For instance, today, by luring the enemy deep into a trap, he found himself surrounded, with no chance of escape even if he had wings. He was alarmed by the young man’s stratagems, barely inferior to Ning Zijin’s. No wonder Ning Zijin confidently handed over the clan to him. Yet, looking at his frail appearance, he curled his lips in disdain. Brandishing the knife in his hand, he charged at the young man. The youth stood still, tall and upright, slender in stature, with even a gentle smile hanging on his handsome face. Everyone held their breath. The young man’s clear eyes distinctly reflected the blade cleaving downward, his expression unchanged. "Bang," the clear sound of a knife and stick clashing rang out, numbing people’s ears. Yuesheng clenched his teeth, exerting more force on his arms to press down. However, to his astonishment, the youth slowly straightened up, his face wearing a light smile, showing no sign of strain. Yuesheng felt an inexplicable shock to his core at that instant— The youth’s eyes flashed coldly as he flicked the knife away with his stick, then suddenly leapt up, carrying the force of thunder, and kicked with the momentum of an army. "Bang"—the body heavily tumbled away. Before he could even struggle to rise, the youth pounced, placing the stick on his throat, the smile still swirling around his indifferent brows. Yuesheng, Master Pei’s top lieutenant known for his bloodlust in The Underworld and even dubbed the Black-faced Asura, could not believe he had been defeated by the young man in a single exchange, a testament to the terrifying strength of his opponent. In an instant, everyone’s view of the youth shifted. Scorn and disdain were replaced with panic and fear. Ning Zihuan, Third Young Master... it seems The Underworld was about to reshuffle its ranks. Yuesheng bit his lip and slammed his fists into the ground. Ning Zihuan stepped back, saying calmly, "As Master Pei’s number one, I wonder, how much are you truly worth to him?" Yuesheng spat out defiantly, "Don’t think for a moment you can threaten Master Pei with me, I won’t give you the chance." As he spoke, he tried to bite his tongue to commit suicide. Ning Zihuan acted swiftly to dislocate his jaw, curving his lips into a smile, "Since you have the courage to die, why fear living? How about you watch a good show with me?" With that, he stopped looking at Yuesheng and turned to leave. The men dressed in black immediately tied up Yuesheng and loaded him into a van, and the rest, like defeated dogs, submitted without struggle. Back at home, Ning Zijin was waiting in the living room. Seeing him return, she nodded with a smile, "Zihuan, you’ve managed this battle beautifully. Drawing out the snake was just the start; the next move is yours." Ning Zihuan poured a glass of water and drank it, then looked at Ning Zijin, "Big sister, when is the surgery scheduled?" At the mention of the surgery, Ning Zijin sighed, "The doctor said my body isn’t suitable for IVF. I’m considering surrogacy." Ning Zihuan frowned, "Does brother-in-law agree?" A flash of pain crossed Ning Zijin’s eyes, "Whether he agrees or not, the Ye Family needs a child no matter what. This is the only solution I can think of right now." Ning Zihuan’s eyes narrowed slightly. Despite appearing to be a pure and kind youth, he gave off a profoundly unsettling vibe. "Big sister, why must you put yourself through this hardship?" Ning Zijin let out a deep sigh, looking at the youth sitting before her, "Zihuan, if one day you fall in love with someone, you’ll understand how I feel." Follow current novels on Nov3lFɪre.ɴet Love? Ning Zihuan scoffed. But suddenly, a figure flashed through his mind, and his look became distant, he spoke lightly, "What’s it like to fall in love with someone?" "To live and die for him, to spare no expense, even if it means bending all pride and blunting all edges, all without regret or resentment." Ning Zihuan rubbed his temples, wanting to say. It seemed like he had fallen in love with someone. This person had been in his heart for ten years, he knew that all his efforts over the years were just to get closer to her, even just one step, and that made him very happy. He could now see her; even if she didn’t recognize him, he would slowly, diligently, draw closer to her. This tiny, fluttering joy was the sole motivation that had kept him going for the past decade. The night was cool, yet within a villa to the east of Jiangzhou city, lights blazed brightly. A short, thin man was led into the living room. Seeing the tall figure seated on the sofa, he quickly bowed his head. "Thump" he knelt down. "What’s the matter?" A detached and cool voice rose quietly, chilling to the bone, penetrating the heart little by little, instilling a frigid fear.