Chapter 12

"Kneel down! Do I have to say it a third time?" the middle-aged man coldly shouted.

Ximen Yanyan's beautiful little face suddenly turned pale, and she clenched her teeth, trembling as she said, "Father, I am your only daughter, the princess of Cloud Peak City. Can you make me kneel like a Mori barbarian?"

The middle-aged man's eyes showed a moment of pain, but he said coldly, "That's right. If you are still my daughter, kneel down and admit your mistake. If you do something wrong, you must be punished!"

"No!" Ximen Yanyan held back her tears and said, "Father, I can kneel to you, I can kneel to Mother, but I cannot kneel to anyone else."

"I can apologize, I can admit my mistake, but I will never kneel." Ximen Yanyan suddenly pulled out a beautifully crafted red dagger and pressed it against her snow-white neck, saying firmly, "If you force me to kneel, I will die in front of you."

"Father, I can admit my mistake, I can apologize, but I will never kneel!" Ximen Yanyan trembled, then pressed down with her small hand, and the sharp dagger instantly pierced her delicate skin, a thread of blood flowing down, making her white neck look particularly striking.

The middle-aged man's body trembled, and he clenched his fists tightly, staring at his daughter with uncontainable anger. Seeing the bright red blood, the muscles on his face twitched. This was his most beloved daughter, his heart's treasure.

Ximen Yanyan bowed to Yang Dingtian and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have forced you to sell me your things, and I shouldn't have injured you. Please forgive me!"

The middle-aged man looked at his beloved daughter, then at Yang Dingtian.

"Ah..." The middle-aged man sighed, then bowed deeply to Yang Dingtian.

"I'm sorry, young brother. I, Ximen Wuya, have failed to discipline my daughter, and I couldn't bear to see her bloodshed. I couldn't force her to kneel. I apologize to you here, please forgive my daughter's mistake!"

Ximen Yanyan was stunned! Her father was the supreme ruler of the entire Cloud Peak City, so noble and proud. Now, he was bowing to this Mori barbarian because of her.

Ximen Yanyan felt her heart tearing. Her father was the person she admired and respected the most. Because of her mistake, her father had to endure such humiliation.

"Father, no..." Ximen Yanyan knelt in front of her father, threw away the dagger, and hugged his legs, crying, "Father, I was wrong! I shouldn't have bullied others, I shouldn't have hurt him, and I shouldn't have used the dagger to threaten you with my life."

"Father, I know everything. I know what I should do and what I shouldn't do, but I really can't control my temper," Ximen Yanyan said, crying.

Ximen Wuya sighed softly, reaching out to stroke his daughter's soft hair, and said, "Yanyan, how long has it been since you last cried?"

Ximen Yanyan sobbed, "Since that incident when I was fifteen, I haven't cried again."

This little princess of Cloud Peak City was arrogant and stubborn, never bowing her head or shedding a tear. Today, she cried loudly because of her father's bow, even though she knew it was her own fault and she shouldn't blame Yang Dingtian, she couldn't suppress her hatred for him.

"Where is it?" Ximen Wuya extended his hand.

Ximen Yanyan took out the flame pendant from her bosom, her gaze filled with both reluctance and hatred, and placed it gently in her father's hand.

"Stand up!" Ximen Wuya said, "Remember today. In the future, think about today before you do anything, and think about Father. Don't let your temper get the best of you, think three times before you act!"

"Yes, I understand," Ximen Yanyan said, lowering her head.

"Also, don't bear a grudge against this young brother," Ximen Wuya continued.

Ximen Yanyan gritted her teeth and said, "Father, I can't help but hate him in my heart. But I won't take revenge on him, I won't target him, and I won't harm him. I will ignore him, avoid him, and not even look at him!"

By the end, Ximen Yanyan could no longer suppress her resentment.

Ximen Wuya frowned, waved his hand, and said dispiritedly, "You may leave..."

Ximen Yanyan gave Yang Dingtian a cold glare and then turned and walked out.

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"Little brother, here is your pendant." Ximen Wuya handed the flame pendant to Yang Dingtian.

Yang Dingtian took it and hung it around his neck, saying, "Mr. Ximen, I'm very sorry. If it were something else, I wouldn't mind giving it to Miss Ximen, but this flame pendant was given to me by my relatives, and it is very important to me."

"I understand, and even if it were something unimportant, no one should take it by force," Ximen Wuya said.

"By the way, where are you going? If you're going in a different direction, I can provide a fast boat to take you where you need to go," Ximen Wuya said.

At this moment, Yang Dingtian realized that the room was slightly swaying, and he asked, "Are we at sea?"

Ximen Wuya nodded and said, "Yes."

"I'm going to Eastern Cloud Province. Is it far from here?" Yang Dingtian asked.

"Eastern Cloud Province?" Ximen Wuya said, "To Yin-Yang Sect?"

Yang Dingtian was slightly taken aback.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to pry into your privacy," Ximen Wuya said, "But my destination is also Yin-Yang Sect. If you're going there too, we can travel together!"

"Such a coincidence?" Yang Dingtian's heart suddenly became wary, and he tightened his grip on the flame pendant. Could this gentleman's kindness just now have been an act? Does he have some hidden agenda? Has he already discovered the secret of my flame pendant?

Ximen Wuya glanced at Yang Dingtian, his eyes seeming to see through everything, and he smiled, "Don't worry, little brother. If you don't want to, I can provide a fast boat to take you to Eastern Cloud Province."

Yang Dingtian smiled awkwardly and said, "No need, Mr. Ximen. I'll trouble you to take me along."

"You're welcome, it's my duty," Ximen Wuya said, "You're fine now. I'll have someone bring you some food soon. I'll leave now and come back to see you tomorrow."

With that, Ximen Wuya walked out.

Yang Dingtian quickly got up to see him off.

"Stop, there are many books in this room. You can read them for entertainment," Ximen Wuya turned and said, "If you feel bored, you can go to the bed and look at the sea."

Then, Ximen Wuya left.

About ten minutes later, a handsome maid brought the food, which was very exquisite and delicious. Yang Dingtian ate heartily, almost dropping his tongue in delight, while the pretty maid looked at him with disdain.

Although the maid didn't say anything impolite, her face remained tense and hostile, indicating that she and Ximen Yanyan were good friends, and they shared a common enemy.

"Comfortable!" Yang Dingtian patted his stomach. It had been over a year since he had eaten real food. Heaven be praised!

"Hmph..." At this moment, the pretty maid could no longer contain her indignation, coldly snorted, and left, slamming the door to express her anger at Yang Dingtian.

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The next day, after waking up, Yang Dingtian decided to go to the deck to see the sea and see how it differed from the sea on Earth.

The ship was very large, and it took Yang Dingtian several minutes to walk from his room to the deck. Along the way, he encountered many people, but they all seemed to be hostile to him, or at least cold and avoiding him.

"Hmph, this person is just a barbarian. Why is the master being so kind to him? Not only did he use a lot of mystic power to heal him, but he also wasted a lot of Mystic Ice Jade Liquid, which could have been exchanged for hundreds of barbarian slaves," some of the warriors on the ship thought Yang Dingtian was a barbarian and didn't understand their language, so they didn't hesitate to say these things.

Yang Dingtian ignored their words and walked directly to the deck, immediately smelling the cool, salty sea breeze and hearing the sound of the waves.

The sea here looked not much different from Earth, still vast, still blue, still with seabirds and large schools of fish.

The ship was made of wood, much larger and more elegant than the wooden ships of ancient Earth.

At the bow of the ship stood a fiery and alluring figure, Ximen Yanyan. Only she would wear such thin clothing, and only she would have such a full and alluring figure.

She was wearing a long dress today, still tight-fitting, still fiery red, still light and thin, as if made of silk.

The sea wind blew, tightly wrapping the fiery red dress around her elastic and full body, making her figure even more exaggerated and fiery, her chest even more prominent and proud. This girl was wild, and she didn't care if others saw her alluring curves. She was like a flame, burning the desires and hearts of men wherever she went.

"I want to be alone. Whoever it is, get out of my sight," Ximen Yanyan said rudely, sensing the footsteps behind her.

Yang Dingtian ignored her and walked forward, leaning on the wooden railing and looking down at the sea and the fish leaping out of the water.

When Ximen Yanyan saw that it was Yang Dingtian, the fake barbarian, her beautiful eyebrows instantly furrowed, and she instinctively held her breath, as if she couldn't even bear to share the air within two meters of Yang Dingtian.

"Go away, don't appear in front of me," Ximen Yanyan said coldly.

Yang Dingtian ignored her and continued to watch the fish leaping in the sea with great interest.

Ximen Yanyan was furious, her tender and white hand clenched into a fist, almost ready to explode, but remembering her father's anger, she forced herself to hold back and said coldly, "If you don't leave, I will!"

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