116: You Longsheng, the young master of Cangjian Villa!

“Hmph!” Lin Xian’er spun around abruptly, her sheer veil fluttering, revealing a glimpse of her alluring figure, a hint of offended anger in her eyes. “What big talk! Does he truly believe Baoding Prefecture is his Golden Money Gang’s backyard?”

She walked to her dressing table, picked up a pure gold hairpin, and toyed with it, her fingertips cold. “Keep the ledgers safe. Multiply the money tenfold. The ink must be fresh, the dates clear.

Shangguan Jinhong… I’ll go collect this money from him myself!”

As she said the word “myself,” her red lips parted slightly, her tongue lightly licking her lips, her cheeks flushing again.

“Sister,” the maid hesitated, then said, “Young Lord You Longsheng… left in a furious rage before dawn this morning, taking the Duoqing Sword.

He’s probably going to cause trouble for that Young Master Lu.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Xian’er showed no worry. Instead, she let out a soft laugh, her body trembling with mirth, her eyes full of disdain and mockery.

She casually tossed the hairpin back onto the dressing table, where it landed with a crisp sound.

“Then let him go!” she drawled, her voice cloyingly sweet. “Wasn’t it just last night… hmm… when we were playing, I couldn’t help but call out ‘Jiuyuan’ a few extra times? He can’t handle that? Tsk… men, ah,”

Her bare feet moved lightly as she walked towards a sandalwood rack hung with luxurious dresses, casually pulling down a vibrant pomegranate-red gown.

“They’re all cheap bones! The more they can’t have, the more they care; the more they care, the cheaper they seem. You Longsheng? Just a fool who can’t see himself clearly.”

She deftly shed her sheer veil and wrapped the pomegranate-red gown around her graceful body.

“Let’s go, I’m tired of this place.” Lin Xian’er adjusted her collar in the mirror, which reflected her captivating beauty.

“Too many pretty boys spoil the appetite. Tonight… let’s try something different.” She smiled at her reflection, a smile capable of making any man’s Bloodline surge, and her red lips parted to utter a few words:

“Let’s… savor Qing Mo Shou Yi Ku’s flavor again! It’s a pity Guo Songyang isn’t here. The fourth best in the world is just more fun than the ninth!”

Before her words faded, she had already turned, her skirt swirling like a burning flame, carrying a fatal allure, as she left the opulent boudoir filled with exotic scents.

“Men can be flirtatious, have three wives and four concubines, and a thousand beauties. Why can’t women be flirtatious? To be a woman like Sister, she is truly unparalleled in the world.”

The maid looked at Lin Xian’er with an expression that conveyed she saw a goddess!

...The midday sun poured down, painting the verdant bamboo forest outside the city a dazzling golden-green.

The dense bamboo leaves filtered the light into dappled patterns, swaying unsteadily on the soft ground.

A cold gleam, without warning, pierced through the mottled light and shadow of the bamboo forest, striking the center of the muddy path like a venomous snake, halting the lightly swaying group of people ahead.

It was a famous sword, its blade long and narrow, its luster bright.

Reflecting the glaring midday sun, the sword’s name was Duoqing Sword!

The four white-clad women carrying the sedan chair, their figures as graceful as celestial maidens in a painting, suddenly stopped.

The bamboo chair came to a steady halt, without the slightest tremor.

Yun Chang and Han Zhen looked at this sword and immediately knew who had arrived, almost unable to suppress their smiles.

A tall figure stepped out from the depths of the bamboo shadows by the Dao.

You Longsheng, in a neat green robe, made his young face appear even sharper, but in the depths of his eyes, which should have been spirited, a raging fire now churned, burning directly at the figure in the sedan chair.

He stepped, one foot after another, across the swaying light spots on the ground, reaching his long sword stuck in the earth.

His hand gripped the hilt, and he pulled it out sharply, bringing up a small clump of moist soil.

“Lu Jiuyuan,” You Longsheng’s voice was taut, “I’m here to warn you, stay away from Xian’er!”

“Xian’er? Are you referring to Lin Xian’er? I don’t even know her, so how can I stay away from her?” Lu Jiuyuan asked.

“Why hide it? Last night, when we… she kept calling your name,” You Longsheng said with a grim face. “You actually say you don’t know her. As a man, how can you be so Emotionless?”

“Lin Xian’er has more admirers than fish crossing a river, countless! Which one are you?

Young man, listen to my advice: it’s not too late to turn back from your misguided path!”

“Shut up! I don’t need you to lecture me!” The vein on You Longsheng’s forehead suddenly throbbed, and he roared, “Xian’er told me how much sorrow she carries in her heart! In this world… only I truly understand her!”

His sword-gripping hand turned white at the knuckles from the force, his gaze fervent and chaotic, as if defending the most sacred treasure in the world:

“You common folk only see her captivating beauty, only hear the alluring softness of her words, but you don’t understand her at all!

You don’t understand the loneliness behind her glamour, you don’t understand the fragility beneath her forced smiles!”

You Longsheng’s chest heaved violently, his voice rising with a sickly fervor:

“She told me she’s like the most delicate orchid in the Nuanxiang Pavilion (Warm Fragrance Pavilion), seemingly adored by thousands, but truly experiencing the loneliness of being at a high place!

Everyone wants to pluck her, but no one truly cherishes her! Everyone only covets her fragrance, but no one is willing to understand the fatigue of her roots!

Only I… only I, You Longsheng, truly and sincerely want to shield her from the wind and rain, to dispel the filth and coldness of this world for her!”

What is a simp? This is a simp!

Lu Jiuyuan leaned forward slightly: “But last night, when she was with you, she was still calling my name.”

You Longsheng flared up in anger, stepping forward abruptly, the tip of his sword pointing at the sedan chair, his gaze fixed on Lu Jiuyuan.

“Bah! When Xian’er mentioned you, there was only a hint of curiosity in her eyes, a hint of sizing up a new plaything. How could there be any sincerity?!”

A hint of triumph appeared on You Longsheng’s face: “Last night… last night in my arms… she personally said… said that only my embrace made her feel true peace!

She called your name? That was merely her heart troubled, a momentary lapse of focus in her passion!

It’s you! It’s you, this arrogant fellow who doesn’t know his place, who disturbed her with your presumptuous attitude! You made her agitated! You made her… made her unable to control herself even in front of me!”

His voice suddenly turned fierce, carrying a crazy possessiveness:

“Therefore, I warn you, Lu Jiuyuan! Stay away from her! Get as far away as you can!

If you dare to appear before her again, if you dare to make her frown even once,

my Duoqing Sword, in You Longsheng’s hand, will surely make you experience what it means to be separated by life and death!”

Swish swish swish swish!

As You Longsheng wielded his precious sword, he consecutively pierced nine falling bamboo leaves, then straightened his long sword for Lu Jiuyuan and the others to observe.

At this moment, he was actually thinking of intimidating them, rather than killing them!

“Too naive!” Han Zhen couldn’t help but cover his face with his hand. “Young Master, can we not kill this one? If there are more people like him in the Jianghu, it will be much easier to get by in the future.

I understand why Old Man Canglong has been dead for several years, and his only heir is still the Young Lord.

Snow Eagle, the top swordsman of Tianshan, is truly fortunate to have a disciple like him.”

You Longsheng stood proudly with his sword, the nine bamboo leaves all precisely pierced through their central veins by the sword tip, strung together like candied hawthorns on the blade,

trembling slightly in the midday sun, silently showcasing his exquisite swordsmanship and youthful spirit.

But upon hearing Han Zhen’s words, he appeared particularly foolish and, in his shame and anger, roared:

“Old geezer! You’re speaking in veiled terms, insulting my sect? Insulting my father? You’re courting death!”