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“Senior brother,” Song Lingyue’s eyelashes almost touched her senior brother’s lips, her breath sweet as orchids, “you… are truly a good person!”
Fu Hai had always considered himself a good person, but today, he felt like he had made a mistake. Therefore, he wasn't quite sure what his junior sister meant.
He had a feeling that his junior sister's sword, which sheathed itself, was still trembling. It gave him the creeps.
That afternoon, his junior sister Song Lingyue stayed at the inn with him.
“Senior brother,” Song Lingyue looked at him quietly, “won’t you go to Lady Murong’s place and chat with her a little longer?”
"Junior sister, what exactly are you trying to say?" Fu Hai looked at his junior sister. He had a feeling that she was testing him for something.
When Junior Sister Lingyue was eleven years old, she arrived at Little Diancang Mountain. She arrived even earlier than Yuelan.
At that time, the previous leader of the Dragon Claw Sect, who was also Fu Hai's adoptive father, brought her up the mountain from outside. Lingyue was a withdrawn and thin girl at that time.
Fu Hai felt sorry for her and took great care of her. Over the years, Ling Yue's mood seemed to have slowly improved. Ling Yue's martial arts talent was higher than that of her senior brother and Yue Lan.
With the current empress in power, the world is generally at peace, and the three disciples have no opportunity to gain experience.
Judging from the panel, Lingyue's Dragon Claw Hand has reached "Mastery", while Fu Hai, as her master, is only "Skilled". Her Dragon Claw Hand was taught by Fu Hai.
But Fu Hai still didn't understand why her family's Broken Moon Sword had suddenly become so powerful.
Going from mastery to mastery is no easy feat; it requires unique insights into one's existing martial arts.
"Junior sister," Fu Hai looked at her sitting beside him, "there's nothing much going on at the inn, it seems no one will be coming this afternoon. Why don't I stay here by myself, you don't need to keep me company."
"If I leave, will you go to Lady Murong's room, Senior Brother?" Song Lingyue looked at him. For some reason, Fu Hai felt that his junior sister's eyes seemed to light up.
“I…I won’t go.” Fu Hai shook his head. “Miss Murong is resting, and I don’t want to disturb her.” “Oh—” Ling Yue’s eyes slowly dimmed again.
The two students, a senior and a junior, sat quietly side by side on the bench behind the counter.
Fu Hai opened the panel and looked at it. He now had 680 points and a low-grade random card. There was also a new shop in the system. He opened the shop and found many entries.
For example, the "Martial Arts Proficiency (Low Grade)" attribute requires 200 points and, when applied to a specific low-grade martial art, can increase the cultivation progress by 50%. Similarly, the "Martial Arts Comprehension Enhancement (Low Grade)" attribute requires 300 points and is best used after achieving mastery over a specific martial art.
Before mastering martial arts, all you need is continuous hard work or practical experience. Only after mastering martial arts and wanting to advance further do you need martial arts comprehension.
In addition, there are those that permanently enhance an individual's physical constitution and permanently enhance their comprehension, but those require far too many points.
Although Fu Hai gained 680 points today, he lost his virginity, so he was quite heartbroken. Song Lingyue turned her head and secretly peeked at her senior brother's profile.
My senior brother has a gentle face and a refined, scholarly air about him, which makes him very likable.
Unfortunately, it seemed her senior brother wasn't planning on going to Murong Die's room anymore. This left her slightly disappointed.
Because her "Shattered Moon Sword" was a family heirloom, not belonging to the Dragon Claw Sect of Xiaodiancang Mountain, her senior brother never inquired about it. What her senior brother didn't know was that the Shattered Moon Sword was actually just a disguise.
Their ancestors were once renowned in the martial arts world, producing masters of the fourth realm or higher in every generation. Later, for reasons unknown, they gradually declined.
Until her father, in order to revive the Song family, relentlessly dug into the secrets of the family's martial arts. Finally, he unearthed the truth about the "Shattered Moon Sword" from beneath the ancestral home.
The so-called Shattered Moon Sword is merely a disguise; it possesses a far more powerful advanced martial art called the "Shattered Dream Blade"!
The first line of this mysterious sword technique, known as the Shattered Dream Blade, is: "To master the divine blade, one must first cultivate oneself!"
The father discovered the truth about the family's martial arts, but her mother came from a prominent family—that's just too good.
This led to a tragic family feud, and she was sent to Xiaodiancang Mountain. Song Lingyue liked her senior brother very much, extremely much.
During her loneliest and most vulnerable moments, it was her senior who stayed by her side, comforted her, and gave her a sense of security in life.
But she still remembers that before her father died, he held her hand tightly and told her that she must revive the family's martial arts and comprehend the true "Shattered Dream Blade" from the "Shattered Moon Sword".
Originally, she thought the breakthrough point lay with her junior sister, Xia Yuelan. However, her senior brother was just too good, a true gentleman.
The junior sister clearly possesses a natural allure, yet she is too naive and still doesn't understand what love and romance are.
She hadn't expected the opportunity to come so suddenly. That heart-wrenching feeling.
And then there's that incredible, wondrous joy—a joy that comes from the sudden, mirror-like shattering of one's heart, yet also from the feeling of having a mysterious door opened.
“Senior brother,” her voice was soft, gentle, and warm, “why don’t you go sit in Miss Murong’s room? It’s nothing… I won’t blame you.”
The thought of her favorite senior brother making those obscene sounds with another woman filled her with a mixture of heartbreak and pleasure, like a pair of wings tangled together.
She felt her sword humming, like a dragon about to leap up and soar into the sky. Fu Hai looked at his junior sister.
Her face was as pale as snow, and her eyes held a strange, eerie light deep within.
When she uttered the words "I won't blame you," a terrifying sword aura chilled the entire hall.
This time, he heard it clearly: the sword in his junior sister's sheath was indeed ringing. A soft, resonant sound.
It was as if, the moment he agreed, the sword would be drawn and fall to his feet. *Alas, junior sister, please stop testing me! I will never dare again.*
"Master Dui," the junior sister said, her eyes gleaming coldly, like those of a dead fish, "Are you really not going?" "I...I'm never going again!" The senior brother felt a chill run down his spine.
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Song Lingyue wanted to try to persuade her senior brother more indirectly.
"Senior brother!" Xia Yuelan rushed in from the backyard like a gust of wind.
Following them was Qiu Ying, who had changed into a simple light blue dress and always had a calm expression.
“Master, Miss Lingyue!” You Qiuying said softly, “I’ll just watch over things here, you can go and rest.” “Actually, it’s nothing.” Fu Hai stood up and gave her his seat.
"No one has come all day?" Xia Yuelan looked outside and saw that the sky was gradually darkening. There was only a brown horse in the manger. "Ah, that's Miss Die's."
Song Lingyue said softly, "She was the only one who got through the whole day." "She's done for! She's really done for!" Xia Yuelan pouted, her cheeks puffed out.
Xia Yuelan enjoys lively atmospheres, and normally, by this time, many people would have already started moving into the inn.
Every evening, she would come to the inn to help out and also to liven things up.
She enjoyed listening to travelers from all over the world recount all sorts of interesting stories happening in the martial arts world.
“There should still be some people at the Lantern Festival next month,” Song Lingyue said. “After that, as the weather gets colder, there will be even fewer people.” She was also a little worried: “It seems I need to start saving money, otherwise I won’t be able to pay the taxes due to the Dragon Claw Sect at the end of the year.”
“It’s alright,” Fu Hai said confidently. “Tomorrow I’ll go to Baoshuzhai in the city for a consultation. Madam Langyue from Baoshuzhai said that with my writing skills, she will definitely accept my work as long as I’m willing to write. Then I’ll have some money.”
“I’m talking about that book,” Xia Yuelan bent over, clenching her fists, “absolutely, absolutely no one wants to read it.” Fu Hai chuckled: “But you still read it all night.”
Xia Yuelan screamed, "I regret it so much!" She really couldn't stop watching.
I was really furious, and I hated myself for watching it all night.
"Oh dear, why are there only a few of you?" Murong Die descended the steps from the second floor.
She put her new crimson, flowing, arrow-sleeved dress back on, and as she walked, the skirt swayed much more dramatically. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she glanced at the young shopkeeper; her eyes were like water, full of alluring charm.
"Sister Butterfly!" Xia Yuelan pulled Murong Die to sit down at the octagonal table. "Has anything interesting happened in the martial arts world lately?"
“Nothing interesting,” Murong Die said. “If I had to say anything, it’s just that I heard there are ghosts in Duanyun Mountain to the west.” “Ghosts?” Xia Yuelan immediately perked up.
"A few days ago, a group of rebels fled into Duanyun Mountain. The government troops from Qing County chased after them. Our city was worried that they would flee over, so we also sent troops to surround them."
They finally found the bandits, only to discover that their leader... a guy with a ninth-level cultivation level, had his head chopped off, and the rest of his men had all gone mad, unable to speak clearly, and kept saying that something was amiss.
Murong Die took the tea handed to her by Song Lingyue and continued...
"Because we don't know what exactly happened in the mountains, the county has summoned us martial arts practitioners to go into the mountains again tomorrow and take another look along the path taken by those bandits."
Xia Yuelan asked happily, "Can I come along?" Fu Hai replied directly, "No, you're not allowed to go."
Xia Yuelan put her hands on her hips: "Why can't we go? Our Dragon Claw Sect is a martial arts sect, a righteous sect. It is only natural for us to cooperate with the government to punish evil and eliminate monsters."
Fu Hai really wanted to hit her on the head with a whip.
This morning he said he would be a protector of the demonic sect, but he ruined my good system of "Five Stresses, Four Beauties, and Three Loves".
Now you want to be a righteous heroine again? How did your stance change so quickly? Fu Hai glanced at the Ultimate Demonic Chaos System.
He was disappointed that the system didn't revert to its original state despite his junior sister's changing stance.
Murong Die smiled and said, "Your senior brother is right. As innkeepers, you should just listen to the various events in the martial arts world and try not to get involved. Inns have always been considered neutral places in the martial arts world."
"After all, you can't refuse anyone who comes to stay at the inn. Various groups come and go, and if you really offend any of them, it's hard to guard against, and it's very troublesome."
At this point, she glanced at Fu Haijiu again, as if to say, "See, I'm speaking up for you." Xia Yuelan said "Oh," and didn't insist any further.
After all, no one can deny the fact that although the Dragon Claw Sect is called a martial arts sect, it is actually just running an inn now.
And all their income depended on this one inn. After dark, no one else checked in. Not even a single person stopped for a meal.
That evening, Qiu Ying cooked the meal, and Murong Die squeezed in to join them.
This made it a little more lively. After the meal, Murong Die went back to her room to rest.
Qiu Ying took a look at the manuscript written by her employer, using it to pass the time while guarding the inn at night. Xia Yuelan kept reminding her not to look, but Qiu Ying became even more curious.
Ultimately, it's just a novel; it can't possibly devour people, can it? Fu Hai returned to the mountains; the full moon rose, and the outside world was bathed in silvery light.
He was in his room and decided to draw that low-grade random card first.
He will definitely have to be cautious about the tasks that this "Ultimate Demon Chaos System" will issue in the future.
But let's keep the rewards we've already obtained. A low-grade random card was used, and a flash of light streaked across the screen.
[Gynecological Master (Beginner): A unique technique that utilizes massage, acupressure, and the manipulation of semen through the uterus to treat internal and external injuries in women. Specializes in treating...]
Gynecology, you have to admit it's top-notch.
What the hell?
What is this ghost?
Why is it a specialist in gynecology?
What does "ejaculation through the uterus" mean? What does "you can't argue with that" mean?
So, is this the ultimate system for unleashing chaos and evil, or the ultimate yin? Fu Hai sat by the window in his room, his lips twitching.
If she were not a "feminist expert" but a "general practitioner expert," her usefulness would be far greater.
He could easily open another clinic next to the inn, specializing in treating internal and external injuries, as well as sprains and bruises.
In this world, medicine is still highly valued. But this "female gynecologist" is a different story.
He can't exactly open a clinic and hang a sign outside that says "Specializing in treating women's internal and external injuries, sprains and bruises," can he?
He upheld the Five Stresses, Four Beauties, and Three Loves, and was upright and had nothing to fear, but others didn't see it that way. He imagined himself running a clinic, with his junior sister Yuelan helping him with his cough and ailment: