After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

Yin Cheng knew about this, but he never thought of looking at the notes left by his master.

After all, it's perfectly normal for a guy to write a diary; who would pay special attention to that?

Hearing Guangjian mention it now, Yin Cheng sensed something different.

He used to genuinely believe that he had killed his master, so he never considered looking at the letters and notes his master left behind. Firstly, he was afraid of being saddened by the sight of these things, and secondly, it would be impolite to secretly read someone else's diary.

However, Yin Cheng learned from He Mu that there were other hidden reasons for his master's death. He thought that perhaps the truth of what happened back then could be found in the letters left by his master.

He then grabbed Lin Nian's hand, "Nian Nian, come with me."

Guangjian, puffing out his beard from behind, said, "You're always talking nonsense, can't you be a little more measured?"

The commotion at the entrance quickly spread throughout the entire resort.

Yin Cheng did not try to hide his tracks, and soon someone stopped them.

The leader was dressed in a dark blue robe, and a demonic sword was also wrapped around his wrist.

Lin Nian clung to the man's arm and whispered, "Who is this person?"

"He's personal disciple," Yin Cheng said. "Don't worry, he's a complete novice, he can't beat me."

Lin Nian nodded and began to watch the excitement.

When Cheng Xingliang heard Yin Cheng's words, although he didn't know what "vegetarian" meant, he could still hear a hint of sarcasm in his lazy tone.

He said coldly, "Yin Cheng."

Yin Cheng smiled slightly, "Why are you calling me 'Dad'?"

"Trespassing on Tianji Manor is a capital offense." Cheng Xingliang ignored his attempt to take advantage and said, "Without the sect leader's decree, how dare you step into the manor's gates?"

Guangjian clicked his tongue for a long time behind Yin Cheng.

Yin Cheng turned his head, speechless: "Why are you following me?"

Guangjian said, "Did you open this road? You want to control which path I take? Why don't you just become the emperor?"

"Don't worry, the first thing I'll do when I become emperor is to pluck out all the pitiful few hairs left on your head."

Lin Nian thought to herself: This old rascal seems to get along quite well with my husband's temperament...

The two ignored the numerous disciples of Tianji Mountain Villa who surrounded them, but little did they know that this scene had stepped right on Cheng Xingliang's sore spot.

As He Mu's personal disciple, he was always surrounded by people wherever he went, and he had never been treated so coldly before.

Cheng Xingliang immediately said, "Is Master Guangjian planning to help outsiders against our Tianji Manor?"

Guangjian said, "Muddy boy, don't talk nonsense. I'm not on his side. Didn't you see? I'm panting heavily from trying to stop him."

Upon hearing his nickname, Cheng Xingliang's face darkened even further with anger.

It's clear that he extremely dislikes being called that.

Guangjian, however, seemed oblivious, or perhaps he did notice but simply didn't care.

Guangjian said, "Muddy boy, quickly drive this audacious brat out of the manor, lest others think that our Tianji Manor is easy to bully."

Cheng Xingliang didn't speak, but one of his disciples behind him said:

"It seems that Master Guangjian is not one of our Tianji Manor's people. We are now dealing with the rats that have infiltrated the manor. Please understand the etiquette of being a guest and return quickly without hindering us."

"Oh, you little brat, I don't like what you're saying," Guangjian said. "I'm a guest of honor of your old master, even Hemu doesn't dare to kick me out. How dare you, a nameless disciple, say such things!"

Cheng Xingliang's face was quite ugly, but he still maintained his composure and said, "I hope Master Guangjian will give me some face and not stop me."

"Alright!" Guangjian dashed off in a few strides, "Hey kid, keep it up! You have to teach that trespasser who dared to break into our manor a lesson!"

Cheng Xingliang had already drawn his demonic blade.

With the infusion of internal energy, the demonic blade instantly became incredibly hard.

Yin Cheng loved to snatch things from the jaws of death. "Muddy kid, your Flowing Shadow Blade looks pretty ordinary."

Cheng Xingliang gritted his teeth, "Yin Cheng, prepare to die!"

"Wow, that's amazing." Yin Cheng hugged his wife and easily dodged Cheng Xingliang's attack.

"Oh my, what a sharp knife."

"Young hero, you have excellent skills!"

Yin Cheng verbally provoked Cheng Xingliang with sarcastic remarks, but his movements were swift and his timing was perfect, always managing to dodge the Flowing Shadow Blade that was slashing at him at the last moment.

The surrounding trees were stripped of their branches and leaves one after another, but they didn't even touch the hem of Yin Cheng's clothes.

What's even more infuriating is that he was carrying someone else in his arms.

Guangjian shook his head, "What a pity. He could have been a good prospect, but he was spoiled."

By the end, Cheng Xingliang was panting heavily, while Yin Cheng remained calm and composed.

His internal energy was no longer sufficient to sustain the Flowing Shadow Blade, yet Yin Cheng didn't even manage to unleash it.

As the eldest disciple of Tianji Manor, Cheng Xingliang was being toyed with like a dog, and he trembled with anger. He could almost hear the voices of doubt from the crowd.

How could my senior brother be so weak...?

How embarrassing...

I really don't want to admit that this weak person is our senior brother...

How could he be a direct disciple...?

He doesn't deserve it...

Cheng Xingliang's eyes were bloodshot. He felt as if the world was spinning, and the mocking voices came from all directions.

no.

no!

I'm not a loser!

Cheng Xingliang was torn between his conscience and his will.

He gripped the knife with both hands, wanting to strike with all his might; the teetering Flowing Shadow Blade seemed to be making its final struggle.

When he charged toward Yin Cheng, his eyes were bloodshot with rage.

This time, however, Yin Cheng stood still and did not dodge.

He slowly raised his hand, and the Flowing Shadow Blade on his wrist unfolded effortlessly.

--"clang!"

Cheng Xingliang's hands went numb from the shock, and his Flowing Shadow Blade lost its power, falling softly to the ground.

Yin Cheng easily blocked his attack with just one hand.

"You're weak." Yin Cheng withdrew his strength, wrapping the Flowing Shadow Blade back around his wrist. "Weaker than before."

Lin Nian stared intently at Yin Cheng with her bright, sparkling eyes. Her husband was so handsome! He was just too handsome!

Cheng Xingliang stared at his hands in disbelief.

"Impossible... This is impossible... Master said that the Flowing Shadow Blade technique I practiced was the complete one, while you only learned the first half on your own... How could I be no match for you? How is this possible? This is impossible!"

When he raised his head again, his expression was extremely ferocious.

Lin Nian crept closer to the man, somewhat frightened.

As if knowing he was afraid, Yin Cheng pulled him behind him.

"impossible."

"impossible."

Cheng Xingliang roared, "This is impossible!"

His pupils were beginning to lose focus, and his entire being exuded an extremely heavy murderous aura.

Yin Cheng never expected that his casual teasing would almost trigger someone's inner demons.

"Seriously? You can't handle this?"

Guangjian sighed, leaped in front of Cheng Xingliang, and slapped Cheng Xingliang on the back with his palm. "Young man, there's no shortcut when it comes to martial arts."