With the death of the White Python Pavilion elder, the disciples' hopes sank to the bottom of the sea and plunged into an abyss, feeling that their future was shrouded in darkness and there was no light left.
Life is always full of ups and downs. The pie the elder painted yesterday was not even finished before today it turned out to be nothing but bullshit, completely blown away without leaving a trace.
The disciples of the White Python Pavilion suddenly realized a profound truth about life: those who show off die quickly. The White Python Pavilion, which their elders had praised as earth-shattering and awe-inspiring, didn't seem to be as remarkable as they thought.
Actually, this is a misunderstanding of the White Python Pavilion elder. The White Python Pavilion is definitely a force to be reckoned with in the martial arts world, and he can be considered a master.
Despite the merits of the sects and the turmoil in the martial world, the Great Yan still belonged to the Ji family. The people regarded the ruler as heaven, and the ruler treated the people like his own children. If the people rebelled against the ruler, they would all be punished.
However, if the person standing here today were a monarch from past dynasties, they might have considered the code of honor and the will of the people. But Ji Yan was a tyrant who didn't care about anything, a madman who even wanted to kill himself. How could he care about these trivial threats and unpleasant words?
Thinking of this, Shen Jiao didn't feel that the White Python Pavilion elder died unjustly. A knife was almost at her throat. Regardless of how he treated others, to her, this white-bearded old man was definitely a very bad person!
What did she do to deserve this? Why would someone want to chop her up even when she's standing still?
If she were truly a weakling, wouldn't she have encountered this unethical White Python Pavilion elder again when she was reincarnated? Just thinking about it is unlucky. Fortunately, in other people's eyes, she is quite capable of fighting.
The main point is that while the slap looks very cool on the surface, she herself said it was just a subconscious, instinctive reaction, and if she were to do it again, it probably wouldn't be so smooth.
Fortunately, the white-bearded old man wasn't very resilient.
After dealing with the elder of the White Python Pavilion, the tyrant wiped his hands cleanly, his every move exuding elegance. Then, he slowly turned his gaze and locked it on the dumbfounded Mu Yang.
His eyes were unfathomable, like a whirlpool that could easily suffocate you.
"Your Majesty..." Mu Yang swallowed hard, his legs trembling like a leaf.
His mind went blank, and he couldn't utter a single word of pleading, only "Your Majesty."
Mu Yang deeply regretted not having been "duang—" "duang—" by Shen Jiao at the beginning. That way, he could have pretended to be dead with the group of White Python Pavilion disciples who were stacked on top of each other, instead of standing here pitifully, humbly, and helplessly facing the tyrant's wrath alone.
He called out again, trembling, "Your Majesty..."
In fact, there is another very real reason why the tyrant's reputation is so terrifying: he himself is very capable in combat. Other emperors may rely on unscrupulous henchmen to carry out tyranny, but this one can establish his reputation on his own. He is an absolute strongman and absolutely self-reliant.
Right now, the tyrant only glanced at him, and Mu Yang almost peed his pants in fright.
When he was being tortured by the people of the White Python Pavilion, he thought that death was not scary, but would only be a matter of a blink of an eye, and that paying the price for the one he loved was absolutely worthwhile.
Only now did he realize that it wasn't death that wasn't scary, but rather that dying easily was what wasn't scary.
Mu Yang thought he was the next lamb to the slaughter, and began to silently recite his last words, which he knew so well he could recite them from memory. However, the tyrant probably thought he was too weak and had no presence, so he ignored him completely.
Mu Yang: "..." Although I wasn't killed, I was insulted.
Ji Yan turned back to Shen Jiao's side and asked in a serious tone, "That sword strike I just delivered could not have been saved even if ten Liang Hengs were present. Did you understand? You can use this move to kill me next time."
Shen Jiao: "???"
Liang Heng: "..."
To say such things to his face is not only an insult to his medical skills, but also a questioning of his medical ethics! More importantly, it is a defamation of his title as a miracle doctor!
If he's so capable, why don't he try to save that old man?
Upon hearing this, Mu Yang and the disciples of the White Python Pavilion were also stunned, thinking they had been frightened into hallucinations. They looked at each other in disbelief. "Really? Really? Isn't the purpose of keeping a beauty for sweet nothings, for intimacy and affection?"
What kind of insane behavior is it to personally train an assassin to kill yourself?
Because he is a tyrant, does that mean he has to have a different style?
The topic of assassination always comes up unexpectedly, but Shen Jiao never expected that the tyrant would personally give a lecture in front of everyone.
Putting aside his insane behavior, doesn't he need to be a little gentler on himself? The old man with the white beard died in a really ugly way.
Furthermore, Shen Jiao suddenly became somewhat curious about why the tyrant didn't want to live. Logically speaking, she wasn't a busybody, but she just couldn't help wanting to overstep her bounds, even though everything was still a mystery.
So, under the tyrant's expectant gaze... Shen Jiao shook her head without blushing or skipping a beat, "I haven't learned it."
He had an attitude of "I'm a bad student and I'm proud of it".
Seeing the hamster's bristling fur looking so innocently stupid, Ji Yan frowned and pinched her cheek unhappily, saying with a hint of disappointment, "How come you can't even learn something so simple? Someone as big as you could take three heads with one slash."
How can you compare them? She grew up under the constant threat of murder and crime.
Shen Jiao retorted, "But I'm not bad either, Your Majesty. I can eat three bowls of rice in one meal."
Ji Yan: "Is this amazing?"
Shen Jiao: "How about adding three more large bowls of soup?"
"Pfft." The White Python Pavilion disciple, who could be killed at any moment, couldn't help but laugh out loud. After laughing, he felt that his life was in danger and instantly turned into a mournful face with snot running down his nose.
Shen Jiao: "..." Brother, if you're lucky enough to survive, I suggest you go and study Sichuan Opera.
This utterly hopeless self-confidence successfully angered the tyrant, and Ji Yan immediately told the palace servants, "From now on, she is only allowed to eat two and a half bowls! She is not allowed to drink any soup either!"
Shen Jiao: "..." How boring! Did they think they could intimidate her like this? She's not the weakling she was six months ago anymore. She's a formidable fighter now. Please call her Niohuru Shen Jiao.
Tyrants are so boring; even elementary school students who can't afford spicy snacks aren't this bored.
"What's your favorite food?" the tyrant asked again.
This was definitely going to be a trap for her, but she wouldn't fall for it. Instead, Shen Jiao did the opposite and said something she disliked the most: "I love bitter melon the most."
Ji chuckled, "Then starting tomorrow, I promise you'll eat your fill."
"What the hell? You can't eat your fill of this stuff!" Shen Jiao's cool demeanor lasted only a second before he hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, I also like fried chicken legs, sweet and sour pork ribs, and fried meatballs..."
Ji Yan instructed the palace servants, "Write it all down and feed it to the dogs."
Unexpectedly, the tyrant predicted her prediction, and Shen Jiao, habitually speaking her mind, called him a "fool."
She thought she was being scolded very quietly.
Ji Yan narrowed his eyes. "Are you insulting me?"
Shen Jiao immediately changed her expression, adopting a tender and affectionate one, "How could that be? I was praising you for being handsome, dashing, and charming, a man loved by all, Your Majesty."
The tyrant glanced at her thoughtfully, "Hmm, then you're a fool too."
Shen Jiao: "..." Thank you so much!
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