The tyrant's words caused the atmosphere, which had just eased somewhat, to freeze again, and the disciples' hearts were in turmoil, almost to the point of sudden death from a heart attack.

So he was the arsonist! No wonder he wasn't kicked!

But that sword looks familiar... It seems... it seems to be the Azure Sword of the Azure Sword Saint?

"Impossible, impossible!" Everyone immediately dismissed this absurd idea. The Qinglang Sword was a symbol of the young master of the martial arts world. How could it be in the hands of a little girl with yellow hair? It must be fake, a counterfeit.

Yu Wushuang naturally saw the Qinglang Sword as well. She also noticed the kind and gentle look on the Qinglang Sword Saint's face as he looked at Chen Jiao, his fists clenched tightly, and his lips pursed.

Despite having another guess about Shen Jiao's identity, there was nothing she could do. She didn't only have Mu Yang; she also had other junior brothers to protect.

Seeing that Ji Yan was not afraid of the trouble and was about to pick up Mu Yang and let her chop to her heart's content, Shen Jiao was so shocked that she grabbed his hand and sincerely invited, "Your Majesty, look at the clear moon and gentle breeze tonight, the bright stars, the jade trees and flowers, it is a beautiful night, would you like to be with me..."

The Sword Saint of Qinglang laughed uncontrollably, his smile as boundless as a surging river. He chuckled and boldly guessed, "Junior Sister, ask His Majesty quickly, ask him if he would be willing to spend a romantic night with you under the moon and flowers?"

Shen Jiao continued, "Would you like to... go pick night radishes with me?"

The Azure Sword Saint's smile faltered: "???"

What the heck? Is he too old? Or is it that young people don't date like Master Songheng did back then?

No, no, he decided he would give Shen Jiao a book too.

Everyone: "???"

...

Generally speaking, pleading for mercy usually involves either delivering a few impassioned and heartfelt speeches, or risking one's life for another by leveraging one's status and position, or at the very least, playing the emotional card.

But even after the tyrant and Shen Jiao left, no one could understand what the trick of pulling out the radish at night was, or how it could make the tyrant stop his killing spree.

Although they didn't understand, thankfully they didn't die here, and it seemed that Mu Yang could still be saved with some effort.

Yu Wushuang immediately led all the disciples of the Sword Forging Manor to kowtow to the Sword Saint Qinglang, begging him to heal Mu Yang.

Qinglang Sword Saint: "You've come to the wrong person if you're looking for me. If you want to save this young brother, you'll have to go find that kid surnamed Liang."

Yu Wushuang looked troubled.

"Is it difficult? If it is, then don't save him." Qinglang Sword Saint waved his hand dismissively. "He's not a three-year-old child anymore. He has to learn to take responsibility for his actions. If he wants to live, he should show his attitude. You are his senior sister, not his mother. Why do you have to interfere in everything?"

Why can't this young girl learn from his junior sister, who spends her time eating, drinking, and dating?

Why bother with those troublesome junior brothers? Aren't you tired of it?

Mu Yang, who had almost fainted from the pain, was jolted awake by the sound. Let him go? How could he go when he couldn't move? Yu Wushuang was his senior sister; it was only right and proper for her to take care of him.

"But... Young Master Mu is in this state, how can you let him go to see Doctor Liang?"

Outside the door, Shen Yu, supported by Shen Qingye, limped in and said softly, "Although you are the head of Yunwu Pavilion, Young Master Mu is already in a lot of pain. Are you really going to be so heartless as to let him die? What did he do wrong? Aren't all the people in the martial world supposed to be righteous? Why are you unwilling to lend him a helping hand?"

Mu Yang was almost moved to tears: Yu'er was still the only girl in the whole world who treated him the best.

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again. "I thought the martial arts world was about mutual help and support. I never imagined you would be like this. It truly chills my heart."

The Sword Saint of Qinglang looked puzzled, as did Qingfeng and his junior brothers. This girl was very strange. They were swordsmen, not doctors. They couldn't save her, so why did she just stand by and watch her die?

"Yu'er, stop talking." Shen Qingye tugged at her sleeve. This was the Qinglang Sword Saint, the leader of the martial arts alliance, someone he couldn't afford to offend.

Shen Yu knew his identity all too well, but in this situation, she couldn't back down. She had to demonstrate courage in the face of power in order to make the Qinglang Sword Saint look at her with new eyes and respect.

She continued, "Everyone says that the Sword Saint of Qinglang is chivalrous, righteous, and kind-hearted, helping the weak and punishing the strong. To be honest, I have looked up to the Sword Saint since I was a child, but today..."

"Yu'er, stop talking." Shen Qingye felt a little tired.

Chen Yu exclaimed incredulously, "Second Brother, why won't you let me speak? I'm speaking out in the name of justice!"

Shen Qingye: "But the Sword Saint Qinglang has already left."

Chen Yu: "..."

Not only Qinglang Sword Saint, but also Young Master Qingfeng and the others, and even Yu Wushuang carried the half-dead Mu Yang away.

Shen Yu bit her lip, wondering what went wrong. Back in the Anbo Marquis's mansion, this trick always made that bitch Shen Jiao lose everything. Why didn't this trick work in front of outsiders?

Aside from that good-for-nothing Mu Yang, it seems no one is willing to fall for her act?

She bit her lip, a hint of gloom flashing across her expression beneath the veil.

...

Although the Sword Saint of Qinglang loved to write gossip about love-hate relationships, he was most afraid of cultured people talking about reason, especially noble ladies from the royal city, whose words were always eloquent.

He patted his chest. "Luckily I ran fast. We both have the surname Chen, so why is there such a big difference?"

One is so likable, the other is so annoying.

Qingfeng asked in confusion, "They all have the surname Chen?"

"Oh, right, right, I forgot to tell you, you have a senior aunt, also surnamed Chen, with the given name Jiao." He got excited when talking about the Azure Lang Sword Saint, "She's that really pretty girl from earlier, remember to greet her next time you see her."

Qingfeng: "Okay."

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