The old man was the finest assassin, but the methods and channels he used to train the orphans, including himself, were they truly training assassins? Perhaps they were, perhaps they weren't, but Jun Moye would never have the chance to find out the answer to that question... Yet, he firmly believed in one thing: those trained by the old man, even if they grew tired of being assassins someday, could thrive no matter what line of work they chose!

The old man's unimaginably harsh, almost appalling, abuse-laced discipline had taught them so much! Furthermore, every lesson was etched with countless agonizing pains, so deeply ingrained they were branded onto their very souls—impossible to forget. Only when they truly ventured out would they discover just how many things they could do, and do well...

In fact, before Jun Moye, there had been fellow disciples who asked the old man about leaving the profession, wanting to settle down and live ordinary lives. Jun Moye never discovered how the old man dealt with these individuals; the old man never spoke of it. But at those times, the old man's expression was always strangely complicated...

However, after some time, under Jun Moye’s deliberate investigation, all records, files, and mission histories belonging to those people—everything pertaining to their assassin past—had vanished without a trace... What did this imply? What exactly did it mean?

Was it all erased, or completely annihilated? But one thing was certain: with these records gone, no person in the world could ever unearth the evidence of their past crimes! Their lives, at the very least, would no longer be lived in constant dread!

Thinking of this, Jun Moye let out a long sigh, murmuring inwardly, Old man, just what kind of person are you? Then, Jun Moye opened his eyes, only to find the gazes of the seven women in the room locked tightly upon him—even Miao Xiaomiao and Qiao Ying seemed to be included... In their beautiful eyes were astonishment, disbelief, and a deep current of admiration...

"Brother Moye..." Dugu Xiaoyi's voice was still choked with emotion, "That piece of music was truly beautiful... I wept listening to it..." "Indeed..." The women began discussing animatedly, while only Guan Qinghan and Miao Xiaomiao sat with a sheet of paper, rapidly noting something down, clearly transcribing this piece, Butterfly Lovers; it would be a tragedy for such a classic, potentially immortal composition to be lost... "This Liang Shanbo is truly pitiful; it’s a shame he doesn't practice profound arts," someone commented.

"Otherwise, a provincial family like Zhu Yingtai's wouldn't hesitate to send their daughter his way..." "He was quite dense too, staying with her for three years and not realizing Zhu Yingtai was a woman..." "What's most hateful is that Ma Wencai! Brother Moye, since you know about that man, why didn't you just slit his throat? Why keep scum like that around..." "Exactly, such a person deserves death a thousand times over!" "Ultimately, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai are the most tragic pair of lovers.

Fortunately, they ended up together in the end. May heaven take pity on them, so that in this life, and every life to come, they may always be husband and wife..." Even Mei Xueyan sighed deeply, momentarily moved, "Moye, where did you hear this tale? It is truly so moving." "Uh, this story, I happened upon it by chance.

Not many people know of it... It should have happened in a very remote place, which is why it hasn't spread widely outside..." Jun Moye stammered his reply. Guan Qinghan added, "Despite our sentimentality, if this story fell into the ears of clan patriarchs, they would vehemently criticize the Liang-Zhu pair!

In their eyes, the truly rebellious ones are Liang and Zhu! It would be a rare occurrence if this story ever managed to circulate..." Jun Moye was stunned; he hadn't expected Guan Qinghan to possess such insight! But what she said was the plain truth.

"Lord Jun... truly formidable..." Miao Xiaomiao looked at Jun Moye with sincere admiration, praising, "Your learning, compared to my husband, could be considered an even match, perhaps slightly less, but far surpassing everyone else..." Jun Moye felt a wry smile coming on. This girl overestimated Mo Junye too much; he had conjured up Butterfly Lovers, yet she still claimed it was only an even match, perhaps slightly less—it was maddening, awkward...

This girl was still being obstinate even now. Dugu Xiaoyi discreetly pursed her lips. The other women looked thoroughly satisfied—Dugu Xiaoyi and the others clearly regarded this piece, Butterfly Lovers, as a victory for all their sisters!

The result was clear: this melody was naturally far more moving and stirring than the Song of Burying Flowers. The only minor flaw was that the lyrics were somewhat inferior... though not by much.

Dugu Xiaoyi was clearly content. "Sister Qinghan, did you get it all down? In the future, we'll be counting on you to play it for us..." Dugu Xiaoyi called out.

"Why bother? Why not just have Lord Jun sing and play it himself..." Miao Xiaomiao was setting a trap for Jun Moye. "Him?

Hmph..." Dugu Xiaoyi grumbled, "That man is incredibly lazy. Unless he's chasing a girl he hasn't caught yet, or showing off when he's cornered like this, trying to get him to move is harder than climbing to heaven! I dare not hold such hopes..." Finishing, Dugu Xiaoyi added with a mischievous glint, "Little Sister Xiaomiao, let me tell you, all men are the same.

Don't be fooled by how your husband composed poems and music for you back then. Hmph, now that you've fallen for him, he probably won't compose anything new for you. Only what's unobtainable is truly precious..." "No, Jun Ye is absolutely not that kind of person!" Miao Xiaomiao replied with a gentle smile, showing unexpected confidence.

She thought to herself, Do you think they are all like your fickle Sovereign of Evil? My Jun Ye is devoted, steadfast, and utterly faithful... "Hahahaha..." Hearing this, Dugu Xiaoyi and Ke'er and the others burst into laughter.

Even Mei Xueyan and Guan Qinghan couldn't help but smile gently. "Alright..." Seeing that Guan Qinghan had finished recording, Mei Xueyan said, "We'll go look around. You two sit here for a while.

Moye, didn't you have something to discuss privately with Miss Miao? We won't disturb your important business!" With that, the women rose, laughing, and Mei Xueyan didn't forget to bring Qiao Ying along too. In an instant, only Jun Moye and Miao Xiaomiao remained in the room.

The women left with peculiar expressions, looking as if they were waiting to watch a good show. Their gazes directed at Miao Xiaomiao were extremely ambiguous... This kind of look truly unsettled Miao Xiaomiao.

One must not judge by appearances; although Jun Moye looked agreeable, she still didn't know what he was like underneath. What if this man was two-faced, just as Mo Wudao described? What should she do then?

In the moment Miao Xiaomiao stood frozen, the room emptied, making Miao Xiaomiao even more panicked. "Jun... Lord Jun...

what... what did you want to tell me? Can't you say it in front of the older sisters..." Miao Xiaomiao's face showed undisguised alarm.

It was apparent she was prepared to bolt at any moment. If Jun Moye made any improper move, this girl would likely spring out like a rabbit, with at least a cry for "Help..." already forming on her lips! This panic perhaps couldn't be entirely blamed on Miao Xiaomiao; a certain someone's reputation was rather...

notorious! "Just a casual chat, hehe, no need to be so tense..." Jun Moye thought inwardly: How should I even begin? "Ah?

I... I already have a husband. He loves me very much, and I love him.

I... I won't like anyone else! My husband possesses the legendary Ethereal Physique, he is very powerful!

Y-you... don't do anything reckless!" Upon hearing "casual chat," Miao Xiaomiao grew even more afraid. Meeting for the first time and wanting a "casual chat"?

What could we possibly chat about casually? "Ahem, I know you have a husband..." Jun Moye thought, Your husband is standing right in front of you, and you still haven't recognized him... "I say...

Xiaomiao, you..." Jun Moye spread his hands helplessly. "Stop!" Miao Xiaomiao exploded, her face turning cold as she commanded, "Lord Jun, I respect you as a regional leader, but please do not go too far! While the Evil Sovereign's Estate is indeed powerful, my Misty Illusory Palace is not to be trifled with either!

Lord Jun should be more careful with his forms of address!" "Xiaomiao, that address isn't something just anyone can use..." Her tone was stern, her face covered in frost. She was directly rebuking the world-renowned Sovereign of Evil without the slightest deference—a direct condemnation of his impropriety! "Honestly, what's so great about that Mo Junye?

He's not even handsome, and he only has Gold Profound cultivation. Why treat him like a treasure? Even if he has that legendary Ethereal Physique, it would take him at least another hundred years to reach the level of a powerhouse like me.

Look how much better I am than him! Don't you agree? Just compare..." Jun Moye chuckled, shamelessly inviting comparison.

"Lord Jun, are you truly trying to instigate a war between our two houses..." Miao Xiaomiao looked at him coldly. "What does it matter to you if Mo Junye is good or not? My husband is not someone you can slander like that!

I simply find your self-regard to be excessive. In my eyes, you are inferior to my Jun Ye in every way..." Jun Moye was left speechless for a moment, finding the situation exceedingly awkward and impossible to continue. Suddenly, his eyes darted, and an idea struck him.

Looking at the rigidly poised Miao Xiaomiao, he said softly, "You've just passed the Heavenly Tribulation, and your body is quite dirty. There's a small pool over there; how about we take turns scrubbing each other's backs..." These were the exact words Mo Junye had spoken to her by the water pool after she completed her tribulation that day. "You scoundrel!" Ah!

You?" Miao Xiaomiao subconsciously spat out the insult, but instantly realized something was wrong. She stared wide-eyed at Jun Moye. That phrase, "scrubbing each other's backs," was an oath she would never forget!

Because it was right after those words that her virgin body was taken by this man... "En, the heavens are the Go board, the stars the stones—who dares to play? The earth is the Pipa, the roads are the strings—who dares to pluck..." Jun Moye looked at Miao Xiaomiao, smiling gently, "The thunder is the battle drum, the lightning the banner—who dares to fight..." Miao Xiaomiao's body shook violently, nearly causing her to collapse.

She managed to emit a few incoherent groans from her throat, her eyes growing clouded and unfocused.