissed those around him

The storyteller may be one of the most emotionally rich individuals in this realm. When it comes to grand tales, they can sweep across mountains and rivers; when discussing romantic feelings, they are equally poignant and compelling. The protagonist of today's story is the Young Master of Changyuan from sixteen years ago. To this day, when mentioning the wife of Hero Yue, her renowned beauty remains unmatched. The delicate young lady of the Wanhu Marquis' residence once captivated countless heroes and gallant figures, yet she was only deeply devoted to the Young Master of Changyuan, ultimately leading to their mutual disappearance. As for their fate, the five major sects involved at the time remain tight-lipped, and although there are various rumors circulating in the martial world, most people lean towards the belief that they have retreated to seclusion with the divine jade.

The five major sects that initially pursued the Yue Renyu couple have not completely given up to this day, and the rumors about the Yue family's orphan have never ceased. Letting Ya'er take their lives, just like Miao people raising poison, killing all competitors would be considered revenge for her, and for the Boyue Pavilion, it would avoid unnecessary disturbances

He paused for a moment and asked, "Are you unwilling?"

She gazed at him with burning eyes, "Does the Lord want his subordinate to serve?"

Yar raised her eyes, unlike before, when she would retort with the phrase, "As long as the task is accomplished, any means are acceptable." A hint of shyness even surfaced on her face as she softly said, "The lord has not verified the subordinate's studies, how can he know that the subordinate has not received the true teachings of the master? The subordinate merely feels that combat is more direct; rather than going through the motions and engaging in deceitful tactics, it is better to fight with real swords and blood on the battlefield.

Yar Er twisted the peanut husk and asked him with a smile: "How do you know these inside details? Did you see it with your own eyes?"

The bartender's mouth clicked as he spoke: "Yue Renyu and Liu Jiangnian died young, perishing in the snowy region north of Changyuan. At that time, Liu Jiangnian was pregnant and about to give birth, while the righteous sects of the martial world were pursuing them. The couple found themselves in a desperate situation. After Liu Jiangnian's death, Yue Renyu performed a cesarean section to retrieve the child. That child later disappeared along with the divine jade, but the Yue couple indeed remained in the snowy region, hastily buried by those people."

What exactly is the Mani Pearl?

It is not difficult to extract information from the mouths of demons. Especially those who run taverns and tea houses, where news from all directions converges. They hear so much that they cannot contain it all in their hearts. As long as someone inquires, they are willing to speak, for they are not bound by the rules of humanity.

Removing the disguise of mediocrity, the face behind is astonishingly beautiful. Although he knows that the daughters of Yue Renyu and Liu Jiangnian are naturally exceptional, he truly cannot imagine the brilliance of that dirty and wild child from ten years ago.

She threw the head of the leader of the Can Shang Sect onto the hall floor, and with a thud, the bundle fell apart, revealing a head that rolled away for over three meters.

He passed by her, and she extended her foot to trip him. The bartender stumbled slightly, looking at her in surprise. She smiled faintly and said, "I want to know their whereabouts"

Tears in her eyes, blood in her heart, for the time being, she could only swallow it all down. The determination with which she tore away her belly band was akin to the stance of drawing a sword. Lan Zhan should have been quite satisfied, as a faint desire rippled in the depths of his eyes, and he said hoarsely: "Strip naked"

Perhaps Lan Zhan did not intend to conceal her, or he underestimated the memory of a six-year-old child. She still clearly remembers the words he said when he named her: "I have great respect for your father; otherwise, I would not allow you to recognize your ancestry. If I were to casually give you a surname, your father would not be able to find you even if he were to come back to life."

He sighed in disappointment: "After so many years under Su Hua's tutelage, you have not learned even a fraction of her skills, and to this day, you still only know how to engage in hand-to-hand combat"

That day was a full moon, and she had just returned from the headquarters of the Canshang. The head of the helmsman's son was still in her bundle. After finishing her business, she passed by the tavern by the Yishui River, paused for a moment, and decided to turn in for a couple of drinks

Lan Zhan nodded, "This storyteller has run out of talent, using such old tales for amusement." After saying this, he turned to look at her, "You just said that I did not check your studies, so now let us examine them. Do you know what the foundation for the disciples in the pavilion to secure their livelihood is?"

He is a complex individual, with a kind expression yet a heart as venomous as a snake's. If one has not witnessed his duplicitous nature, one might be deceived by his gentle facade. He approached her, scrutinizing her face closely, perhaps finding it exceedingly unappealing, and reached out to peel it away.

The youngest? Sixteen years ago, the lord and sixteen years later, there is almost no difference in appearance. Lan Zhan suddenly changed his mind, let out a sigh of relief, and smiled gently, "Put it on, be careful not to catch a cold." His gaze lingered for a moment before he turned around and walked deeper into the hall.

She took a gentle breath and said, "It is obedience"

Lan Zhan's calculations are loud and clear, but only he knows the true origins of Ya'er. Unless absolutely necessary, he does not intend to make it public. However, even the most obedient assassin is still human; as long as she can hear and see, she will eventually become aware of it.

Just by looking, one's mind can be somewhat affected. She has inherited all of her mother's virtues remarkably. Back in the day, when the weak willow swayed in the wind, Liu Jiangnian was the cherished desire of countless men. Now, her daughter stands before him, possessing a beauty that is even more striking than her mother's, which somewhat compensates for his initial regrets.

Yar said: "The story of the Changyuan family, as well as the acquaintance and romance between Yue Renyu and Liu Jiangnian"

There is indeed nothing wrong with this statement, but the idea is too masculine. Lan Zhan fell silent and walked over to look at the solitary head. In the moment she turned around, she saw a slight ripple in his eyes; this seemingly impeccable lord still had vulnerabilities.

Lan Zhan once stated that she must be forged into the best killing weapon of the Bo Yue Pavilion. Her numerous ventures into the martial world are partly to alleviate the misfortunes of others and partly to clear the path for Lan Zhan.

She was taken aback, a sense of panic surged in her pair of dark eyes, yet without any dissent, she raised her hand and took off her night cloak

She is a qualified assassin, showing no hesitation when it comes to killing, and she undresses with the same resolve

A natural beauty, but unfortunately not soft enough. He cast a glance downward, noticing a tear in the sleeve of her left arm, with bloodstains faintly visible. There was no need for inspection; self-inflicted wounds amounted to three hundred.

In the tavern, storytellers are employed year-round, occasionally transitioning from tales of conflicts in the martial world to those of rivalries in the court. The stories of the storytellers require material, so any character with a name and a reputation can evoke a captivating narrative, accompanied by the rhythmic tapping of a wooden clapper.

However, when Ya'er heard the bartender's mocking sneer, she turned her head to glance at him, only to see the long-unchanged expression of suffering on his dim, beady face

She still appeared calm and said, "It is not difficult; it is my duty to relieve the Lord's worries."

Sixteen years have passed, and the whereabouts remain a mystery. This orphan has no connection to the divine artifact in any way. However, he does not believe that during her childhood, she may not have awakened. Now that she has grown up, she can skillfully control this body. If there are to be any changes, it should be time for them to occur.

The bartender said, "Yes, I was indeed at Changyuan back then. Unfortunately, I could not intervene; I just watched from a distance for a while before leaving"

On this Yunfu continent, there are actually not only humans; sometimes, those who pass by may also be demons. However, the human and demon realms strictly adhere to their respective rules, and they do not engage in deep interactions when mixed together. Generally, humans are unable to discern the true forms behind the appearances, but since the age of eight, Ya'er has possessed the ability to see through this; she can tell that the tavern owner is a crane and the bartender is a raccoon.

"Very well." He said, with his hands tucked away, looking at her calmly, "Take off your clothes."

She is unwilling to think about matters that are too far in the future; her inherent wildness and recklessness drive her to prefer direct and decisive actions. She can knock on the door of a notorious bandit in the dead of a snowy night, and she can also set out with a single blade to assassinate a general at the frontier

Yue Yier ordered a pot of wine and a plate of beef, ignoring the complaints about the pungent smell of blood. She had come out after changing her appearance, not needing to rely on her beauty to entice others, always maintaining her two arched eyebrows and two small mustaches.

Yue Yuer returned to the Boyue Pavilion holding a severed head. She was aware that every move she made was being secretly monitored, so even though a heavy stone pressed against her throat, she had to swallow carefully.

I thought this was the ultimate, yet those two words escaped his lips once again, "Take it off again"

Most of the time, demons are more honest than humans