Chapter 37

"Where did you find such a pretty little sister?" Shangguan Junyi looked at the blushing, uneasy Leng Wushuang and asked in surprise.

"Didn't you say you wanted to meet the black-clothed person from that night?" Zhong Wen smiled, "Here she is."

"You mean this little sister is the black-clothed person with divine sword skills?" Shangguan Junyi widened her eyes and covered her mouth in shock.

Could it be...

Lin Zhiyun glanced at Leng Wushuang, then at Zhong Wen, and couldn't help but recall the process of learning the "Deadly Sword Technique."

Under the curious gazes of the Piaohua Palace members, Leng Wushuang's face turned even redder, and she nervously rubbed her thighs, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

"How is the Jile Gang?" Lin Zhiyun remembered Zhong Wen's plan.

"Leader Duan Changhong is already dead," Zhong Wen replied. "The remaining lackeys will be dealt with by the Golden Saber Sect."

"Congratulations, little sister, on avenging your great hatred." Shangguan Junyi smiled, stepped forward, and held Leng Wushuang's hand, sincerely congratulating her.

"Thank you, thank you!" Leng Wushuang, who had been in the Wanjing Tower for a long time and rarely interacted with outsiders, felt somewhat at a loss with the intimacy of strangers.

"What are your plans from now on, little sister?" Shangguan Junyi seemed to have a good impression of Leng Wushuang and kept trying to get closer.

"I..." Leng Wushuang hesitated, glancing at Zhong Wen.

Zhong Wen gave her an encouraging look.

"I have no family and no place to return to," Leng Wushuang mustered her courage and said, "I don't know if I can join the Piaohua Palace, even as a servant. I can do any hard or tiring work."

She lowered her stance very low, to the point of being in the dust.

"How old are you, Miss Leng?" Lin Zhiyun was taken aback and asked.

"Nineteen."

"At nineteen, to have cultivated to this level, with your talent, you have the qualifications to become a direct disciple in any major sect," Lin Zhiyun said sincerely. "Piaohua Palace is just a third-rate small sect. I, as the palace master, along with the elders and disciples, only total six people. I'm afraid it might hinder your future."

"My talent is actually not good. I made such rapid progress before because I cultivated the nameless technique of the Wanjing Tower," Leng Wushuang, thinking Lin Zhiyun might not accept her, quickly explained. "Those who cultivate this technique have significant physical defects and generally don't live past twenty-five. If it weren't for Zhong Wen saving me, I would have died on Qingfeng Mountain a few days ago."

"That won't do. Little sister, you must quickly switch to another technique. Don't be greedy for temporary progress and endanger your life," Shangguan Junyi, hearing Leng Wushuang's similar experience, felt deep sympathy.

"Thank you, sister, for your concern. I have been cultivating a new technique these days and am already fine," Leng Wushuang could feel that Shangguan Junyi genuinely cared for her.

Indeed!

Lin Zhiyun and Shangguan Junyi looked at Zhong Wen simultaneously, both having the same guess.

"Seven years ago, her entire family was killed by Duan Changhong. To avenge them, she joined the Wanjing Tower..." Seeing that the two had guessed, Zhong Wen didn't explain further but instead introduced Leng Wushuang's background and experiences, "... the day I met her on the mountain, she was already severely injured and almost dead, so I treated her casually."

Hearing about Leng Wushuang's tragic past, the women of Piaohua Palace all felt deep sympathy. The kind-hearted little girl was already crying with red eyes, and Shangguan Junyi, looking at Leng Wushuang, saw herself from over a decade ago, wishing she could hug her and comfort her.

"I beg the palace master to take me in," Leng Wushuang suddenly knelt before Lin Zhiyun and pleaded loudly.

"Get up, get up quickly." Lin Zhiyun was startled and hurriedly helped her up, "A girl as excellent as you joining our sect, I would be delighted. I'm just afraid that our small sect might hinder your future."

"The palace master is too modest," Shangguan Junyi laughed from the side, "Although Piaohua Palace has few people, with the two of us, Tianlun experts, we might not be inferior to second-rate sects. Moreover, with Leng Wushuang's age and cultivation, advancing to Tianlun is almost certain. With three Tianlun experts, we can even compete with first-rate sects."

"Master, Leng Sister is so pitiful, please keep her," the little girl said with red eyes.

Lin Zhiyun, feeling sympathy for Leng Wushuang's plight and remembering her assistance to Piaohua Palace, had the idea of taking her in: "Miss Leng, your cultivation is already strong. What you lack is experience. Even if you join my sect, I might not be able to teach you much. How about I take you as a disciple in the name of my master, Qingxu Zi, and we will be sisters in the same sect. What do you think?"

"Whatever the palace master decides." Leng Wushuang only wanted to stay by Zhong Wen's side, regardless of who her master was, so she readily agreed.

"Since that's the case, rest for a day on the mountain, and I'll arrange the ceremony tomorrow." Lin Zhiyun, seeing her agreement, felt relieved and was also pleased that Piaohua Palace would gain another expert.

"Congratulations, Palace Master Lin, congratulations, Miss Leng." Everyone came forward to congratulate them.

I can stay by his side!

Leng Wushuang glanced at Zhong Wen with a joyful look in her eyes.

This girl is really like me. That little rascal, who knows how many girls' hearts he will steal in the future!

Shangguan Junyi sighed, feeling a bit melancholic.

"Leng Sister! Zhong Wen!" Zheng Yueying's voice came from the courtyard gate. After assassinating Duan Changhong, Zhong Wen had taken Leng Wushuang to inform Zheng Yueying, and the two girls had thus met.

"Zheng Yueying, is it over?" Zhong Wen referred to the Golden Saber Sect's attack on the Jile Gang.

"Yes, without Duan Changhong, the Jile Gang was just a mob. Father didn't even need to act, and most of the members scattered. It was effortless," Zheng Yueying said disdainfully. "We have already taken over the Jile Gang. This time, it's mainly your contribution, so Father asked me to invite you down the mountain to discuss the handling of the Jile Gang's assets."

In other words, they were going to divide the spoils of the Jile Gang.

"Very well!" Zhong Wen nodded happily, "Wushuang, let's go down the mountain while it's still early."

"Okay." Leng Wushuang nodded obediently.

Zhong Wen greeted Lin Zhiyun and the others, then followed Zheng Yueying down the mountain, with a slight anticipation for the spoils of the Jile Gang.

...

Fengfeng City had just experienced a bloody battle between two major forces, but there was no chaos as Zhong Wen had imagined. The lives of the city's residents were orderly, and many faces were even filled with smiles, as if it were a festival.

Many residents voluntarily went to the Jile Gang's buildings to help clean up. By the time Zheng Yueying and the others arrived, there was almost no sign of the battle on the streets.

The Jile Gang must have really caused a lot of resentment, Zhong Wen thought.

"Father!" Entering the front gate of the Jile Gang, Zheng Yueying called out to a middle-aged man in his fifties, who looked spirited.

"Tingting, are these the two?" The Golden Saber Sect's leader looked at Zhong Wen and Leng Wushuang behind Zheng Yueying in surprise, "So young, truly outstanding young talents."

"Master Zheng." Zhong Wen pulled Leng Wushuang and respectfully greeted him.

"Ha ha, young friend, no need for formalities. The Golden Saber Sect is just a minor sect. If you give me face, call me Old Zheng."

"Okay, Old Zheng." Zhong Wen went along with it, "Then call me Little Zhong."

Zheng Gongming was taken aback for a moment, then laughed heartily, "You're a good kid. It's settled then."

Zheng Yueying: "..."

Father, can you at least maintain some dignity.

She found herself inexplicably a generation younger than Zhong Wen.

"Old Zheng, how is the Jile Gang's wealth?" Zhong Wen, oblivious, chatted with Zheng Gongming, almost as if they were brothers.

"Duan Changhong was not good at business. The Jile Gang usually engaged in shady activities, requiring constant bribes. Apart from these properties, we only found three hundred spirit crystals, one hundred thousand silver coins, and some miscellaneous minerals and books. It's quite embarrassing," Zheng Gongming shook his head and sighed, feeling a deep sense of regret for the Golden Saber Sect's old enemy being so miserable.

The Jile Gang's downfall is because you haven't seen the Piaohua Palace of the past, which was even poorer.

Zhong Wen thought of Lin Zhiyun being forced into a corner by Jin Yuwai and silently criticized...