Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

In the face of her master's reprimand, Qiu Mucheng lowered her head in shame.

"I'm sorry, Master. I've disappointed you."

Her eyes were full of guilt as she apologized to her master.

Despite her apology, her master paid her no attention and walked away while saying coldly, "I've told you to give up. This path is not meant for you."

The graceful woman strode away, crushing fallen leaves and flowers beneath her feet.

Her words cut Qiu Mucheng deeply, piercing through the latter's heart and leaving her feeling extremely dejected and unhappy.

After all, nothing was more devastating for a proud woman than to be rejected by her own master.

However, Qiu Mucheng did not give up in the face of those words.

Gritting her teeth, she shouted at her departing master, "No, Master! I won't give up! I'll never give up! I'll make you and that faithless man see my worth!"

Qiu Mucheng had a determined look in her eyes. The extent of her inner strength and fortitude was beyond anyone's comprehension.

The elegant woman remained silent, but with a wave of her sleeve, a willow branch immediately shot out from beneath her feet and hovered in front of Qiu Mucheng.

Under Qiu Mucheng's shocked gaze, the branch in the woman's hand seemed to have come alive, dancing and twirling in the air with remarkable agility.

With each slice, thrust, and stab, the movements of the branch were swift and fluid.

At first, Qiu Mucheng was puzzled, but soon she realized that it was her master demonstrating her swordsmanship right before her eyes.

Overjoyed, Qiu Mucheng tried hard to remember the teachings imparted to her. She was filled with gratitude toward her master at that moment.

I knew it! Master has a sharp tongue but a kind heart.

With her master's guidance, Qiu Mucheng became more enthusiastic about practicing her swordsmanship.

Meanwhile, several hundred meters away stood a middle-aged man with his hands behind his back. He was watching from a distance.

Before long, Qiu Mucheng's master returned to the spot.

with a smile, "After all these years, you're still so sharp-tongued. Can't you say something nicer? It won't

you feeling sorry for her? If so, take her away, then. I don't even have time to take care of my own sister, and yet I still have to bother about your daughter-in-law. You don't appreciate what I do, and you're still criticizing me. If you can't stand the way I teach my disciples, then take her away. That way, I'll have more leisure time too." The woman glared at

I won't interfere anymore. However, my daughter-in-law is quite talented, right? I remember that you practiced this sword technique for over six months before mastering it. My daughter-in-law had no martial arts background back then, yet she only spent half a year more than you to master it. She's a natural

practicing with her sword in the dense forest from afar,

the elegant woman didn't criticize him this

of approval appeared on her cold and

had started twenty years earlier, her achievements now might have even surpassed those of

of resentment could

the tree. If the father isn't a good person, the son is

face immediately faded,

being stared down by a tigress that could easily

Quadfield. I'll leave my daughter-in-law in your care," the man quickly said before running

Mucheng was unaware of the conversation happening

train tirelessly day after day, neglecting sleep

her sword technique, Qiu Mucheng felt a sharp pain

as though her heart had been emptied, leaving a huge hole

loneliness flooded her mind as

pain persisted for a long time, making it difficult

and she coughed up a

with emotion, she collapsed on the ground

into the distance, whispering, "Y-Ye Fan, i-is that

of the nuclear bombing, the news of Ye Fan's death was

arts world, but even the

headlines such as "Justice Prevails" reported Ye Fan's wicked life and his justified and deserved death at the

Zihua, and others became heroes for delivering justice to

for Ye Fan, he was nailed to the pillar of shame in human

know or care who Ye Fan was or even

most of them had never

knew he was a

he was truly wicked or not,

written by the

people who were judged in history as wicked and corrupt will be

was a stranger