Host! I told you to do a task! I didn't tell you to bbb.

As soon as Liu Yunshu returned to the system space, she couldn't wait to lie down on the cloud sofa and roll around.

The fluffy sofa, like a soft cloud, supported her, her face full of comfortable charm.

"Big sister! Do you need some chilled plum juice?" Little Ba circled around her.

Liu Yunshu immediately stopped rolling around and curled up on the sofa like a lazy cat.

Her eyes sparkled, and her voice, still soft and relaxed after the tension had eased, said, "Yes! Extra ice!"

Little Hachi flapped its wings, and a pale blue light flashed from the tip of its tail.

A cup of steaming plum juice landed instantly on the floating tray beside her.

A few plump dried plums floated in the amber-colored broth, and ice cubes made a crisp sound as they hit the sides of the glass.

Liu Yunshu picked up the cup, her fingertips touching the cool glass, and sighed contentedly before tilting her head back and taking a big gulp.

The sweet and sour taste slid down my throat, carrying a refreshing coolness, and even the languid look in my eyes was tinged with a touch of sweetness.

She swirled the glass, and the sound of the ice cubes clinking together was crisp and pleasant.

Looking at Xiao Ba circling the tray, she smiled sweetly and said, "The system space is still the most comfortable."

Xiao Ba nuzzled her wrist, her voice soft and sweet: "That's... the system space is a haven I created for you, my darling!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yunshu gently scratched Xiao Ba's fluffy head with her fingertips, a genuine smile in her eyes: "It wasn't for nothing that I spoiled you."

The cool plum juice slid down her throat, making her feel completely relaxed. She curled up in the cloud-shaped sofa, her feet casually resting on the armrests.

What is the background of the next dimension?

"The next world...?" Xiao Ba's eyes sparkled. "It's a martial arts setting."

"Wuxia (martial arts) background?"

Liu Yunshu raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes.

She sat up slightly, her body curled up lazily, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the cool glass.

"That's interesting. What exactly is their identity?"

Little Ba's fluffy head rubbed against her cheek.

"This time, the young lady is the eldest daughter of the Liu Family Manor! Her 'Flowing Cloud Sword Technique' is superb, and her lightness skill 'Treading Snow Without a Trace' is unmatched."

"The eldest daughter of the Liu family manor?"

Liu Yunshu's interest deepened, and she gently tapped the rim of the cup with her fingertips, the crisp sound revealing a hint of eagerness.

"Flowing Cloud Sword Technique, Snow-Treading Without a Trace... This setup suits my taste. What about the mission objective?"

"The target of this mission is also the twins."

Xiao Ba opened the screen as he spoke.

"The two brothers were originally royal princes, but because of the unusual phenomenon of twins, they were considered an omen of bad luck and were sent back to their maternal grandparents' home immediately after birth."

"Twins? Royal blood, yet abandoned because of an anomaly, this is quite a dramatic turn of events."

Liu Yunshu chuckled softly, her fingertips gently swirling the rim of her cup, the languor in her eyes completely replaced by interest.

What is their current situation?

Little Ba flapped its wings and landed beside the screen. With a gentle tap of its claws, two completely different figures instantly appeared.

The man on the left is dressed in a dark blue brocade robe, holding a folding fan, with a carefree and unrestrained smile on his face.

"This is my elder brother, Xiao Hanxing, the newly appointed leader of the martial arts alliance. His 'Hanxing Sword Technique' is fierce and ruthless, and his martial arts are unfathomable. He also has a hidden skill: he is good at using poison."

The little octopus pointed to the right side of the screen, and another figure instantly became clear.

"This is my younger brother, Xiao Luochen. He is obsessed with power, so he returned to the royal family and, with ruthless methods, finally succeeded in becoming emperor."

On the screen, Xiao Luochen, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, sat regally on the Nine Dragon Throne.

His black court robe with gold trim accentuated his tall and straight figure, and his eyes and brows exuded the unique majesty and restraint of an emperor.

"The two brothers look exactly alike. One is the leader of the martial arts alliance, and the other is the emperor. It's quite interesting."

Liu Yunshu downed the plum juice in one gulp, the icy liquid sliding down her throat, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes.

"Yes, the two brothers have a very good relationship and are determined to unify the martial arts world and the imperial court."

Xiao Ba opened the adjuster and looked at Liu Yunshu curiously, "Big Sister, what image should we use this time?"

Liu Yunshu casually placed the empty cup on the floating tray and gently tapped her fingertips on her knee.

"Who says that heroes and heroines have to be heroic and dashing? This time, we're going for a gentle and elegant style."

"Gentle and elegant?" Little Eight flapped its wings, its round eyes full of surprise, and the blue light at the tip of its tail flashed.

A new image appears on the screen:

Beneath her arched, willow-leaf eyebrows were a pair of shimmering, almond-shaped eyes.

Her nose was delicate and upturned, and her cherry lips naturally smiled.

The moon-white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) is embroidered with cloud patterns. As the skirt sways, it seems as if flowing clouds are wrapped around it, which accentuates her slender figure and gentle temperament.

"Oh, right! Big boss, there's a surprise in this dimension!"

Liu Yunshu paused, raised an eyebrow at Xiao Ba's bright-eyed eyes, and leaned back lazily into the cloud-shaped sofa, her tone tinged with curiosity:

"Oh? What surprise is it that you're keeping secret?"

"You'll know when you get there."

Liu Yunshu glanced at the seemingly mysterious Xiao Ba, lightly flicked its fluffy head with her fingertip, and spoke with a hint of indulgent teasing:

"You've even learned to pander to my appetite? Fine, then I'll see what surprises you have in store for me. Let's go."

"Okay~"

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Deep in the forest, a group of men in black surrounded the three.

Mu Yunling hid behind Shen Run, her hands tightly gripping his sleeves.

His face was deathly pale, his eyes were filled with terror, and his voice trembled with a sob:

"Brother Shen, what do we do? They...they seem to be coming for us!"

Shen Run shielded her behind him, gripping his long sword tightly.

His brows furrowed, and his eyes held a chilling intensity, yet he still soothed him gently, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Xiao Hanxing, standing beside him, fiddled with a folding fan, a hint of boredom flashing in his eyes.

The hem of his dark blue brocade robe swayed gently in the forest breeze, and a casual smile played on his lips, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery:

"Brother Shen, you certainly have a heart for women. I wonder if your fiancée, Miss Liu, were here, and seeing you protecting someone like this, would she cleave this forest in two with her sword?"

Shen Run smiled gently:

"Brother Xiao, you jest. Miss Mu is a delicate woman. Since we have encountered her, how can we stand idly by? Yun Shu has always been gentle and magnanimous. If she knew this, she would surely understand."

Gentle and graceful? Xiao Hanxing secretly curled his lip—women are the most troublesome, he hoped they wouldn't be a burden to him.

"However, Brother Shen, I have never met Miss Liu since we became acquainted. I wonder..."

A hint of tenderness flashed in Shen Run's eyes, and his fingers unconsciously loosened their grip on the sword. His tone was earnest:

"Yun Shu has gone into seclusion with her master. When she returns, she will definitely introduce you to Brother Xiao. I think you two will get along very well."

Seeing the two men conversing as if no one else was around, the leader of the men in black's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his curved blade gleaming coldly as he roared:

"Still chatting! Who do you think you are? Brothers, let's go!"

The moment the cold light pierced the wind, Xiao Hanxing flipped his wrist, and the fan ribs unfolded with a "whoosh".

"I'm bored anyway, might as well keep you guys company."

As the folding fan opened and closed, his dark blue robes flitted like a fleeting shadow, and he had already floated to the man in black.

The fan ribs appear light and soft, yet they carry a sharp, powerful wind, precisely deflecting the curved blade.

With a clang, sparks flew, and the leader of the men in black felt his hand go numb, nearly dropping his weapon. A look of horror flashed in his eyes.

Shen Run didn't hesitate either. He drew his longsword, its cold light gleaming, and protected Mu Yunling, taking two steps back.

His swordplay was steady and sharp, each strike aimed directly at the black-clad man's vital points, yet he always held back a degree of restraint, for fear of accidentally injuring the person behind him.

Mu Yunling shrank behind Shen Run in fright. Her crying gradually stopped, but she was still trembling all over.

Every now and then, it would peek out and look in the direction of the fierce battle, its eyes filled with both fear and a hint of curiosity.

This is the world of martial arts! So cool!

The wind in the forest carried the crisp sound of clashing swords, swirling up fallen leaves that rustled softly.

Shen Run's "Shen Family Sword Technique" is steady and solid, with the sword light as smooth as a prairie.

He kept the attacking men in black at bay, keeping them three feet away from him, and never relaxed his efforts to protect Mu Yunling.

Mu Yunling gripped his sleeve tightly, but her gaze was unconsciously fixed on him.

The fear gradually faded, replaced by an undeniable affection and dependence.

She quietly raised her eyes and looked at Shen Run's tall and straight back.

Seeing his furrowed brows, which made him look even more dashing than usual, my heart couldn't help but beat faster.

Her fingers clenched tighter, and her voice softened slightly: "Brother Shen, be careful..."

Shen Run turned back and gave her a reassuring smile, but his swordplay became even more ferocious: "Don't worry."

However, the men in black were numerous and powerful, and their moves were ruthless and deadly, clearly well-trained assassins.

After a prolonged battle, Shen Run's forehead was beaded with sweat, and his swordplay gradually revealed weaknesses.

"Brother Shen, if you get distracted again, you'll fall into a trap," Xiao Hanxing casually reminded him.

Before he could finish speaking, a poisoned dagger silently struck Shen Run in the back, precisely where he had opened the gap while protecting Mu Yunling.

Mu Yunling's pupils constricted sharply, and she cried out in alarm, "Brother Shen, be careful!"

Shen Run felt a chill run down his spine, but it was too late to turn around and block.

He could only subconsciously push Mu Yunling aside, while forcefully twisting his waist to try and avoid vital points.

Just at this critical moment, a clear, sharp sound suddenly rang out from the forest, like flowing clouds, carrying a touch of lazy sharpness.

A figure in moon-white robes stepped through the leaves, her skirt billowing like flowing clouds.

Her figure was so light and graceful, seemingly untouched by dust, truly embodying the ultimate "walking on snow without leaving a trace".

Without even drawing her longsword, Liu Yunshu flicked the short blade off course with a precise flick of her fingertips.

With a clang, the sword pierced the tree trunk beside it, its blade still vibrating and humming.

She landed silently, a few fallen leaves clinging to her moon-white dress, yet her gentle and graceful demeanor remained undiminished.

But those once bright almond-shaped eyes were now filled with a cold light, and when they swept across the battlefield, they carried an intimidating aura.