At noon, the Martial Artist spat at the maid beside him with her mouth open, stepping on a carpet made of human skin, and walked towards the courtyard.
In the courtyard, bamboo swayed, and the water flowed gently.
The Martial Artist sat on a cushion made from a human buttock, preparing to drink so wine to calm his mind.
In martial arts, calming the mind is always necessary, especially under his terrifying sword technique.
As one of the most useful daughters of God Jue, the Martial Artist chose this na herself, believing that in ti, she could rena herself as Martial God of the Earth.
That would make her second only to her father.
Currently, the Martial Artist only thought her elder brother, Jue Zhong, could compete with her for the top spot.
He has been active around Hai State, with the identity of their father's Vanguard, intending to enslave the Martial World of Jiu Zhou.
Yet in the eyes of the Martial Artist, her brother was too rciful to the people of Jiu Zhou.
What enslavent of Jiu Zhou.
She liked tranquility, and even in Fusang, she had to kill a lot to obtain peace. If she went to that damned Jiu Zhou, she intended to kill two-thirds of the people before discussing anything else.
By then, there would be no need for infiltration or enslavent, would there?
They would all co and kneel themselves.
The Martial Artist was very dissatisfied with this and once thought of replacing her brother to solve the Jiu Zhou issue, but was refused.
This made her sowhat angry, so she slaughtered half a city in Fusang for more courtyard renovations.
She couldn't deny that at this ti, she missed her brother Jue Zhong a bit.
The five siblings of the Jue family were considered the most valuable children, and the Jue family would hold a family eting every two years.
This eting was not only a reunion of the siblings but also a decision on the distribution of the useless siblings as Great dicine.
The useless help the useful, a principle of transforming waste into treasure, which was the foundation of the Jue family's step-by-step reinforcent.
And recently, more and more siblings ought to be arriving in Biqi City because the Jue family family eting was to convene at month's end.
By then, she would certainly see her brother Jue Zhong.
At this mont, a servant stood nervously at the courtyard entrance, saying, "Miss, the healer you wanted is here."
The Martial Artist furrowed her brows and said, "Healer?"
"Yes, the healer said the owner has excessive fatigue and itching below, which is why he was specially invited."
The Martial Artist furiously trembled the buttock stool beneath her, saying, "Nonsense, I'm one in a million, immune to all poisons, what exertion would make this lady sick? Do you want to be sat on by ?"
These words frightened the servant so much his face turned pale, and he said, "But, but..."
Before he could finish, a voice sounded faintly—"Admit the illness, we ca from afar to treat it."
At the door, two figures had appeared.
The Martial Artist involuntarily sat up straight and looked at the woman who spoke in Fusang language just now, and said, "Experts? Ridiculous, I have an illness, how do you plan to treat it?"
Ziyu replied, "Naturally, the dicine will cure it."
At this mont, Duan Yun and Ziyu had already entered the courtyard.
These two were outside the door just monts ago, and in the blink of an eye, they were inside the courtyard, causing the Martial Artist to sit even straighter.
Because she had already seen that these two were definitely experts.
Experts she had to muster her spirits to deal with.
"Who are you?"
The Martial Artist had already reached behind for the hilt of her katana, ready to strike.
"I told you, healers, here to treat your illness," Ziyu said.
Now, Duan Yun kept quiet, and Ziyu, as his translator, spoke with as much flair as if possessed by Young Hero Duan.
Ziyu continued calmly, "Do you have a brother nad Jue Zhong? We cured his illness."
The Martial Artist frowned and said, "My brother was sick, and you cured him? What was the illness and how was it cured?"
Looking at their attire, she confird they weren't locals of Fusang.
Ziyu said, "Once you're dead, there's naturally no more sickness."
"Baka!"
The Martial Artist shouted angrily.
Ziyu still walked leisurely and said, "Your brother left quickly, without pain. How do you compare to your brother?"
At this instant, the Martial Artist's heart tightened involuntarily.
She hadn't heard any news of her brother these days, but curiously, there were no results.
One should know that during the ti before the family eting, they these most useful children were always very active.
So, had her brother really been "cured" by them?
Because of this mood, the aura of overlooking everything while sitting on a human buttock weakened.
In Duan Yun and Ziyu's eyes, the Martial Artist was quite like her brother Jue Zhong, with strength, confidence, and aura being closely linked.
Her aura weakened, and so did she.
"Do you want to obediently wait to be cured by , or do you want to resist a bit?" Ziyu translated according to Duan Yun's intentions.
This statent, seeing Duan Yun and Ziyu's completely unpanicked deanor, further weakened the Martial Artist's aura.
Suddenly, with a loud "Ah!" she scread, grabbing the human skin carpet and flinging it.
The human skin carpet carried force as it slamd their way, and she had already run back.
"Trying to run?"
Duan Yun's figure blurred, like light and shadow sweeping, and in an instant, he was behind the Martial Artist.
The Martial Artist let out a strange cry, and the katana was already unsheathed, slashing towards Duan Yun's face.
This strike was fast, swift, even cutting the air and creating a white scar.
But to Duan Yun, it was not fast enough.
With a clang, Duan Yun extended his right hand, pinched the blade with precision like a pair of tongs, and said, "Too slow."
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