Translator: Paperplane
Zhang Jiu and Li Fei glanced pervertedly at Ouyang Yaoyi’s body every now and then, as they apprehended her by the arms. This young lady became more captivating after last night’s lesson.
This was all because of the small visible red marks all over Ouyang Yaoyi’s body.
Han Moze rode valiantly on his horse with a determined look upon his undefiably handsome face.
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Meanwhile, at the Blood Feast headquarters…
When Liu Rushuang woke up the next day, she went to the Second Elder’s quarters to organise the accounts, and headed back in the middle of the night.
“Young Miss, why are you back so late?”
Liu Rushuang gritted her teeth and fiercely said, “It was because of that stinking strict old man. I was meant to just make quick calculations and simply organise the accounts, but he had to make me do everything twice over. He was afraid I’d missed something out.”
The next day, Liu Rushuang played Xiangqi1 with the Third Elder and also returned in the middle of the night.
“Young Miss, why are you back so late again?”
Liu Rushuang gritted her teeth again and fiercely said, “That stinking dignified old man said we’ll only play ten rounds. Never did I imagine we would draw! He made me play ten more rounds with him, and it dragged on until now.”
On the third day, Liu Rushuang went to play Guqin1 with the Fourth Elder, and came back in the middle of the night again.
“Young Miss, why are you back so late again today?”
As before, Liu Rushuang gritted her teeth, then fiercely said, “The Guqin crazed Fourth Elder takes days to finish playing! He’s making me come back another day to finish the rest of the song.”
On the morning of the fourth day, Liu Rushuang yawned as she made her way to the deep valley. Just as she entered, she encountered two people.
“At your service milady!” Cried the kneeling expert assassins Number Three and Number Eighteen in front of Liu Rushuang, reporting for training.
Liu Rushuang yawned. “Rise,” she said flatly.
“Yes, milady!” Said Number Three and Number Eighteen respectfully.
Liu Rushuang looked over at the two people wearing the expert assassin’s uniform. “Why have you both come to train at the deep valley?” She asked.
“It was clan master Ming who sent us both here to train. We are the two people who stabbed you the other day. Please forgive us, milady!” Replied Number Three.
“Don’t worry. I don’t blame you guys,” said Liu Rushuang flatly.
“Thank you clan master!” Thanked Number Three and Number Eighteen in unison, as they followed behind Liu Rushuang.
Liu Rushuang turned around and smirked. This really was the old fox’s style; trying to make things difficult for her at every turn. Training in the deep valley was difficult enough to begin, and now she had two people to hold her back!
She let out a helpless smile and opened the stone door in front of her. She walked down the hundreds of steps down to reach the deep valley’s training grounds.
The two guards kneeled when they saw Liu Rushuang and respectfully cried, “Greetings, milady!”
“Rise!” said Liu Rushuang flatly. She walked over to the shelf with over a hundred black signs with the names of the training topics in red words.
Liu Rushuang grinned. To her, those topics weren’t difficult.
She turned her head and looked over at the two young expert assassins. “Go choose thirty signs,” she flatly told the two.
“Yes, milady.” After Number Three and Number Eighteen accepted their order, they walked up to the shelf with slightly furrowed brows. They didn’t know what the topics meant on the signs. All they saw were categories written above them; Balance, Agility, Endurance, Strength, Memory, Holding One’s Breath, Scent, Listening, and Sight etc. categories of training. On top of all that, there were over a hundred signs written beneath them too, but since their clan leader asked for them to choose, they were going to do just that. They chose fifteen each.
Liu Rushuang didn’t say anything but let the two of them hand the signs to the guards.