Smoke curled from chimneys in the small mountain village as it was mealtime, and the village children laughed and played, their joyful voices filling the air.
Among a group of children around five or six years old, one figure stood out. He was slightly hunched over, holding hands with several children, his face beaming with undisguised joy.
"Fool Ye, Fool Ye, the Ye family has a fool, the fool has an ugly wife, the fool is silly, the ugly wife stops crying at night, hahaha—"
The children sang the most familiar nursery rhymes in their childhood, and the tall figure echoed the rhythm with the children, making people feel both pitiful and amused.
At the end of the rugged village path, a staggering figure slowly approached, wearing a tattered cloth coat, with a face tanned dark by the sun and dull, lifeless eyes, shouting at the person playing in the mud.
"Xiao Fan, dinner's ready." Green Tea, weathered and worn, slowly approached, her voice calm and still, like a stagnant pool.
"Okay, okay... let's eat..." Ye Fan's eyes lit up and he suddenly jumped up from the ground, lunging at Lü Ming. His swift movement knocked Lü Ming backward, causing her to fall heavily to the ground.
"Let's go..." Green Tea pushed Ye Fan away, grabbed his dirty hand, and turned to leave.
Over the course of a year, facing a dirty and foolish man, she did feel anger and tried to escape, but each time she was severely suppressed by the guards.
Each time she was caught, she faced even more horrific punishments. She considered suicide, but each time she was met with a living hell, and gradually she became numb to it all.
It has to be said that Le Wuyou's move was truly ruthless. She was proud and arrogant, considering herself the rightful eldest daughter of the Le family. But now she was even worse off than an ordinary village woman, ridiculed for having to live with a fool for the rest of her life, serving tea and water, washing clothes and cooking, doing what she considered the most lowly jobs.
The person she hated most remained forever high above all others, sitting in the position of the family head she had always wanted, becoming the chosen one in the eyes of others.
Life is like water, sometimes calm and still, sometimes turbulent and magnificent. Sometimes it washes away the dust and returns to tranquility, and sometimes it strives its whole life for grandeur. But whether it is tranquility or grandeur is sometimes contrary to our wishes and is manipulated by outsiders.
Her life was completely controlled by others, and she had no say in it at all.
In the end, she herself was the one who was utterly degraded to the depths of despair! A winding tear trail ran down Green Tea's dark face, and it was hard to tell whether she felt resentment or regret.
Fifty years later, China still appears prosperous and thriving. No single person has emerged to challenge the nation's supreme ruler, nor has any powerful figure emerged with countless beauties by his side. Beneath the calm surface, the undercurrents are unknown to ordinary people; the turbulent waves within are borne solely by the martial artists. Among these martial artists, the Le family stands as the most brilliant rising star, admired by all.
In a mysterious, remote mountain area, rows of luxurious villas stand resolutely. Dark clouds gather in the sky, and a cold wind blows, adding to the somber atmosphere. At the very center of the villa, a white sail is hoisted, and countless men and women dressed in black suits and tuxedos come and go, while unrestrained sobs echo from within the villa.
Inside the villa, all the members of the Le family were dressed in solemn black formal attire, standing on both sides of the mourning hall to greet the guests, their faces filled with undisguised grief.
"It's such a pity. The old patriarch of the Le family led the Le family to its peak and became the number one family in China. It's all gone just like that."
"Without Yue Wuyou, the future of the Yue family is uncertain!"
"That's not necessarily true. Do you see that woman kneeling in the very center of the mourning hall? She is the successor carefully trained by Le Wuyou. She is already a Grandmaster at a young age. With her around, the Le family won't fall."
"Moreover, the patriarch of the Yue family is the only Nascent Soul stage expert in China and has made countless contributions to the country. The country will protect the Yue family out of consideration for her, and a century of glory is guaranteed."
The woman's murmurs went unheard. The slender, frail woman knelt on the prayer mat, sending countless coins into the brazier. Her deep eyes gleamed with tears in the flames, and her thin lips were pressed tightly together, as if she were about to burst into tears at any moment.
She is none other than Le Han, the new head of the family, personally trained and taught by Le Wuyou. She was an ordinary member of a collateral branch of the family, but she gained her current extraordinary power because she was adopted by Le Wuyou.
When it comes to feelings, no one can compare to Lehan.
"Mom, I will definitely help you protect Lejia and make it great."
Although Wuyou did not give any instructions before her death, she was entrusted with the Le family by Le Wuyou himself, and she would definitely not let it fall into ruin.
Seeing everything after her death reflected in the water mirror, Wuyou's face remained calm and undisturbed. What did she care about what happened after death? Maintaining the Le family's century-long glory and choosing a suitable successor was enough for her.
[Congratulations, host, on completing the task. The system shop is now officially open, and your personal panel is accessible. Task settlement will now begin.]
[Le Wuyou's mission satisfaction is 100%, 100 points; maintaining peace in the ancient martial arts world, 50 points; perfect completion of the beginner missions, plus one bonus lottery chance.]
Lazy on the ornate mahogany chair, Wuyou shifted to a more comfortable position, resting her chin on her hand.
Name: Wuyou
Gender: Female (variable)
Mental Strength: 18
Luck value: 5
Sentiment level: 0.01%
Points: 150
Grade: E (10%)
Items: "Emperor's Secret"
Skills: Advanced Alchemy, Intermediate Ancient Martial Arts
Mission protection period: three times
Holidays: 05 times
"The Emperor's Manual is useless to me. Can I sell it to earn points?" Ye Fan has already thoroughly mastered the techniques of Wuyou, so he feels that the Emperor's Manual is of little use to him either. He might as well sell it and earn some points.
[Of course, but since my current level is level one, the main system will take 50% of the points I earn. As the system level increases, the percentage taken will decrease.]
Isn't this just a disguised way of urging the system to upgrade? Wuyou couldn't deny it, "Sell it! I can participate in the lottery I mentioned earlier now!"
"Yes." The system's voice rang out quickly, and then a huge roulette wheel appeared in front of Wuyou.
[Medium-level roulette wheel. The host can spin the wheel freely. Red items are the lowest level, and purple items are the highest level. Good luck, host! (?ω*?)]
Wuyou stood up and casually tapped the wheel, causing the huge roulette wheel to spin rapidly, dazzling onlookers. This perfectly illustrated that the roulette wheel's rotation was a matter of luck, something that could not be changed.
[Beep—Congratulations, host, you have obtained a small yellow-themed item space, approximately ten square meters.]
Wuyou touched the bridge of her nose. Actually, what she really wanted was that portable space, but she was incredibly lucky.
"Let's begin the next mission!" Looking around at the dark space, the image of Le Han clinging to her when she was a child flashed through her mind, and Wu You subconsciously spoke up.
At that moment, Wuyou was unaware that the emotion she felt was called loneliness.
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