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.

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

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 him and

I remember that you practiced this sword

but watch the woman practicing with her sword in the dense forest from afar, growing more and more

elegant woman didn't criticize him

rare trace of approval appeared on her cold and

this girl is truly exceptional and is a fast learner. If she had started twenty years earlier, her achievements now might have even surpassed those of your worthless son. Unfortunately, that brat held her back,"

she spoke, a hint of resentment could be detected in

father isn't

the man's face immediately faded, and he trembled

were being stared down

your care," the

was unaware of

continued to train tirelessly day after day, neglecting

Mucheng

been emptied, leaving a huge hole in

loneliness flooded her mind as if she had lost someone very important in her

a long time, making it difficult

and she coughed up

she collapsed on the ground with tears

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

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

the martial arts world, but even the secular world caught

wicked life and his justified and deserved death at the

became

was nailed to the pillar of shame

people didn't know or care who Ye Fan was or even

most of them had never met Ye Fan in

he was a bad person,

for whether he was truly wicked or not, only

written by the

in history as wicked and corrupt will be exactly how

Fan was a stranger

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