"Heh heh." Hearing such praise, Wan'er was naturally overjoyed, quickly covering her mouth with her sleeve, "I didn't expect Young Master Ye to be such a learned scholar who also understands music."

"Eh? Understand?" Ye Xiu felt incredibly flattered. He hadn't said much, so perhaps Wan'er was just too easily pleased. "Describing Miss Wan'er's playing with such a word feels utterly inadequate."

Although Wan'er was also someone who pursued elegance, poetry, and literature, at her core, she was still a girl of seventeen or eighteen. Hearing such high praise from a young man made her heart bloom with joy, and she slowly walked toward Ye Xiu, smiling, "It's rare for Young Master Ye to think so highly of me. I hadn't realized Young Master Ye was also a connoisseur of melody; perhaps we can discuss it together."

"Melody? What the heck do I know about that..." Ye Xiu was dumbfounded—melody, melody!

Well, usually, the most Ye Xiu did was sing thoughtlessly at KTV. His voice wasn't bad, and singing a few popular songs could always earn him a smile from Mei Yi, but he truly couldn't play any instrument, at most blowing a harmonica. In a moment of panic, he habitually grabbed the beer and took a huge swig.

"What's wrong, Young Master Ye won't do this for Wan'er..." Wan'er also showed a mischievous side. "What is that bottle in your hand? It looks so peculiar."

"Heh heh, Snow Flower Beer. Brave the journey, happiness has its reason. Would you like a sip?" Ye Xiu smiled gently.

Wan'er found it baffling. Girls naturally disliked alcohol and waved her hand in refusal, but she had never seen a container shaped like that, which piqued her curiosity.

Ye Xiu was already having a rough time alone. With such a great beauty accompanying him, he certainly couldn't just give up. He walked over to Wan'er and insisted, "I might not be good at other things, but I can sing well. Let me sing a song for Miss Wan'er."

"Sing it, haha." Wan'er turned slightly, creating a perfect angle for her to look at Ye Xiu. This angle made her feel that the man named Ye Xiu was truly strikingly handsome.

"The moon is beautiful tonight; I'll use the moon as the theme," Ye Xiu thought of a widely popular tune, one that belonged to this era, a song that had become a street staple.

"You ask me how deep my love is for you, how much I love you..." As Ye Xiu sang, he gazed deeply into Wan'er’s eyes. His tone was passionate, and his voice was pleasant. "My feeling is true, my love is real, the moon represents my heart..."

After hearing such an undisguised declaration, Wan'er actually lowered her head gently, using her delicate hand to partially cover her face, slowly hiding her already flushed cheeks.

In her perception, this was Ye Xiu confessing his love to her. How could a woman withstand such a direct confession, especially a woman from ancient times?

"You ask me how deep my love is for you, how much I love you; go think about it, go take a look..." Ye Xiu sang with great immersion, not noticing Wan'er's reaction. At the end, he leaned closer to her and said tenderly, "The moon represents my heart."

"You..." Wan'er could not bear such forthright expression from a man. In her eyes, this must surely be love at first sight; her romantic feelings were just beginning to stir, and she had developed a bit of affection for Ye Xiu. What should she do now?

"What..." Ye Xiu felt rather bewildered. Simply singing a song to a girl had made Wan'er so shy? He was just trying to liven things up because he was bored. Who would have thought Wan'er would take such a thing seriously? Indeed, women of ancient times were stranger than those of the present.

Wan'er no longer had the courage to remain alone with this man who sang strangely but possessed an indescribable, subtle charm. She hurried past Ye Xiu, and as she did, a handkerchief dropped, which was quite peculiar.

Ye Xiu picked up the handkerchief. Just as he was about to speak, Wan'er turned back and smiled, "Young Master Ye, what is the name of that song?"

"The Moon Represents My Heart," Ye Xiu replied foolishly.

"Mmm, lovely lyrics."

For the next few days, the "Ghost Valley Asura Court" became as accessible to Ye Xiu as his own home; he could come and go as he pleased. Since he harbored no ill will and behaved impeccably, he could even banter and flirt lightly with the two young ladies.

One early morning, Ye Xiu, bored, stepped into one of the annexes, the "Ghost Valley Training Ground," for the first time. As he reached the entrance, he felt an aura of authority. It was the place where disciples practiced martial arts. Under the eaves in the center, Wang Long and the Eldest Disciple, Chen Feng, were supervising the others rigorously practicing their sword techniques.

Swordplay! Damn, this was something Ye Xiu wouldn't even dare to dream about. Although Ye Xiu was a Sanda champion and naturally interested in martial arts, he wondered if swordplay was as bizarre as it was depicted on television.

Wang Long spotted him and walked over with a slight smile. "I forgot Young Master Ye is also a martial artist. I wonder what your attainments in swordsmanship are?"

Ye Xiu, who had been fully absorbed in his learning, was startled by Wang Long's words. He casually dropped the tree branch he was holding. "How would I know any swordplay? I rely entirely on physical strength; I have no other moves whatsoever."

"Haha, Young Master Ye is being modest. Feng'er, come here for a moment." It seemed Wang Long wasn't going to pass up this opportunity to test Ye Xiu's martial prowess. He immediately called over his eldest disciple. "Feng'er, spar a bit with Young Master Ye. Just light contact."

Damn it! Seeing Chen Feng stride over with a look of self-satisfaction, Ye Xiu cursed inwardly. This guy looked too spirited and clearly intended to put him in his place.

"Hmph, just wait to make a fool of yourself," Hong'er was also at the training ground, and naturally, she was the happiest. First, the Senior Disciple she admired could show off properly, and second, the "bad guy" she disliked was finally going to be disciplined.

The other disciples retreated, eager to witness the confrontation between these two.

Inside the training ground, a light breeze stirred, lifting Chen Feng's long robes and hair. Ye Xiu, however, was still wearing shorts and a Nike T-shirt, looking ridiculously casual—a sight incomprehensible to these ancient natives.

"Young Master Ye, you aren't using a sword? Very well, I won't either then." Chen Feng showed some swordsman's courtesy, putting down the sword in his hand, settling into a firm horse stance, and adopting a posture of the Arhat Fist. "Let's use fists. If I use a sword, I fear I might injure you."

"Heh heh!" Ye Xiu roared with a laugh, certainly showing no weakness. After practicing Sanda for so long, how could he possibly lose to these ancient people? He immediately extended his right fist, guarding his chest with his left, initiating a probing attack.

Ye Xiu swiftly moved forward two steps, stretching out a long, straight leg to try and hook Chen Feng's horse stance. Unexpectedly, Chen Feng jumped into the air. This jump was startling; Ye Xiu felt a shock in his heart—TMD, this wasn't a jump, it was practically flying! How could these ancient people jump so high? Did they really have Qinggong? How was he supposed to deal with him flying that high?

In mid-air, Chen Feng extended his right arm. He flipped and struck Ye Xiu directly, knocking him into a humiliating sprawl, causing him to lose face immediately.

"Hahaha, that's the way, ah!" Hong'er laughed the hardest, nearly jumping up. "Senior Disciple is so formidable!" The other disciples also chuckled or murmured their praises, only Wang Long remained silent, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Ye Xiu.

"Young Master Ye?" Chen Feng tried to reach out and help Ye Xiu up, but Ye Xiu pushed his hand away. "Want to continue, brother?"

"Damn it! Again! I don't believe it!" Ye Xiu was getting angry. He refused to believe this guy could beat him in close combat. He scrambled up and immediately adopted a new stance, clearly a synthesis of Muay Thai and Free Fighting.

"Heh heh." Chen Feng smiled faintly, thinking this posture looked a bit bizarre, but recalling that he had the advantage in strength, he wasn't afraid of anything else.

"What kind of fist style is this? What a strange stance!" Many disciples were perplexed by this sudden posture, but Wang Long continued to watch calmly.

"Ah..." Chen Feng was full of confidence and swiftly closed the distance to Ye Xiu in just a few moves. He didn't know how to counter this type of defensive boxing style.

"Hmph..." The moment Chen Feng hesitated, Ye Xiu delivered a powerful front kick aimed at Chen Feng's abdomen. This kick was incredibly fast. Chen Feng blocked it directly, neutralizing the strike, and his whole body was sent flying backward.

TMD, Qinggong again! It's practically cheating! Ye Xiu cursed inwardly again, but he didn't forget to press the advantage. He executed a small, shuffling sidestep, gliding like the 'Flying Swallow Treading on Horses' toward where Chen Feng was landing, delivering a straight punch.

However, the blow missed. Chen Feng’s agility was impressive; as he landed, he immediately lowered his head, evading the strike, and then swept a leg in an attempt to trip Ye Xiu.

"Get lost!" Ye Xiu secretly rejoiced. In Sanda, hand techniques were often just a means to lure the enemy. He hadn't expected Chen Feng to fall for the trick like the other fools. With his head lowered for that kick, the leg could only reach Ye Xiu's waist at most, which allowed Ye Xiu to catch it neatly with his right hand and follow up with his habitual left hook.

Chen Feng panicked inwardly, thinking he must have taken a heavy blow, but to his surprise, Ye Xiu’s straight punch only pressed against his forehead. What followed immediately was Ye Xiu stepping forward with his left leg to sweep Chen Feng's other leg, concluding with a side throw, sending him sprawling yet again.

"Good! Not bad, truly a hero born of youth." Wang Long finally spoke. The others also began to voice their admiration. "I didn't expect this fellow could handle the Senior Disciple."

"How could this guy do that!" Hong'er, naturally siding with her Senior Disciple, was very displeased. She immediately drew her sword and thrust, "Don't get cocky, behold my sword!"

"Damn woman! You pest!" Ye Xiu cursed loudly as the savage woman tried to ambush him again. However, seeing that he had just exerted his full strength, it seemed truly hard to dodge this sword attack. What should he do? Was he going to die here?

"Ah!" Hong'er shrieked again, leaping into the air, about to convert the thrust into a chop.