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Time flies so fast that five years have passed in a flash.

Fu Yuan grew from a confused little kid who even stumbled when walking into a graceful young girl.

During these five years, new faces have been constantly seen in Qianji Tower.

Ling Yin said that this is the survival rule of Qianji Tower. Not every mission they go out will be 100% successful. Some will be injured or disabled and can no longer perform their original positions, so new people will replace them. It is also common for them to fail in the mission and die outside.

Fu Yuan felt that this was a bit cruel, but Ling Yin smiled and told her that this was the world of martial arts, and if you go out to gain experience in the future, you will see even more cruel things.

However, the young master couldn't bear to do so.

Everyone in Qianji Tower, including some people in the martial arts world, knew that Young Master Qianji had a very precious little disciple. Even his unique secret book had been spread around.

Strangely enough, it has been nearly twenty years since Yan Jiuting was born, but his face seems to never age, and he is still the same handsome and immortal young man as before. Therefore, many people suspect that he has practiced some secret technique to maintain his youthful appearance, or some kind of secret technique like the skill of a virgin.

Fu Yuan was also very curious. She lay on the table, tilted her head and stared at the man in front of her who was flipping through a book with his eyes downcast: "Master~"

The little girl has grown up, but her voice has not changed much, it is still soft and delicate, with a bit of laziness, and a long tail, full of coquettishness.

"Hmm?" Yan Jiuting raised his eyes.

The girl smiled and asked, "How old are you this year?"

"Why are you asking this suddenly?" Yan Jiuting put down the book and acted like a strict teacher. "Have you finished today's homework?"

"I finished it a long time ago!" Fu Yuan pouted proudly, "Sister Ran even praised me."

Five years is enough time for a useless guy who can't even hold a pen to become a great calligrapher.

Fu Yuan's handwriting now has great style, soft yet strong, very chic and elegant, with a bit of Yan Jiuting's shadow in it.

Ling Ran also made an indelible contribution.

In the entire Qianji Tower, besides Yan Jiuting, only Ling Ran can control her.

There was no way. The little girl was too good at acting coquettishly and other people just couldn't bear to scold her. Only Ling Ran was cold as ice all year round and didn't fall for her at all. So when Yan Jiuting was not around, it was Ling Ran who urged her to practice martial arts and calligraphy.

"So, how old are you, Master?"

Fu Yuan was not so easily diverted by him, blinking her innocent and charming eyes: "People outside say that you practiced evil skills to stay young forever. Don't be fooled by your appearance of being a young and handsome man, you are actually in your forties or fifties."

It wasn't the first time Yan Jiuting had heard these rumors. He had long been accustomed to them and replied calmly, "Yeah."

"Huh what? So you are really in your forties or fifties?" Fu Yuan was shocked.

She was struggling internally with her conscience: Impossible, there is no way my master can be an old man in his forties or fifties!

He has such a young and handsome face, and his fair and slender hands don't have any age lines. But even Ling Yin said that she has been in Qianji Tower for almost ten years, and the young master's appearance has not changed at all, and even she herself is sometimes fat and sometimes thin.

"Is this question important?" Yan Jiuting was a little puzzled.

There were many people in the world who were curious about his age, including in his building, but no one had ever asked. He didn't know if they were afraid of offending him.

"Of course it's important!" The girl nodded vigorously. "You know me, I've been a flower for four hundred years and a human for five years, so I'm four hundred and five years old this year!"

"You know me, so I want to know you too." She was very fair and took the initiative to tell him.

Seeing her serious expression, Yan Jiuting felt embarrassed to refuse, but it was a pity that he couldn't answer this question for her.

"If I say that I don't know how old I am, would you believe me?"

"Ah?" Fu Yuan's face was dazed.

How can someone not know how old he is?

She frowned, and suddenly thought of a possibility, and then her face showed some distress and worry: "Master, did you have a head injury before, so you lost your memory?"

"Maybe." Yan Jiuting chuckled, "I have been like this since I can remember. I don't know how long I have lived."

He paused, leaned forward slightly, and when the girl realized that he seemed to want to whisper something and put her ear close to him, he said something in a low voice.

"Maybe I'm a demon just like Huahua."

After he finished speaking, Fu Yuan's eyes widened, and he covered his mouth with his hands, with a terrified expression as if he had known some terrible secret.

Seeing this, the man put one hand to his forehead and let out a muffled laugh.

Fu Yuan then realized that he seemed to be teasing her again, and she foolishly believed him. She pounded the table twice in anger: "Master is a big bad guy!"

After saying that, she ran out angrily.

You don't have to guess to know that he went to Ling Yin to complain again.

During these five years, she and Ling Yin became very close. The two girls had similar interests and were both lively and playful, so they got along very well.

Ling Yin was just about to go out to collect herbs.

Ling Ran was not in good health, so she and a girl from another building did the work of picking herbs together. Apart from Ling Ran, they were the only two who were familiar with herbs.

"Sister Yin." Fu Yuan ran over.

Seeing her pouting and unhappy face, Ling Yin immediately smiled and said, "Who bullied our little Huahua? Tell me and I'll help you vent your anger."

Ling Yin's martial arts skills are average, but he is good at making various mechanisms and hidden weapons, and is an expert at setting traps.

"He is not my master yet. He made up a story to deceive me again!" Fu Yuan said angrily, "I don't want to like him anymore."

"Didn't you praise my master as the best in the world just a few days ago? Now you hate him?"

Ling Yin knew that this little girl was simple-minded and probably didn't understand love between men and women at all. She talked about who she liked and who she hated every day and teased her deliberately.

"Hmph!" She was angry and stopped talking.

Ling Yin smiled and went over to pull her: "Okay, okay, don't be unhappy. The sisters are going to pick herbs now. How about taking you out to relax?"

The little girl usually loves to go out and play, but Yan Jiuting seldom takes her out. Others dare not take her with them when they go on missions. If something happens, the young master will kill them when they come back.

"Okay then." Fu Yuan thought about it and nodded.

They went to Camel Mountain to collect herbs. It was close to the official road. There were only a few hunters living on the mountain, and there were many herbs under the cliff.

The other girl who was accompanying them was called Qingrong. She was a quiet and introverted person who didn't talk much. The only voices that could be heard along the way were the chattering of Fu Yuan and Ling Yin.

As soon as they arrived near the cliff, they smelled a strong smell of blood.

Several people followed the direction of the smell and saw a bloody "person" in a pile of rubble not far away.

Judging from the appearance, it should be a human, but the whole body seems to be covered with blood, and there is not a single good spot to be seen.