Huang Ye was just about to launch a surprise attack and capture this little girl.

Yue'er held her dagger high, but it never came down.

This left him a bit puzzled. Girl, are you playing with me?

Are you going to kill me or not? Just make it quick, will you?

My heart can't take this. If it weren't for keeping my identity hidden, I would've taken you down already!

Tears fell from the young girl's eyes once more, and her arm dropped limply.

She didn't know what was happening. The first time, she was well-prepared and brave enough to strike, but somehow, he miraculously dodged it.

The second time, she hesitated and gave up on the assassination. And now, she couldn't even bring herself to swing the dagger.

It wasn't really Yue'er's fault for hesitating. It's like going to war: "Strike while the iron is hot, but the second time weakens, and the third time exhausts."

Her morale wasn't as high as the first time. After all, she's just a girl, still young, with zero experience in killing.

Seeing her put down the dagger, Huang Ye finally felt relieved.

He'd only been in this world for a few days and had too little information.

Yue'er was easy to subdue, but whether he killed her or drove her away, it would expose him.

The first time, the original owner was knocked out and barely escaped death. The second time, the opponent wouldn't hold back.

There were plenty of people in the mansion who could ruin him, and he only had Qing'er, who knew a bit of martial arts.

Patience was the best strategy. Ever since he learned of the guards' strength, the thought of avenging the original owner had faded. Practicing light skills was just for running away.

Yue'er put away the dagger, gently took off her clothes, and slipped into bed, the two lying back-to-back.

Huang Ye sensed that although she made no sound, from the trembling of her shoulders, the girl was silently crying.

What a strange girl. She carried a heavy heart, not the mindset of an assassin.

It seemed her attempt to kill him wasn't her true intention. There must be a story behind it.

Sigh! Another sleepless night. If this girl decided to kill him again, he'd be done for if he fell asleep.

Got it, since I can't sleep, I might as well practice.

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The light skills were also a method of cultivating Qi. Although the technique required sitting cross-legged, he could try practicing while lying down.

It's just about channeling Qi to the Dantian, as long as he could do that, it would be fine. So he began to try repeatedly.

After tossing and turning for half the night, he finally sensed some Qi. He wasn't sure if this speed of comprehension was acceptable.

From now on, he wouldn't compare himself to anyone. His goal would always be the next level, so he wouldn't feel inadequate or complacent.

Only this way could he continuously break through himself, which also aligned with the Olympic spirit—higher, faster, stronger!

Continuing to practice according to the technique, he found that the circulation of Qi and blood wasn't smooth. Every time he channeled Qi to the Dantian, it would move to his legs on its own.

Damn, practicing is so damn hard. If only there were a system, it would be great to have whatever I wanted.

After many attempts, the effect was terrible, so he decided to take a break.

Yue'er beside him had long since stopped moving, probably asleep.

Looking at Yue'er's small face, this girl was a beauty in this peaceful state. Although not as good as Qing'er, she still scored an 85.

Qing'er had an oval face, while Yue'er had an oval face. In modern times, if they were to stream online, they'd be internet celebrities, a hundred times better than those relying on beauty filters.

Better continue practicing. Yue'er was asleep, so he could move a bit more.

This time, he curled up his body and circulated Qi and blood again, and the effect was indeed better.

Increasing the angle of curling up, the effect improved even more.

Hmm, it seemed the ancient way of sitting cross-legged to channel Qi had scientific reasoning.

Rules are dead, but people are alive. It's not impossible to forge a new path, as long as one is willing to explore.

So he began to experiment, starting from a curled-up state, gradually opening his body.

Carefully feeling every change in Qi flow under different body states.

Starting from 90 degrees, to 80 degrees, 70 degrees, then back to 80 degrees, 90 degrees.

Constantly understanding and comprehending, before he knew it, dawn had arrived.

He felt a bit tired, but this fatigue was different from being exhausted.

Yue'er's body moved slightly, waking from her sleep, and Huang Ye quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

She had slept soundly, something she hadn't experienced in a long time.

No, she used to sleep beside the young master too, but because of her heavy heart, she often had nightmares.

But this time, she found she couldn't remember any dreams she had.

The whole night was comfortable, and she really liked this feeling.

Strange, she used to hate sleeping next to this fool, feeling a deep-seated aversion.

But why did last night's feeling seem so odd?

Instinctively, she glanced at the sleeping Huang Ye.

She sighed inwardly. Sigh! She really didn't know how to handle this matter.

If she really killed him, she would surely face death.

Although the other party promised to protect her family's safety, she knew that if she succeeded, not only would she die, but her family would also face disaster.

In such a wealthy family, there was constant scheming, and words were as meaningless as farts.

This was why she hadn't acted yet, but not acting wasn't an option either; she could only delay it day by day.

She felt no guilt towards her father. Ever since he sold her to the City Lord's mansion, she had been utterly hopeless.

Although her father claimed it was for her own good, she knew he had to sell her to pay off gambling debts.

Shortly after entering the mansion, she was assigned by a person cloaked in a black robe to assassinate this foolish young master.

She didn't know who that person was, but she knew it was part of the mansion's internal strife, not even sparing a fool.

From that moment, her heart was dead.

Because that person threatened her with her family, she could ignore her gambling-addicted father, but she couldn't ignore her mother and little brother.

A few days ago, the Black Robe Person came again, asking why she hadn't acted yet.

She could only use Qing'er's injury and constant presence with the young master as an excuse. This time, the Black Robe Person gave her a packet of medicine, instructing her to give it to the foolish young master long-term.

She didn't understand why she was so unlucky. The foolish young master had been foolish for seven years, so why was it her turn to do this?

Towards this foolish young master who had already defiled her, she harbored a bit of hatred.

Especially after being held by the foolish young master that night, she felt her life was ruined.

The foolish young master had pressed against her all night. She swore that before killing him, she'd cut that part off first.

But last night felt so strange, how could she sleep so peacefully beside this foolish young master?

To be honest, this foolish young master was quite handsome, Yue'er thought with mixed feelings as she looked at Huang Ye.

Sigh! If only he weren't a fool, it wouldn't be so bad to be with him.

Forget it, let's wait and see. She feared this feeling of wanting to kill but not daring to act.

She got up, dressed, and left the room.

Huang Ye watched Yue'er's departing figure.

This girl was truly strange, wanting to kill him yet hesitating. Never mind her, the night's practice felt good.

He had stayed up all night playing games, watching sports, reading novels, playing mahjong, and working, but this was his first time staying up to practice.

In his previous life, staying up all night left him exhausted by dawn, with a pale face and a feeling of depleted Qi and blood.

This time, staying up to practice felt completely different, with no sense of fatigue.

Yue'er, who would've thought that you, an unskilled assassin, would let me experience another kind of all-nighter.

Thank you! Gentle assassin, kudos to you!