Chapter 1 – The Trash Master and Phoenix Maid
It was a cold night. In a shabby hut, a candle was flickering.
Inside the simple and cramped room of the hut, there was only a single bed and chair. Near the bedside, there was a young girl wearing a plain, white military uniform and gazing with a pained face full of tears at a young man on the bed.
The man, whose pale, blue eyes were shut closed, was lying in a coma.
Bang!
The door was pushed open.
A handsome man with a tall build appeared at the entrance of the door.
“Miss, he is probably already dead! I will arrange for people to clean up the corpse. Time is of the essence. Quickly, let’s go back home. If the master of the main house finds out about this unexcused absence, you and I, both, will receive punishment.”
“No! I will not go back. I will stay here and accompany young master,” said the young girl. As she lay on the young master’s chest crying.
“Have you forgotten your responsibilities? Quickly come back with me,” said the handsome man as he frowned.
“Young master has had a sudden accident. Besides, what will I even do after I arrive back at home? Young master gave me a home and raised me since I was little; and now, with him all by himself, how can I just leave him?” As the young girl said these words, tears were raining down from her tired, red eyes.
“You…” An angry scowl emerged on the handsome guy’s face, but he could not say anything.
“Well-”
Just then, a slight groan was heard from the person lying on the bed.
The surprised girl suddenly stopped crying, rushed to the bed, and saw that the thin, pale young man had slowly begun to open his eyes.
“Did he wake up?”
The two people in the room were stunned.
In fact, Su Yun had already woken up. However, he had had a severe headache, so his whole body felt weak to the point where he was unable to move a muscle.
Even though the voice of her master was strange, she was very familiar with it. The girl listened intently to the words the young master spoke, without missing a word.
“Qing Er? Is that really Qing Er? Impossible! Qing Er is already dead… but this voice… You can’t mistake it.”
Su Yun painfully recalled; as he remembered events from the past, his emotions burst out.
“Young master…,” the startled Qing Er said quietly and then cried out, “How great! You have finally woken up!”
Su Yun slowly opened his eyes, only to see a beautiful female face greeting him.
The girl’s face was flawless. She had eyes that shimmered like precious stones, cherry-red lips, and a simple yet flawless beauty that would bewitch and intoxicate anyone.
She was quite young,-only about fifteen or sixteen-, but her body was exquisitely graceful, with a well-endowed chest. However, it was evident that she was still a child, as there were crystal tears on her face. Su Yun could not help but pity her.
Su Yun stared intensely at the girl.
“Qing…Er? Is it really you?” Su Yun gawked.
“It is me… master, it’s me!” Qing Er grabbed her master’s freezing cold hands. “Master, you had an accident. As soon as I heard, I rushed over here. How are you feeling? Do you feel better? Are you hurt anywhere else on your body?” Qing Er asked these questions, full of concern.
“Me?”
Su Yun looked at himself, puzzled
“What happened?
The familiar people; the familiar scenes. Isn’t this the small hut that little Qing Er used to live in?
Hadn’t this room been sold already?
Furthermore, Qing Er, Isn’t she…”
Su Yun could not understand what was going on. What’s more, his head became even dizzier.
“After eating it, while battling head-on with an intermediate spirit disciple, he still did not die! Hmph! So all that happens is that he remains a miserable wretch,” said the handsome man, beside Qing Er, under his breath.
“Ling Xuan Shi?” Shuyun could not recall anything, since his mind was still foggy.
Su Yun covered his head, “This terrible pain… this feeling… my memories seem so hazy.”
“Seems that Su Yun’s head is heavily injured,” said the handsome man under his breath.
“The damages, from the intermediate spirit disciple to inside your body, must have not been eliminated. Eat some medicine and take a long rest, and you should recover within a few days,” Qing Er said.
As Su Yun stared at Qing Er’s beautiful, little face his heart twitched, and he suddenly reached for Qing Er’s hand, refusing to let go.
“Mas-Master…” Qing Er could not react.
Her reflex was to let go of the hand, but her heart wanted to remain like this. The scene produced a lovely atmosphere between the two young people.
The handsome man was enraged. He quickly took away Qing Er’s hand and said, “Outrageous! Su Yun! You cheap bastard! Even daring to touch Qing Er! I will hack you to death!”
After he finished speaking, he then proceeded to cut Su Yun’s head off.
Clang!
As the sword neared Su Yun, a bolt of spirit energy was shot out from Qing Er. The man was force