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.

so sharp-tongued. Can't you say something nicer?

don't appreciate what I do, and you're still criticizing me. If you can't stand

quite talented, right? I remember that you practiced this sword technique for over six months

help but watch the woman practicing with her sword in the dense forest

the elegant woman didn't criticize

of approval appeared on her

If she had started twenty years earlier, her achievements now might have even surpassed

a hint of resentment could be detected in her

really don't fall far from the tree. If the father isn't a good person, the

smile on the man's face immediately

down by a

leave my daughter-in-law in your care," the man quickly said before

Qiu Mucheng was unaware of the conversation

train tirelessly day after day, neglecting sleep

while practicing her sword technique, Qiu Mucheng felt a sharp

been

as if she had lost

time, making it difficult for her to

trembled, and she

collapsed on the ground with

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

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reported Ye Fan's wicked life and his justified and deserved death at

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he was nailed to the

know or care who Ye

of them had never met

matter. They knew he was a bad person, and

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written by the

were judged in history as wicked and corrupt will be exactly how future generations perceive

people, Ye Fan was a stranger and someone they had