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In a simple little cottage, two figures were sitting across from each other.
One was slightly thin yet possessed a certain charm, while the other was a lovely young woman, radiating beauty. It goes without saying that these two were Ye Tian and Cold Frost.
"Brother Ye Tian, does your injury hurt?" Cold Frost asked with concern as she looked at Ye Tian.
"It doesn't hurt, Xiaoshuang... There's something I want to talk to you about," Ye Tian hesitated, unsure of how to begin.
During their time together, they had shared many joyful moments, leading to subtle changes in their hearts. They would miss each other when apart and feel an extra joy when reunited.
Ye Tian had not shown up all day, and Cold Frost waited for him in his cottage. The moment Ye Tian opened the door, he clearly saw the joy radiating from Cold Frost's face. This feeling was truly wonderful, so wonderful that Ye Tian couldn't bring himself to voice his desire to leave.
"What is it?" Cold Frost's big, sparkling eyes blinked adorably.
"Um... I want to..." Ye Tian stammered.
"Oh dear, I'm so hungry! I've waited for you all day. Come eat with me," Cold Frost interrupted him, rubbing her stomach with a pitiful expression.
"Let me finish what I have to say first, okay?" Ye Tian gritted his teeth and decided he needed to speak up.
"Brother Ye Tian, how did you get this injury? Look, your neck is all bruised. Did you get into another fight?" Cold Frost changed the subject again as she picked up some medicinal alcohol and gently wiped Ye Tian's wound.
In truth, she knew what Ye Tian wanted to say. Today she had overheard several guards discussing him in hushed tones. Coupled with Ye Tian's current demeanor and her understanding of his character, how could she not guess that he wanted to leave?
But what would happen after he left? Would the Wang family let him go?
"Xiaoshuang!" Ye Tian held the hand that was wiping his wounds, the skin delicate and warm. At that moment, it felt as if an electric current had surged through Ye Tianxin's mind.
"Xiaoshuang, I have to go. Thank you, really, I won't forget you." Ye Tian stood up and turned to pack his belongings. At this moment, he could no longer face Cold Frost, fearing that the tears welling in his eyes would silently fall.
The room fell into a brief silence, with only the soft sounds of Ye Tian packing his bag.
At this moment, both of their minds conjured the same images, memories flooding back from the past few days—how joyful and beautiful it had been...
"No! I won't let you go!" Cold Frost's voice choked as she forcefully grabbed Ye Tian's bag.
"Xiaoshuang, give it to me. I really have to leave." Ye Tian lowered his head, his eyes growing redder.
"Why? Is it just because of those guards' gossip? My father and I don't care about that!" Cold Frost was somewhat agitated, her voice becoming hoarse.
"But I care!" Ye Tian suddenly shouted, tears finally spilling over: "I can't ruin your Cold Family because of my selfish desires!"
"It won't happen. The Wang family doesn't have that kind of power." Cold Frost calmed down first and spoke gently.
"What about the Xu Family? I still have to kill Xu Ao. Can you handle both Xu and Wang families together? Xiaoshuang, I saved your life, but Uncle Leng also saved me from Wang Weiyang that day. We no longer owe each other anything. I have no reason to drag your Cold Family into my feud with others, so please stop clinging to me." This statement was indeed very hurtful, but in order not to continue burdening Cold Frost, Ye Tian had no choice but to harden his heart.
"Ye Tian Gege, I know why you're saying this. I won't let you go!" Cold Frost tightened her grip on Ye Tian's hand even more.
Before him stood someone who cherished him so much; could he truly bear to part with her?
"Xiaoshuang..." Ye Tian pulled Cold Frost into his embrace. A flood of emotions surged within him at that moment; there was only one thought lingering in his mind: in this life, having you is all I desire.
The warm body leaned against him, a faint scent of femininity enveloping his side. Ye Tian's mind became somewhat chaotic, so chaotic that he wanted to press his lips deeply against hers, so chaotic that he wished to gently lift her up and cherish her with a lifetime of tenderness.
Their gazes met, both eyes filled with a hazy heat. Looking at Cold Frost's slightly parted ruby lips, breathing softly like orchids, Ye Tian's lips slowly moved closer.
A gust of wind blew open the window, a chilling cold sweeping through the small room.
Ye Tian was jolted awake by the coldness. He pushed Cold Frost away abruptly, his face showing considerable embarrassment as he turned his head aside and gritted his teeth, saying, "I have to go!" After saying that, he snatched his bag back from Cold Frost's hands and pushed the door open to leave.
Cold Frost stood there in a daze, tears streaming from her eyes like a fountain. The crystalline droplets slid down her cheeks to the corners of her mouth, carrying a slightly salty taste; however, it was nothing compared to the bitterness in her heart.
Ye Tian walked straight toward the courtyard door without looking back. Just as he was about to push the door open, a voice from outside called out to him.
"I want to talk to you. If after our conversation you still want to leave, I won't stop you."
With a creak, Ye Tian pushed open the courtyard door and saw Cold Boyuan standing there with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing deeply at the clouds in the sky.
"Uncle Leng, I've made my decision," Ye Tian hesitated for a moment but still stepped over the threshold.
"Wait, if you leave now, you're pushing Xiaoshuang into a fire pit."
Ye Tian paused for a moment but then continued to walk forward.
“Cold Family has a rule: the relative of the Cold Family who performs best in each Martial Arts Selection Tournament can marry one of the legitimate women from the Cold Family.” Cold Boyuan said this in a calm tone without pursuing him.
‘Swish’
Ye Tian suddenly turned around, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart, and asked, “Uncle Leng, what do you mean...”
“In this tournament, among the eligible external relatives, Leng Yong is the strongest, and he has long admired Xiaoshuang. You should know what I’m trying to tell you.”
After hearing this, Ye Tian took a sharp breath, saying, “I can’t believe this is happening.”
Ye Tian had already deeply understood what kind of person Leng Yong was; if Xiaoshuang married him, there would be no happiness to speak of!
“Uncle Leng, are you implying that I...”
“Exactly!” Cold Boyuan interrupted Ye Tian, continuing, “Now you understand why I wanted to give you the identity of a Cold Family Relative. I want you to defeat Leng Yong with this identity and earn the right to marry Xiaoshuang.”
At that moment, Cold Frost also ran out from the house, pulling at her father’s sleeve with a shy yet expectant look directed at Ye Tian.
“Uh... well...” Ye Tian naturally would agree, but with Cold Boyuan being so direct about it, he felt a bit bashful.
“What? Are you unwilling?” Cold Boyuan teased as he looked at Ye Tian.
“I am... willing.” Ye Tian elongated those two words, and the last syllable of ‘willing’ was barely audible.
“Hahaha! What are you two kids so shy about? Clearly, it’s mutual affection yet you’re acting like this.” Cold Boyuan laughed heartily, then turned serious as he approached Ye Tian: “Although Leng Yong is a Nine-Dan Warrior, surpassing him shouldn’t be too difficult for you. However, what I really want to discuss with you is something else.”
Seeing the serious expression on Cold Boyuan's face, Ye Tian also put away his smile and asked seriously, "What is it?"
"This matter concerns the lifeblood of our Cold Family and is extremely urgent," Cold Boyuan said, his gaze drifting toward a pavilion in the distance, his expression turning stern.
Following his gaze, Ye Tian saw a four-story pavilion standing beyond Hundred Zhang, where shadows could be faintly seen moving; it was the place where the Cold Family Guardian was in charge.
"Uncle Leng, is there a problem over there?" Ye Tian pointed in that direction.
"The master there is our Cold Family's Guard Captain, named Wu Tianci. His strength should be around the Second-Stage Martial Artist level," Cold Boyuan replied before suddenly shifting his gaze to another direction.
Ye Tian looked again, this time Cold Boyuan was looking at the courtyard where the Cold Family Relatives were located.
"Among the Cold Family Relatives, Leng Yong's father, Cold Wu, holds the highest position. His strength is on par with mine among peers."
"With both of them being so strong, what's the issue?" Ye Tian asked in confusion.
"A month ago, I received reliable information that Cold Wu conspired with Guard Captain Wu Tianci to undermine our Cold Family," Cold Boyuan said in a calm tone, as if discussing something unrelated to him.
"What!" Ye Tian exclaimed. Just recently, Leng Yong had been standing together with Cold Yang. The Cold Family seemed calm on the surface, but unexpectedly there were undercurrents beneath.
"Uncle Leng, what can I do?"
"The number of trustworthy people in the Cold Family is very limited right now. The guards and relatives cannot be trusted, and the legitimate members of the Cold Family are few and weak. Therefore, I urgently need a reliable and capable assistant," Cold Boyuan looked at Ye Tian, his eyes filled with intensity.
"Are you talking about me?" Ye Tian pointed at himself in surprise. "But I'm only at the sixth stage of Warrior Threshold..."
"This is not important. They don't dare to act for now; after all, a dead camel is bigger than a horse. They probably won't have the ability to do so within two years. As long as you can reach the level of a Sixth-Stage Martial Artist within that time, the chances of turning the situation around will increase significantly."
"Two years? Uncle Leng wants me to at least reach your level in that time?"
"That's right." Cold Boyuan smiled and patted Ye Tian's shoulder, saying, "Perhaps Martial Mastery may be unattainable for many throughout their lives, but I believe you can achieve it."
"But Uncle Leng, even if I reach that level, can I really turn the tide on my own?" Ye Tian continued to ask.
"You cannot, but only by reaching this level will you have the ability to safely take Xiaoshuang away." When Cold Boyuan said this, his lips did not move, but his voice clearly reached Ye Tian's ears.
"This is the Secret Sound Technique. These words cannot be heard by Xiaoshuang for now." Cold Boyuan gently stroked his beloved daughter's hair and then looked at Ye Tian, continuing with the Secret Sound Technique: "The other members of the Cold Family all possess martial power, but Xiaoshuang does not. If that day ever comes, Xiaoshuang will undoubtedly become a bargaining chip they use to threaten me. Therefore, the responsibility of protecting her falls on you. Only if she is safe can I be worry-free."
Ye Tian met Cold Boyuan's gaze and made a promise with an extremely passionate and determined look: "Uncle Leng, rest assured. If that day ever comes, even if it costs me my life, I will ensure Xiaoshuang's safety!"
Cold Boyuan looked at Ye Tian with satisfaction and nodded. He then continued with the Secret Sound Technique regarding what Ye Tian had asked earlier: "Remember, neither my elder brother nor Third Brother knows about this matter, so you must not leak any Whispers and bring trouble upon yourselves."
The two nodded heavily in response.
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