Chapter 8 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Still oblivious to what had happened, she felt a gust of wind whistling in her ear, and it seemed to carry along feelings of love.

“Follow me as your master from this moment on Ping’er. Gone were the days of suffering as I, your master, will never subject you to any forms of suffering. I will teach you the mastery of swordplay so you will no longer live the life of common-folk.”

“Master…”

It was unclear to her as she felt a strong urge to give her master a tight, warm hug.

She felt that right now, she was the most blessed and luckiest handmaiden in the entire realm, to have received such grace and protection from her master.

At the same time, Zhou Yan, too, was excited.

“Master, your sword seems to be poking me.”

As the young lass spoke, unexpectedly, she seemed to understand what had happened, thus prompting her startled scream as she struggled to free herself from his hug.

“Yes, it seems my little Ping’er is way too attractive. It’s only today that I, the young master, had noticed.”

Zhou Yan laughed seductively as he spoke. It seemed that all his worries and problems had disappeared the moment this awkward interaction happened.

“Oh…Master, you’re naughty,” said Ping’er as she blushed nervously.

Zhou Yan teased her further and laughed. “Which do you, Ping’er, prefer, a master that is naughty or a master who is orderly?”

“Master…”

Flustered by his comment, the young lass looked up almost instantly. Nervously, she said, “I… I prefer Master in his current state.”

“Hahaha, now we’re talking, come on now, let your master give you a kiss. If we wait any longer, it would not be as fun.”

Thus, Zhou Yan rejoiced as he felt much better after the exchange they both shared. Even though he understood the severity of his father’s condition, he felt weirdly optimistic about his future and confident about saving his father. Not a single concern, nor worry consumed his mind.

“Master.”

Without any hesitation, Ping’er inched closer to her master while keeping her head lowered as she blushed mildly. It was an incredibly adorable sight to watch as she shuffled closer towards her master.

It was impossible for Zhou Yan to have the heart to abandon nor to ignore a lass so adorable and beautiful like her. In what way was she ever inferior to Zhou Lingyi other than the status as a lowly handmaiden?

Zhou Yan could no longer understand his previous feelings and perspectives about things. Ever since he inherited the collective memories of the ancient sage, he felt that all relationships between everyone should be equally regarded. It was like the way he treated Ping’er, with absolutely no gap between their social statuses. It would be undeniable for a person as scrupulous as Ping’er to feel her master’s sudden intimacy.

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“Hmph… It seems like the apple never falls far from the tree to have borne such a b*stard son. It’s so bold of you to even dare lay a finger on a lowly handmaiden. You disgust me!”

Before Zhou Yan could even embrace Ping’er, a high-pitched voice echoed through the air.

Without even looking, judging from the voice alone, Zhou Yan knew it was none other than Zhou Lingyi!

She had actually come.

“How inappropriate. Here we are, doing everything in power for his father, and yet there he stands with reservations of lust to spare. Hence, trash like you would always be trash. How utterly useless.”

At this very moment, another maiden’s voice filled the air.

This voice was laced thick with mockery and judgment. Her tone was filled to the brim with emotions of resentment and envy.

More resentment could be felt through her piercing eyes as she glared into Zhou Yan’s soul.

Zhou Yan paid no mind to any of her judgment since he knew what Zhou Shuangshuang’s purpose was for being here.

“My dear sister, I’ve spoken countless times in the past that this lowly worthless servant like her is the embodiment of bad fortune. Look at her, how bold must she be to act inappropriately in public. She needs to know her place. Hence she must be punished!”

A manly voice spoke.

This man was none other than Zhou Cheng, Zhou Shuangshuang’s brother. The very man who had reserved feelings of lust towards Ping’er. He was the infamous spoiled rich lad of the Zhou family. Judging from his raw strength alone, it seemed he had ascended to rank one Blade’s Cardinal.

As he spoke, his gaze was focused entirely on the lass, who stood close by Zhou Yan’s side, as he completely ignored Zhou Yan. The predaceous nature of his gaze struck fear in Ping’er’s heart, stopping her from explaining herself.

She inched closer to Zhou Yan’s side, utterly terrified of facing these practitioners of the blade’s art.

“Do you happen to be deaf, Zhou Yan? We’re speaking to you.”

At the same time, Zhou Xian took a step forward. As he glared at Zhou Yan, it almost seemed like he was taking pleasure out of Zhou Yan’s suffering.

A sunken, weighted look manifested in Zhou Yan’s gaze as his arm reached for the hilt of his sword at his waist. Although his palms were drenched in freshly dried blood that he inflicted upon himself earlier, he was unaffected as his reflexes were incredibly nimble.

With inhumanly fast speed, he wielded his sword in his hand. He was so quick that not a single soul noticed it.