Chapter 33

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The door was slightly ajar, meant to block the wind and snow outside, not to keep out guests.

The gap in the door gradually widened, accompanied by a cold wind that made the temperature in the hall drop sharply. What appeared first was not a person, but a foot.

If the cold wind made people in the hall feel cold, then this foot could make hearts race.

Everyone, except for Shen Lian, held their breath.

Because the other foot also came in, bare, revealing a pair of delicate and lustrous feet.

It was easy to imagine that the owner of these feet must have come from outside, walked over the cold and icy ground, but there were no scars or chilblains, as white and smooth as sheep's fat jade, like the glazed tiles of the imperial palace.

Anyone with such a pair of feet, as long as they weren't too ugly, would undoubtedly make countless men infatuated.

No one would believe that the owner of these feet could be a man. Indeed, the owner of these feet was not a man, as everyone expected, a woman entered, a woman far more enchanting than anyone could imagine.

Coming from the icy and snowy world, she wore a red gauze dress and carried a package wrapped in gray cloth.

The package was long, and by its shape, it looked like a stick, or a sword, or perhaps a knife.

The woman wore very little clothing, but not much was exposed. What drew the most attention was still her feet, beautiful enough to make one willing to be trampled to death.

"Brother Lian, I could play with these legs for a year," said An Renjie of the Green Bamboo Gang, who was in his twenties.

Of course, An Renjie had another identity, he was the only son of the Green Bamboo Gang's leader, An Wanli.

It was not unusual for Shen Lian to have learned martial arts from the Green-robed man, even Ling Chongxiao had admitted it himself.

What was unusual was that over such a long time, countless martial arts experts who wanted to obtain the Green-robed man's martial arts from Shen Lian either unexpectedly came to Qingzhou City and left, or never came at all.

At first, everyone kept silent, many of them were well-known figures in the martial world.

But without exception, everyone praised Shen Lian and sincerely admired him.

Most people in the martial world were lawless, even someone as skilled as Ling Chongxiao rarely received praise from all those he had fought.

Most of them, if they couldn't win, would just practice for another ten years and come back to challenge again.

Shen Lian was different. Even though he was still a minor in age, he had not yet reached the golden age for martial arts training, which is between twenty and thirty.

Yet, even so, none of these martial arts experts could last a single move against Shen Lian.

More disheartening was that Shen Lian used a sandalwood sword.

His victories were based on real skill.

As for why so many people knew Shen Lian used a sandalwood sword, it was because about half a year ago, during the spring, the Golden Saber King personally invited Shen Lian to Jialan Temple outside the city.

At the Golden Saber King's age, he was no longer fighting for dominance, but for improvement.

Wealth, beauty, and even power, he had tasted them all and let them go.

The only thing he couldn't let go of was the exploration of martial arts.

But he still lost, losing more thoroughly than ever before in his life.

The impact of this battle was no less than the legend of Ling Chongxiao defeating forty experts from forty prefectures in the past.

Because Shen Lian was younger, and he only used one sword.

Moreover, the experts from those forty cities might not have matched the Golden Saber King of today.

Because of this, Shen Lian's reputation in the martial world was great. Although he had never traveled, he was listed as someone not to be provoked.

The Green-robed man had killed many people, yet many still wanted to provoke him.

Shen Lian had never killed anyone, yet few were willing to provoke him now.

This showed that what made people fear was not just how fierce you were, but also other reasons.

An Renjie, born into the Green Bamboo Gang, was more like a playboy than Shen Lian.

When he found that life in 'Youjian Inn' was more comfortable than at home, he didn't even go back.

In his words, compared to staying in the 'Number One Room,' his home was like a doghouse. Of course, this statement was never heard by his father, An Wanli, or he might not be sitting here now.

Even Xu Hong might not have been willing to leave if it weren't for the one thousand taels of silver per person per day.

Xu Hong had also tried to bargain with Shen Lian, but Shen Lian smiled and said it was a special price for him, which couldn't be changed.

"If I were you, I wouldn't play with these legs," Shen Lian said softly, but An Renjie didn't hear it in time.

Because the owner of these legs spoke, she slowly backed away, closing the door, her every move enchanting, captivating, and soul-stirring.

She might be over thirty, but her eyes were bright, with a natural playfulness that even a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl couldn't match.

A silk scarf draped over her neck, covering her smooth, delicate skin, bringing a touch of laziness in the cold winter, making one think of the spring when flowers bloomed everywhere.

"Who is the owner of this place?" she asked with a faint smile, like the morning sun shining through a thin veil, bright and hazy.

Such a woman should not appear in this season; she should be in the spring, playing in the water of the Huaxi Stream, carefree and content.

"I am the owner here. Miss, do you need a room? Unfortunately, we have no rooms available. If you don't mind, you can stay in my room," An Renjie rushed over impatiently. His lightness skills were not great, but he moved like a rabbit.

If he had been as enthusiastic about practicing when he started, he would have been much stronger than his father, An Wanli.

So, what limits a person's progress is never just talent, at least not entirely.

"You are not."

"Why not?" An Renjie looked at her bare feet and suddenly felt very hungry, even though he had just eaten.

"Because I know the owner here is Yu Gongzi, not Zhu Gongzi," her voice was beautiful, not as soft and gentle as a young lark's first chirp.

It was like the spring stream hitting the rocks, quite clear.

'Yu Gongzi' was, of course, Shen Lian, a nickname given by the martial world.

Shen Lian, like a gentleman of jade, refined and polished.

"Miss, you must be joking. I don't have the surname Zhu, and there is no Yu Gongzi here," An Renjie, who was not very interested in martial world affairs, did not know Shen Lian's nickname.

An Wanli, knowing Shen Lian's deeds, allowed An Renjie to stay away from home, at least his good-for-nothing son had done one thing right.

"The 'Zhu' I meant is the 'Zhu' in 'pork,' not the 'Zhu' in 'cinnabar," the woman smiled.

This statement was not very loud, but everyone in the hall heard it.

They all laughed, and this time, Shen Lian was no exception.

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