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

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

spoken out of turn. Ms. Tang, you can do whatever you want with her, and 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 talent for

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

woman didn't criticize

appeared on her

had started twenty years earlier, her achievements now might

of resentment could

far from the tree. If the father isn't a good person, the son is usually a jerk

man's face immediately

were being stared down by a tigress that

daughter-in-law in your care," the man quickly

Qiu Mucheng was unaware

tirelessly day after day, neglecting sleep and meal

sword technique, Qiu Mucheng felt a sharp pain in her

heart had been emptied, leaving a huge hole

as if she had lost someone very important in her

persisted for a long time, making

her body trembled, and she coughed up a mouthful of

on the ground

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

news of Ye Fan's death was purposely

arts

and his justified and deserved death at the hands

Zihua, and others became heroes for delivering

Fan, he was nailed to the pillar of

know or care who Ye Fan was or even who

all, most of them had never met Ye Fan in their

knew he was a bad person,

for whether he was truly wicked or not, only a few people

is written by the

who were judged in history as wicked and corrupt

a stranger and someone

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