??8: Chapter 008: Draw the Sword!
8: Chapter 008: Draw the Sword!
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
She was still a bit dumbfounded, not knowing the reason, when she felt a breath blowing past her ear, accompanied by words that made her feel a bit of happiness.
“Ping’er, from now on, you will follow the young master.
The young master will never let you suffer again.
The young master will teach you swordsmanship, so you won’t have to be an ordinary person again.”
”Young master…”
For so reason, she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, as if she wished she could hold the young master tightly.
She felt that at this mont, she was the happiest maid in the world, able to receive such care from her young master.
At this mont, Zhou Yan also felt inexplicably excited.
“Young master, your sword is pressing against .”
The girl spoke, suddenly understanding sothing, and couldn’t help but exclaim, suddenly escaping from Zhou Yan’s embrace in fright.
“Mm, my Ping’er is too attractive.
The young master only noticed today.”
Zhou Yan said with a smile, the strange actions easing much of his various pressures.
“Uh…
young master, you, you are bad.”
Ping’er blushed with embarrassnt.
Zhou Yan said with a teasing grin, “The bad young master or the decent young master, which does Ping’er like more?”
”Young master…”
The girl was sowhat embarrassed, but after a mont of lowering her head, she looked up, sneaking a glance at Zhou Yan, and said shyly, “Ping’er…
Ping’er likes the current young master.”
”Hahaha, that’s more like it.
Co, let the young master give you a kiss.
It’s been a long ti since I’ve felt so carefree.”
Zhou Yan couldn’t help but feel much better.
He knew about his father’s situation, but for so reason, he suddenly had great confidence in saving his father and everything about the future, so he didn’t let it bother him.
“Young master.”
Ping’er didn’t hesitate but blushed even more as she lowered her head, obediently walking over, her gentle steps truly endearing.
How had he ignored such a darling?
How was she any less than Zhou Lingyi?
Just because she was a “lowly” maid?
Zhou Yan didn’t understand his previous mindset.
Instead, with the mories of a modern grandmaster, he felt that relationships between people should be “equal,” and thus he had no “barriers” in treating Ping’er now.
How could this thoughtful girl not feel close to the young master?
…
“Well, well, well, truly…
like father, like worthless son, even daring to lay hands on a lowly maid, it’s really disgusting!”
Before he could embrace Ping’er, a sharp, clear voice ca from afar.
Zhou Yan didn’t need to look.
Hearing the voice, he knew it was Zhou Lingyi!
She had indeed co.
“Isn’t it so?
His father doesn’t know life from death, we’re fighting for him with our lives, and he’s here indulging himself.
A worthless person remains worthless, mud that can’t hold up a wall.”
Another girl’s voice ca.
This voice was also filled with sarcasm, and in her words, there seed to be a vague hatred and jealousy.
Her gaze fixed on Zhou Yan, even containing a hint of resentnt.
Zhou Yan ignored them.
This woman, Zhou Shuangshuang, he knew her purpose in coming here.
“Sister, I told you, this lowly maid is no good.
Look, she dares to be so unrestrained even in such a bright place, she definitely needs a proper lesson!”
Another man’s voice spoke.
This person was Zhou Cheng, Zhou Shuangshuang’s brother, and it was he who had taken a fancy to Ping’er, a prodigal of the Zhou Family’s third generation.
His strength had reached the peak state of the First Layer of Sword Beginning.
When he spoke, his gaze didn’t fall on Zhou Yan but on Ping’er beside him.
That look made the originally intent-on-explaining Ping’er suddenly feel a bit scared.
She instinctively moved a little closer to Zhou Yan, not daring to face these Magic Sword Cultivators.
“Zhou Yan, are you deaf?
We’re talking to you!”
At this mont, Zhou Xian stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Zhou Yan, with a mix of schadenfreude and satisfaction in his eyes.
Zhou Yan’s gaze slightly darkened, and his hand suddenly gripped the sword hilt at his waist.
His hand still seed bloodied from clenching his fist earlier, but the movent was extrely agile!
In that instant, as he went from letting his hand hang down to suddenly gripping the sword hilt, the movent was so fast that no one saw it clearly.
“So, you do get angry.
I thought you had exhausted your potential to the point your mind was broken!
Now that you get it, be mindful!
I am sent by the Great Elder to monitor you so you don’t take more cultivation resources from the family.
You’re a waste and have no right to take anything extra.
Have I made myself clear?”
Zhou Xian’s pupils contracted, showing a trace of fear, but Zhou Cheng remained fearless, his gaze audaciously free.
Moreover, his gaze was full of provocation, looking at Zhou Yan’s hand on the sword hilt, with even more contempt in his eyes.
That was clearly a provocation, hoping Zhou Yan would make a move so he could reasonably retaliate.
In his view, a Magic Sword Cultivator whose basic sword was broken—was that still a cultivator?
It was a disgrace!
In the family, only a few looked poorly on Zhou Yan, and this ti, they all ca together.
With the grandmaster’s mories affecting his personality, Zhou Yan didn’t take these little brats to heart.
His gaze grew cold and determined, scanning the group before finally settling on Zhou Lingyi’s face.
Zhou Lingyi frowned, disliking Zhou Yan’s equally unabashed gaze, but she held back, neither erupting nor fearing to look Zhou Yan in the eye.
“Fine!
I get it, you can leave now!”
”Leave?
Leave that lowly maid here!
Don’t disgrace our Zhou Family!”
Zhou Cheng pressed aggressively.
A flash of coldness disappeared in Zhou Yan’s eyes, and his gaze, filled with a sharp aura, fell on Zhou Cheng.
“Ping’er follows .”
At this mont, a young girl in a white gauze dress walked out into the courtyard.
Her appearance was also exceptionally beautiful, yet with a hint of sickly pallor, making her seem fragile, as if too weak to bear any hardship.
However, Zhou Cheng did not dare easily oppose her words.
“Young Lady Ning’er, this matter does not concern you.
Ping’er is a lowly maid of the Zhou Family.
I cannot give you this face—” Zhou Cheng’s attitude was extrely firm.
“The Zhou Family…
truly…
disappointing.”
Ning’er looked at Zhou Cheng, then at Zhou Yan, who seed indifferent and allowed his maid to be bullied.
Her eyes were filled with dim disappointnt, though veiled.
“Young master…
Ping’er is just a servant, lowly in status.
With the young master thinking of Ping’er, Ping’er is already content.
Young master, you are Ping’er’s most, most, most admired young master.
If there is a next life, Ping’er would still follow the young master, serving as the young master’s maid for life.”
Ping’er cried as she quietly walked out, not wanting to trouble the young master, ready to follow their arrangents.
The girl in white silently watched this scene, no longer stopping them, but her originally spirited beautiful eyes dimd, losing their luster.
“Sigh—”
Zhou Yan heaved a long sigh, the last shred of old sentint for the Family Head grandfather dispersed from his heart.
He did not believe that the powerful didn’t know what was happening here.
Did they want to take even his last year’s resources?
To seize the personal maid, the maid who had grown up with him?
“Ping’er, no need for a next life, in this life, just serve the young master well.”
Suddenly, Zhou Yan’s hand reached out and grabbed Ping’er’s now icy hand.
At that mont, he felt Ping’er’s body tremble.
He also sensed that the white-swathed, sickly girl—Ning’er, who had always comforted and encouraged him, who remained calm and knew not from whence she ca—her dim eyes brightened.
“What, reluctant to part?”
Zhou Cheng taunted.
Zhou Xian sneered endlessly.
Zhou Shuangshuang stared at Ping’er with envy and jealousy, without restraining her emotions at all.
And Zhou Lingyi’s gaze was so…
lofty, as if watching a minor character perform.
“Beat , count
as incapable, and you take Ping’er away!” Zhou Yan’s words were cold.
“Hahaha, you wastrel, daring to boast so shalessly!” Zhou Cheng laughed arrogantly.
“Young master, don’t fight, they’re looking for a reason, don’t you understand?” Ping’er was anxious, tears streaming.
Zhou Yan said no more, and the sword in his hand suddenly turned into a silver light, covering the sky and the earth with a “whoosh,” carrying an ancient vastness.
This sword was just an ordinary Bi Shui Sword Technique, yet it created a wide screen of water-like mood with one stroke, enough to shock anyone.
Zhou Cheng was sowhat surprised.
Before he had ti to act, that sword, suddenly like a specter or a startling spirit with a “whoosh,” broke through his energy field and flicked aside the silver steel sword he had just drawn, piercing through his chest!
“Splat—”
Blood spurted three ters away, and Zhou Cheng flew back in an instant, then crashed hard to the ground.
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