Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  “Okay, calm down. When did I not allow you to argue? I just asked why you’re shouting.” Ming Shu spread out her hands innocently. “Are you showing off your splendid and loud voice? Come on, save it for bedtime. We are not the right people for you to share with.”


  “.……”


  Everyone pretended they didn’t understand what she was saying.

  Lord Bai’s expression clouded for a while. Then finally he sneered and said in a louder and serious voice, “Zhi Po, don’t try to deflect our attention! Escorts, take her down. Today, even if the master of Death Valley were here, he would surrender you for the protection of the innocent citizens of Xiling.”


  Ming Shu laughed. “Are you the master of Death Valley? How do you know the master would surrender me?”


  “Death Valley is famous for healing people. Doctors are all kindhearted. Saving the world is what they should do,” Lord Bai answered with a confident face, taking his thoughts for granted.

  Ming Shu smiled brightly at Lord Bai. “Well, you are guessing it wrong, Lord Bai. I will not hand myself over.”


  “.…… What?” Lord Bai was a bit confused for a while, and it took him a little longer to react. “You dare to pretend to be the master of Death Valley? Who gave you the courage?”


  “I am the master. How am I pretending?”

  [……]

  “Hahaha, if you are the master of Death Valley, I will be the ancestor of it.” A burst of laughter came from the crowd, followed by even louder laughter.

  “This woman must be crazy. She dares to say she’s the master of Death Valley. Perhaps her identity as a disciple of Death Valley is also a lie.”


  “No wonder she didn’t dare to diagnose anyone! If she had seen any patients, she would be exposed!”


  “There’s not any news of a new master in Death Valley. How is it possible that the master suddenly became a little girl? Does she think we are all fools?”


  Feng Cheng closed his mouth tightly, and his eyes fell on the dark patterns on Ming Shu’s red robe. He was wondering why the patterns were a bit familiar to him. Now it was clear. The patterns could only be used by the master of Death Valley. But no one knew exactly what the patterns were.

  It looked a bit like grass, but more like a flower once one looked closer.

  But even so, whether she was the real master or not was hard to determine at this time.

  Lord Bai waved his hand to quiet down the crowd. “Zhi Po, don’t try, do you know who the master of Death Valley is?”


  “The Miss is the master of our Death Valley. She is not pretending to be anyone.” Hui Xue forced her way into the crowd and rushed to Ming Shu. “Do you want to be enemy to all of Death Valley?”


  “Little girl, this is not something that can be believed with words alone. Evidence must be produced.” If they easily believed her words, then anyone could say they were the master of Death Valley. And there would be lots of masters!

  Hui Xue reminded Ming Shu. “Miss, the jade.”


  Ming Shu blinked. What jade?

  Did she have something of jade?

  The corner of Hui Xue’s mouth twitched. She lowered her voice. “There’s a jade on you, did you forget?”


  Ming Shu thought for a while.

  She searched in her wide sleeves carefully, but besides a pile of dried meat, there was no sign of any jade.

  “.……”


  How many pieces of dried meat did she store in her sleeve?

  “Hahaha, still acting? What, where’s your evidence?”


  “They didn’t even prepare props for the acting, how brave they are.”


  “Hahahaha……”


  The mocking was getting louder and louder.

  “Miss, where did you put the jade?” Hui Xue became a little anxious. “Search thoroughly, please, you mustn’t eat it.”


  “.…… Can the jade be eaten?”


  “No!” Hui Xue stared at Ming Shu. She was afraid that the Miss might eat everything!

  Ming Shu comforted Hui Xue. “Okay, okay, don’t worry, let me see.”


  If it couldn’t be eaten, then it must be somewhere.

  It was too difficult for Ming Shu to look for a jade in a pile of snacks.

  “Just laugh.” Ming Shu said to the laughing crowd with a good-natured attitude. “Later you will cry.”


  “.……” Was she really a fool?

  Hui Xue wished she could find a place to hide. When it came to other “important” people, their appearance was either gorgeous or imposing.

  Why was the style of her Miss so bizarre?

  Have you ever seen anyone searching for a jade in a pile of snacks when it was needed for a display of power?

  No, right?

  She hadn’t witnessed such a scene before, either.

  Ming Shu looked for a long time, and finally she touched a piece of jade. Her eyes lit up with joy. “Here it is.” She pulled out the jade pendant happily and threw it to Hui Xue.

  Hui Xue checked the jade over and over again before finally sighing in relief. Luckily the Miss didn’t eat it.

  Seeing Ming Shu really taking out a jade “prop,” the others gradually stopped laughing.

  Hui Xue grunted coldly. Her fingers loosened, and the jade dangled in the air. “Open your eyes, this is the token jade of Death Valley.”


  The jade was totally exposed. The suet-like white jade was engraved with a scarlet character surrounded by dark lines. And the lifelike jade seemed to have some red lights flowing around it.

  Every disciple of the master of Death Valley had a jade, which was obviously more advanced than the ordinary jade. Usually the jade was circled by strong and thick Qi, making it more precious than normal jade.

  The atmosphere suddenly calmed down.

  “Maybe it’s a fake jade! Who knows if you haven’t counterfeited it?” Some people in the crowd still didn’t believe it.

  This woman looked like a fake master!

  Hui Xue held the jade tightly and stared at the man with her beautiful eyes. “It is well known the jade pendant of the master of Death Valley is made of ancient jade with thousands of years of history. There is only one jade on the mainland. It’s impossible for our Miss to master the ability to create one.”


  “Can I take a look?” Feng Cheng said.

  After hesitating for a while, Hui Xue turned back to Ming Shu. The latter didn’t stop her, so Hui Xue passed the jade over.

  Feng Cheng inspected the jade carefully. His brow wrinkled deeper and deeper, and finally he returned it to Hui Xue. “It is indeed an ancient jade. She’s not lying.”


  This statement undoubtedly proved the identity of Ming Shu.

  “Impossible……” Lord Bai didn’t believe it.

  How was it possible that the master of Death Valley was such a young girl?

  Hui Xue hung the jade pendant on Ming Shu’s waist, and her little face was full of coldness. “How is it impossible?”


  It is impossible!

  However, Lord Seven said that jade was real……

  Ming Shu played around with the jade and continued Hui Xue’s words: “So, now you still want to hand me over to that stupid snake?”


  It was two completely different things to offend an ordinary disciple of Death Valley and to offend the master of it.

  “But it’s you who’s responsible for this matter……?” A weak voice sounded.

  “It’s true. Even if you are the master of Death Valley, you can’t get all of us into trouble.”


  “You forgot that master of the Drunken Grass Pavilion. He also provoked the serpent, how could you not hand him over?”

  Drunken Grass……

  When did the Drunken Flower Pavilion change its name to Drunken Grass? Did Qing Chen know about this?