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"Of course you haven't." Ying Liangchen smiled faintly. "Do you know why, despite my exceptional talent, my father let me wander outside rather than keeping me locked within the
"My lord, this old servant is slow-witted — please enlighten me!!" the butler asked curiously.
"The truth is, my father never neglected my cultivation. In fact, before I turned five hundred and eighteen, I was confined within the Ying Heavenly Clan the entire time. Everything I did every single day was related to martial cultivation."
"Even though every clansman knew I had little interest in martial arts, my father still devoted everything to training me — not for any other reason than that my talent was the best the Ying Heavenly Clan had ever seen in its entire history."
"But then, when I turned five hundred and eighteen, my younger brother Ying Chong finally came of age. He underwent a talent assessment, and his talent was extraordinary — it actually surpassed mine."
"Furthermore, since my brother Ying Chong began cultivating, he not only displayed remarkable martial talent but also showed a genuine passion for the martial path and unwavering determination."
"After that, my father shifted his full attention to training my brother Ying Chong. And my brother's performance only grew more and more satisfactory to my father and all the clansmen. That was how I finally gained my freedom." Ying Liangchen said.
"Who would have thought the Ying Heavenly Clan could produce such a genius? If what you say is true, then in the near future, your brother would surely make his debut — and when he does, he's bound to take the world by storm," the old butler said.
"Indeed, the Ying Heavenly Clan thinks the same. But unfortunately, the world will never know his name again. And even if it did, few would remember it." At these words, a look of regret and sorrow crossed Ying Liangchen's face.
"Why is that?" the butler asked, confused.
"I don't know the full details myself. I only heard that he entered some ancient ruin to train and was consumed by a formation — killed. It's been several years since then."
"Although I didn't interact with him much and our bond wasn't deep, it was his existence that allowed me to enjoy this kind of free and easy life."
"So his death genuinely made me rather sad. After all, he was still so young." Ying Liangchen said.
"You are blood brothers after all, and my lord is a man who values loyalty and sentiment — it's only natural that you'd feel grief," the butler said.
"Heh…" Upon hearing the butler call him loyal and sentimental, Ying Liangchen let out a meaningful laugh. Then he said, "And precisely because my brother died, my father has turned his gaze back onto me. The days of my carefree living are numbered."
"That is why I was willing to do this sort of thing for Chu Luyang. The reason I helped him was actually because I had my eye on several beauties in his residence," Ying Liangchen said.
"As for Chu Luyang himself, this old servant doesn't particularly like him. But the women in his residence — now those are truly exceptional," the old butler said, his face filling with a lecherous look. He was so excited he kept swallowing.
"Ha ha, don't worry. Once this young master has had his fill, I'll bestow them upon you," Ying Liangchen said.
"Thank you, my lord!" The old butler eagerly dropped into a deep bow.
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Meanwhile,
But the moment he set eyes on the place, the fury he had been suppressing in his heart erupted like a volcano.
He saw several heads hanging before the gates of Liangchen Villa — and every single one belonged to an elder of the Red Butterfly Association. Among them was the head of
Even though they were merely heads, Chu Feng could tell from the wounds on their faces that Liu Chengkun and the others had endured horrific torture before they died.
CLANG—
Chu Feng drew the