Chuzheng emerged from inside, looking displeased. Hui Chun was still outside, and Xin Yu poured her some tea and brought some snacks.

But Hui Chun couldn’t eat, with a worried expression.

"Tower Master."

"Sister Zheng." Hui Chun immediately stood up, looking tense: "That thing..."

Chuzheng looked calm: "How is his condition?"

"Well..." Hui Chun weighed her words, saying: "That young master’s health has improved, but the meridian issue... I originally wanted to perform acupuncture to observe his response, but I didn’t expect him to react that way..."

One of the Jinhua Saint’s renowned skills is his extraordinary silver needle technique.

Hui Chun is quite talented in this area. Although not as skilled as her master, she’s achieved considerable success.

Who could have known...

Chuzheng poured herself a cup of tea and drank it in one go.

The slightly cold tea flowed down her throat, stimulating a chill throughout her body.

One becomes emotional when encountering things that have hurt them before or have special significance.

Man Yue fears blue, fears needles, fears the dark; he fears too many things...

He is the Second Young Master of Man Mansion. Even if he’s not favored, he shouldn’t be like this.

"Sister Zheng, that young master, is he..." Hui Chun hesitantly pointed to her head.

Xin Yu took a slight breath.

Everyone noticed Young Master Man Yue’s issues, but who dared to say anything?

Fear the Tower Master might kill you!

However, Chuzheng didn’t react much and changed the subject: "Can his meridians be repaired?"

"They can be... but it would require my master’s intervention. I can’t do it; I can only ease his suffering a bit." Hui Chun didn’t have much confidence in her medical skills.

In addition to Man Yue’s complicated situation, Hui Chun was afraid of making a mistake and didn’t dare act rashly.

Jinhua Saint... Chuzheng felt pain everywhere.

Hui Chun said she’d try to persuade her master when she returned.

However, the result didn’t change; Jinhua Saint was unmoved.

Hui Chun finally gritted her teeth and mentioned Chuzheng saving her as a last resort. Jinhua Saint first resolved that audacious scoundrel and then threw Hui Chun a bottle of medicine.

"Master said taking this medicine can nurture Young Master Man Yue’s meridians."

This could be considered a concession from Jinhua Saint, but it didn’t mean it would cure him.

Chuzheng called Xi Nan over: "Go find out where Feng Hanyuan is."

Start solving issues at the root!!!

"Tower Master, what do you intend to do?"

Chuzheng gritted her teeth: "Eradicate evil for the people."

Xi Nan: "..."

-

At a certain mountain stronghold.

A man lay across a horizontal log, chewing on a stalk of grass, watching the birds fly in the sky.

The man looked to be in his thirties, handsome and dashing; truly a hunk.

"Brother Han Yuan."

A woman ran over from the other side, threw herself into the man’s arms, and sweetly said: "What are you doing here? I’ve been looking for you for a long time."

"Just enjoying the breeze." The man rudely pulled the woman’s small waist towards him, asking roguishly: "Missed me?"

"You scoundrel." The woman playfully hit him twice.

The man was quite pleased and continued flirting shamelessly with the woman.

Others looked on with anger but didn’t dare speak.

This damn scoundrel came to their stronghold and beat them up, occupying the place and even made their mistress head over heels.

While watching the affectionate couple, these people, apart from begrudging their mistress for siding with the enemy, felt only anger and hatred toward that damn man.

"Did you send word out?"

"Yes."

"Why hasn’t anyone come yet?"

"Aren’t all attending the Summit recently..."

"But surely someone will come; not everyone can attend the Summit."

"..."

Suddenly, the group fell silent.

"Oh, you noticed?" Feng Hanyuan was suddenly standing a few steps away, embracing the woman: "Rest assured, I’ve intercepted the messages you sent out."

The group: "..."

Curse your ancestors!!

"Brother Han Yuan, let’s head back." The woman didn’t even glance at the others, pulling Feng Hanyuan away.

Though Feng Hanyuan was scummy, he was exceptionally gentle with the girl, so when she begged, Feng Hanyuan immediately surrendered, holding her as they left.

The group: "!!!"

Mistress, do you remember this scoundrel killed your father upon arrival!

The hatred of a murdered father cannot coexist under the same sky!!

-

Night fell.

The stronghold was serenely silent.

In the dark, a shadow flashed, darting to the window outside that room, standing outside for a few seconds.

Then cautiously pushing the window open.

Chuzheng slipped silently into the room.

As soon as she landed, the curtain was lifted by someone: "What a delightful notion to show up past midnight."

The man’s voice carried a hint of laughter.

"Father’s delight too."

Upon hearing "father," Feng Hanyuan, who originally intended to attack, hesitated.

With this few seconds of pause, his whole body felt cold, collapsing to the ground.

Before losing consciousness, Feng Hanyuan saw the cold expression of the maiden resembling him greatly...

Feng Hanyuan’s skills were quite strong. Without Chuzheng’s "father" remark, it wouldn’t have been this easy to capture him.

Chuzheng tied Feng Hanyuan up. Just as she was about to leave, a woman emerged from the fallen curtain.

"Stop!"

Chuzheng turned to look at her.

The scoundrel’s new love?

The scoundrel is quite impressive; managed to find new love in the bandit den. However... this new love is quite pretty. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Let him go!"

Chuzheng thought the woman might stand up for the scoundrel and decided to ignore her, dragging Feng Hanyuan towards the window to leave.

However, the woman suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Feng Hanyuan’s leg and swiftly drew a dagger, fiercely stabbing at Feng Hanyuan.

If not for Chuzheng dragging quickly, the knife would’ve stabbed Feng Hanyuan’s upper body.

The woman withdrew her dagger, splattering blood, and seeing Feng Hanyuan about to awaken from pain, Chuzheng decisively struck again, knocking him unconscious.

The woman tried to stab again, but Chuzheng swiftly dragged Feng Hanyuan away.

Yet the woman caught hold of Feng Hanyuan’s foot: "I want to kill him!"

"??" What’s happening! Turning around ready for a fight?!!

"If it weren’t for him threatening to kill the others in the stronghold!!" The woman gritted her teeth: "He killed my father, I must kill him!"

"No." Chuzheng coldly refused and swiftly acted, pulling Feng Hanyuan’s foot away.

Thud—

Something struck hard, making a dull sound.

Chuzheng glanced inside the window at the woman filled with hatred, felt a chill inside, picked Feng Hanyuan up, and rapidly headed down the mountain.

If she knew whether Jinhua Saint was alive or dead, Chuzheng wouldn’t care about the scoundrel Feng Hanyuan’s fate.

Chuzheng heard someone approaching from behind and ran faster.

Seeing the carriage waiting below, she threw Feng Hanyuan onto the horse and leapt in: "Go!"