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Zhao Xin felt utterly unfortunate. She had gone to the Guan Family Fortress to steal a secret manual, but not only did she fail, her identity was exposed. For several days, she had made no progress and had even fallen into the hands of the idiot Shen Yuli. Moreover...
Listening to him ramble on and on, Zhao Xin's expression was stiff; she couldn't comprehend his thought process, staring at him as if he were some new species.
Zhao Xin gazed at the ceiling, her anger nearly overwhelming her.
She closed her eyes, a wave of sorrow and despair washing over her, as if a venomous snake were coiling around her heart, making her feel anxious and uncomfortable.
Her internal energy was truly depleted. She had thought it was just a temporary injury, that she couldn't gather her internal energy due to insufficient vitality...
Shen Yuli flipped through the yellowed pages of the manual, looking like an elderly man who unexpectedly discovered a childhood toy, filled with both joy and nostalgia in the shadows of time. "I haven't looked at this since I finished writing it. I didn't expect my handwriting at ten would be this good."
He smiled proudly, his already bright face glowing even more with delight. "This was something my master made me copy as punishment when I was a child. Kids lack focus; I scribbled all over the place—either misaligned or full of mistakes. It's a miracle I didn't die practicing from this."
Shen Yuli turned his gaze towards her, his serious and admiring expression felt more like mockery. "You're quite lucky."
"Lucky?" Yes, before this moment, she had thought herself fortunate to have so easily obtained a martial arts masterpiece. It turned out to be nothing more than someone else's discarded trash.
Enduring the searing pain while practicing the Samadhi True Fire had been for what? Just a child's doodle.
Now she was not only severely injured but had also lost all her internal energy.
Zhao Xin trembled with rage, feeling utterly helpless.
Zhao Xin turned to look at the person, Shen Yuli, who was resting with his eyes closed. With less noise and a less annoying smile, he appeared refined and elegant, exuding an ethereal aura from head to toe.
On the surface, Shen Yuli seemed oblivious to the world, yet his words and actions carried a hint of intentionality. He could infuriate someone without making a sound, only to later present an innocent facade, blurring the lines between truth and deception.
"What a dangerous man," Zhao Xin thought to herself as she assessed Shen Yuli.
Suddenly, Shen Yuli seemed to have discovered something amusing in his book and exclaimed with delight, "Yes, yes, yes! It's this asshole! I was so bored that I drew a asshole for Master!"
He shook his head, laughing as he spoke. "Truly youthful ignorance."
Zhao Xin felt a lump rise in her throat, nearly choking on her disbelief.
She had thought that the " asshole " held some earth-shattering secret; it turned out to be nothing more than a child's prank.
Confused by her own emotions—whether it was anger, frustration, or resentment—Zhao Xin's teeth chattered as tears welled up in her eyes. "You insufferable..."
Instinctively glancing at Shen Yuli, she found him smiling at her without any intention of explaining himself, which only fueled her rage further.
A knock sounded from outside, and a waiter entered respectfully.
Shen Yuli smiled gently at him. The waiter returned the gesture and approached the bedside with a tray. "Madam, it's time for your medicine."
Zhao Xin shouted in disbelief, glaring at Shen Yuli. "Respectful Madam?"
She raised her hand and slowly pointed at herself. "Could it be...?"
Her piercing gaze shot towards the waiter as she questioned, "What did you call me?"
The waiter, sensing her displeasure, stammered in fear, "Madam..."
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