Chapter 100: I Advise You to Be Kind

Chapter 100: I Advise You to Be Kind

Zheng Jian’s recollection was largely thanks to the child mentioning the origin of the name Yan Thirteen.

In the original work, the background of Yan Thirteen was scarcely detailed; the only true explanation for his name came from the child’s words, which reflected Yan Thirteen’s true intent.

Regarding The Third Young Master’s Sword, Zheng Jian remembered few plot points, but this child left a deep impression on him—alongside Yan Thirteen, Xie Xiaofeng, and Murong Qiudi—so he immediately understood the child’s origin from what he said.

“Alright then, tell me your purpose,” Zheng Jian guessed but still asked.

The child smiled innocently. “My sister wants to see you.”

“Who is your sister? If she wants to see me, why doesn’t she come here?” Zheng Jian inquired.

“My sister is my sister. She doesn’t like this place, so she won’t come. That’s why you have to go.”

Zheng Jian sighed inwardly. The power of the Celestial Sovereign was truly not to be underestimated. In The Seven Weapons, there was the elusive Azure Dragon Society; in The Third Young Master’s Sword, there was the Celestial Sovereign—a force even larger than the Azure Dragon Society.

“Women are truly troublesome…” Zheng Jian sighed again, uttering these words for the second time since arriving in this world. The arrival of this little annoyance only confirmed his sentiment.

He left Xue Keren to watch the shop and followed the little annoyance out, boarding a carriage.

The carriage slowly departed the town and soon reached a dense forest at its edge. On a tree near the forest entrance hung a jade-green ribbon.

The carriage stopped. From inside, the little annoyance smiled and said, “Let’s go in. My sister is waiting for you inside.”

Well, since he was already here…

Zheng Jian stepped into the woods. The forest was tranquil; autumn had arrived, with leaves drifting down, creating a scene both beautiful and serene.

Ahead stood a large tree, nearly bare of leaves. Beneath it lay a mat, upon which rested a zither, a censer with incense, and a pot of wine.

There was also a person—a very beautiful woman, even more stunning than Xue Keren. Her eyes carried a trace of sorrow, evoking an instinctive feeling of pity.

Zheng Jian approached and said calmly, “Miss Murong, what is it that you seek from me?”

This woman was none other than Murong Qiudi, from the Seven-Star Pond in Jiangnan. Her husband’s family resided beneath Green Cloud Peak, before the Green Water Lake, at the Divine Sword Manor. She was the wife of the sword god, Xie Xiaofeng.

Zheng Jian also knew that she was the leader of the Celestial Sovereign.

This woman was extraordinary! She possessed a beauty unrivaled in the martial world and hailed from a distinguished family. She lacked nothing. Now, she had even established the Celestial Sovereign, a power that struck fear into countless martial artists.

“Heaven and earth are heartless. Ghosts and gods are blind. All beings are powerless. The strong are ignorant. Life and death are impermanent. Fortune and misfortune have no gate. Heaven and earth are obscure; only I am supreme.” This was the creed founded by the Celestial Sovereign, and the ambition of Murong Qiudi.

Murong Qiudi seemed somewhat surprised but did not press further. Instead, she raised her gentle head, parted her cherry lips softly, and said, “I am Murong Qiudi. Nice to meet you.”

Zheng Jian pondered briefly and smiled, “How nice am I?”

“Resentment level from Murong Qiudi +100.”

Zheng Jian thought to himself, “Only this much resentment? How stingy.” It was a waste of his thoughtful pause.

Murong Qiudi’s eyes held sadness. She seemed unaffected by his words, lost in her own world as she slowly said, “I want to ask you to help me kill someone.”

“Why should I help you?” Zheng Jian said bluntly. “You invite me to kill, and I just obey? Where’s my dignity?”

Murong Qiudi was taken aback, her emotions momentarily halted. Why was this man so different from ordinary people?

Any normal man would not ask such strange questions. Over the past two years, Murong Qiudi’s method had never failed—no man had ever refused her request, not a single one!

Yet now, here was the first.

“If… if you agree, I… I can do anything for you,” Murong Qiudi bit her lip lightly and said weakly.

“Anything?” Zheng Jian’s breath quickened.

“Yes, anything!” Murong Qiudi’s heart held some disdain, but her face showed eager anticipation.

Zheng Jian pondered again and said seriously, “Then come perform at my tavern for a month. The content is simple—just do a split…”

Murong Qiudi: “…”

Resentment level from Murong Qiudi +666.

“Can’t do splits? Then breaking a big stone on your chest will do!”

“…”

Resentment level from Murong Qiudi +999.

Murong Qiudi’s inner voice: “What kind of strange man is this? Is he crazy?”

Breaking a big stone on her chest? That image is too much—Murong Qiudi dared not even imagine!

Zheng Jian’s inner voice: “You little devil, I’ll tame you yet!”

Murong Qiudi had no choice. Her eyes reddened as she said weakly, “I’m asking you to kill him only because he’s a heartless man! He asked me to wait for him. I waited seven years, from sixteen until now. That child outside the forest—he’s not my brother; he’s the illegitimate son of him and me… Can you agree?”

Even though Zheng Jian knew the story, he couldn’t help but admire Murong Qiudi’s acting. What she said was not a lie—she had indeed waited seven years, and the little annoyance was truly Xie Xiaofeng’s son.

But the state of their relationship was complicated, and neither party was blameless. Still, what did that have to do with Zheng Jian?

Zheng Jian shrugged. “A touching story. You must be talking about the Third Young Master of the Xie family, right?”

Murong Qiudi nodded. “Yes, him! So, are you afraid now?”

Zheng Jian smiled. “No use provoking me! You know I defeated Xiahou Feishan, so it makes sense you asked me to kill Xie Xiaofeng. But I don’t want to help you kill Xie Xiaofeng.”

Zheng Jian wasn’t from this world. Unlike Yan Thirteen, who saw Xie Xiaofeng as a fateful rival, Murong Qiudi’s words only made Yan Thirteen half-heartedly head toward Green Cloud Peak.

For Zheng Jian, he was here for fun. If he felt like sword fighting one day, he could seek out Xie Xiaofeng anytime. Yan Thirteen was nowhere to be found, but Zheng Jian knew where to find Xie Xiaofeng and could challenge him whenever he wished.

Besides, sword fights were purely sword fights—what did Murong Qiudi have to do with it? Their love-hate relationship was their own business, not his.

In summary, two simple sentences: none of your business, none of my business.

Murong Qiudi did not expect Zheng Jian to be so immune to charm. Her usual foolproof methods were useless here—she was both angry and frustrated.

She was a favored daughter of heaven. Apart from one man, who in the martial world would refuse her?

But now, there was suddenly one!

Murong Qiudi extended her delicate hand and plucked a string on the zither. Instantly, the sound of rustling clothes echoed through the forest. Four people appeared at once, surrounding Zheng Jian tightly.

“Miss Murong, I advise you to be kind!” Zheng Jian smiled slightly, unhurried and calm.

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(The End of This Chapter)