Tu Keke nodded with a smile.
"As expected of a master, that's right. I'm better at using a sword. Min-jie, are you good at using weapons?"
Ye Min shook her head. "I have two hands that are enough to fight, I don't need weapons."
"Moreover, if you want to protect others, your martial arts skills and weapons alone are useless. If they possess the truth, then even the most powerful martial arts and the sharpest weapons are of no use."
Ye Min had never been exposed to the world of cultivators; she still viewed the world from the perspective of an ordinary person. "No matter how powerful someone is, can they be more powerful than the truth? Don't be ridiculous."
But in reality, she was very unwilling. Ye Min, who had practiced martial arts since childhood, always believed that martial arts were the most powerful. But as a human being, she knew that she was just a mortal, and that she would die if she was hit by a bullet, and that she would die when her life came to an end.
But that was Ye Min's inner thought when she was nineteen. Now, at twenty-four, Ye Min has come to terms with reality: no matter how capable a person is, they cannot beat the progress of technology.
Ye Min and Tu Keke sat down to rest. She poured out her thoughts and felt a sense of relief. She had never told Ye Shuang, her close sister, what she was thinking.
Ye Shuang disliked martial arts from a young age. Even when her father forced her to practice, she refused. It was only after her mother pleaded that Ye Shuang was given the opportunity to choose what she liked and do what she loved. Ye Min, on the other hand, remained steadfast in her love for martial arts.
One day when I was five years old, I went to the market with my father to buy groceries. We saw an old lady have her handbag snatched by a speeding motorcycle. The motorcycle was heading straight for my father and me. My father seized the opportunity, jumped into the air and kicked the person on the motorcycle, helping the old lady get her bag back.
That dashing scene was etched into Xiao Yemin's mind, making her fall completely in love with martial arts. The family's martial arts were passed down only to men, and her father knew it was because he couldn't have a son. To prevent the tradition from ending with him, he wanted to teach his two daughters martial arts.
The younger daughter didn't like to study, but the older daughter always worked hard and diligently to make sure she could throw every punch well.
As long as someone can inherit the craft, that's fine. Ye Min's father was extremely strict with her, but Ye Min did not disappoint her father's expectations or her own passion. At the age of fifteen, she defeated her father, who had been famous for a long time, and thus became a master.
My father is always willing to help others and has a strong sense of justice. He is always the first to step forward when a crisis occurs.
Another day, he went to the bank to deposit money—half a year's income for the martial arts school—but he encountered a bank robbery. When his father saw one of the lecherous robbers trying to take advantage of a young girl, a strong sense of justice welled up in his heart, and he stepped forward to help.
What the mother and her two daughters got in return was their father's cold, lifeless body. There was a bright bullet hole on his forehead, and his lifeless eyes revealed extreme resentment.
Her mother loved her father very much and cried all day long. She passed away less than two years later. Seventeen-year-old Ye Min knew that fewer and fewer young people were learning martial arts, and few people would believe that a seventeen-year-old girl could teach martial arts well. So she closed the family martial arts school and became a bodyguard instead.
The generous reward has enabled her and her sister to live happily ever after.
At nineteen, Ye Min was shot in the arm while protecting her employer's young lady. The excruciating pain was far worse than the injuries she had sustained during training as a child. This made Ye Min realize that no matter how good her martial arts skills were, they were useless.
Even my father, a grandmaster of his generation, was pierced through the brain by a cold bullet.
Ye Min was in great pain, constantly mired in extreme contradictions. Her lifelong dedication to martial arts made her love it immensely, and she refused to admit that martial arts could lose to a gun.
Her daily morning practice was a constant struggle within her mind, a torment that plagued her for several years.
Yan Luo gave Ye Min a deep look. He could tell that Ye Min was on the verge of a breakdown, otherwise she wouldn't have told them so much.
The fundamental solution lies in acquiring immense power. Even now, the very power to destroy a nation poses no threat to Yanluo; all his inner conflict stems from a lack of strength. Once he possesses sufficient power, he will see everything with indifference.
No matter how terrifying the world-destroying power, it is nothing to fear in the eyes of the powerful, as if a child were wielding a sword.
After sending the girls to wash up, Yanluo called out to Ye Min, who also wanted to go back to her room.
"Please wait a moment, Miss Ye."
Ye Min, who had been called to a stop, turned around and looked at Yan Luo, whose gaze was fixed on the slowly rising red sun in the distance.
Yan Luo withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Ye Min.
"If you are willing to protect Tu Luoxue, who will become the head of the Tu family in the future, for the rest of your life, I will grant you an opportunity."
Ye Min looked at Yan Luo. The fiery red sun shone on the young man's back, making him look like he was looking down on the world. The bright sun was overshadowed by him.
She made her choice, and almost inexplicably agreed to Yanluo's request. Yanluo then gave her the "Dragon Summer Manual," a technique developed by the state by adapting and integrating various Taoist traditions.
Ye Min, who had not yet begun practicing, was unaware of the value of this cultivation technique, nor did she know how it would affect her future life. She simply took the book that Yan Luo had taken out from somewhere and then returned to her room.
Shang Xinci yawned as she went downstairs and bumped into Yanluo, who was walking into the house from the backyard. Upon seeing Yanluo, she blushed instantly and walked past him with her head down.
But Yanluo grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. "Good morning, Baozi girl. Why do you want to run away as soon as you see me?"
Shang Xinci knew that Bai Ningbing must have gone to find Yanluo by sneaking out of her room last night. She spread her senses and eavesdropped on the whole process. In fact, she could have seen it, but the scene was too beautiful for her to bear.
If Bai Ningbing's perception-isolating spell had no effect on Shang Xinci, she would go crazy. Shang Xinci did discover Bai Ningbing's spell when she spread her senses last night, but she had lived for many more years than Bai Ningbing.
In the eyes of Shang Xinci, who was highly skilled in magic, this kind of magic was quite easy to break.
Shang Xinci frantically tried to push Yan Luo away, but found that she couldn't budge him no matter what she did. She could only awkwardly stammer, "Good morning, I didn't mean to run away."
In reality, she wasn't just shy; Shang Xinci was also quite anxious.
Once, she asked Bai Ningbing when Yanluo started sleeping with her. Bai Ningbing had only known him for a short time before they started sleeping together, which made Shang Xinci feel a little upset.
Shang Xinci and Yanluo have known each other for almost two months, but Yanluo only expresses affection in simple ways like kissing and hugging, and shows no intention of taking things further.
After overhearing Bai Ningbing and Yan Luo's intimate conversation for the first time, Shang Xinci's heart also began to flutter. But as a girl, would it seem too frivolous for her to take the initiative to bring up such a thing?
This made her feel somewhat depressed.
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