027 White Tiger “Teacher, what’s wrong with you?” Lu Yun was stunned by the frailty evident in Old Iron Lady's demeanor. This joke had gone far beyond anything she'd ever shown—always perceived as a strong, resilient woman—the very iron lady now weeping, seemingly stirred by some long-forgotten memory, tears welling up in her eyes and held back with great effort. Wiping her cheeks, the old lady smiled gently: “Nothing really. Just reminiscing about the past, feeling a bit sentimental.” Lu Yun nodded, uncertain whether to continue—his gaze remained fixed on her, silent as she sat there. “Haha, what are you looking at? Let’s keep going—we’ll catch Zhou Quan soon. We should make good time.” With that, the old lady instantly regained her composure and radiated a charming smile once more. Lu Yun was thrilled to see this change—his arms swept around her as he opened up the folds of her outer robe. Sitting half against him with the garment now in hand, she looked up at Lu Yun: “Lu Yun, do you know what the image of a pair of swans symbolizes?” Lu Yun furrowed his brows, puzzled by this sudden question, gently caressing her smooth skin. “Swans? Isn’t that just about two people who love each other and stay together forever?” He only offered this as a general thought, not fully certain. “Double companionship, double flight—only swans are cherished above all immortals,” the old lady said, pausing with a touch of melancholy before suddenly erupting into an energetic fervor. “But if one of those swan couples loses its mate, then it becomes a ‘lucky swan’—a mere swan, even less than a chicken.” Her arms now encircled Lu Yun’s neck, her eyes blazing with passionate intensity. Her two full breasts pressed tightly against his chest as she softly breathed: “Lu Yun, right now, I’m committing a crime—but I no longer care about such things anymore. You…?” Hearing this, Lu Yun felt an electric surge of excitement—his hands moved eagerly downward, tracing every path along her body, until finally reaching the destination. Yet instead of encountering dense undergrowth as he had expected, he found only smooth, snow-covered hillocks—the ground completely bare, glass-like and serene to the touch. A sharp sensation struck Lu Yun’s mind—completely unprepared for this revelation. He realized that Old Iron Lady's place was not just a resting spot, but the very legendary White Tiger—her domain. Her sensitivity was now clearly attuned to his hesitation, and when he paused mid-motion, she immediately sensed it. With her lips parted gently from Lu Yun’s, she asked: “Lu Yun, do you understand why I’ve suffered so deeply?” How could Lu Yun not know? The White Tiger—legendary for its ability to destroy every man who marries into its path—a clear sign of a ‘White Tiger star’ whose fate is marked by the destruction of husbands. Such a woman is universally disliked and destined to live alone all her life. Young and unprepared, Lu Yun now felt deeply afraid. He stared at this graceful, vibrant woman—his mentor—and couldn’t believe that someone so radiant was in fact the very White Tiger star described in legend. Fearing for his own fate, he gazed at her without nodding or shaking his head, wondering whether the White Tiger indeed could destroy every man who married into her life. With this concern, the passionate spark within him suddenly dimmed—his hands paused just above the mound of snow, hesitant and unsure. His body now felt half-sagging in exhaustion. Old Iron Lady sighed, gently stepped away from him, re-fastened her robe and outer garment, then settled into a chair with a weary sigh. To Lu Yun she said: “Lu Yun, go on. Just pretend today never happened.” “Teacher, I…” She interrupted him firmly: “Lu Yun, don’t say anything more. Go—these years, I’ve grown used to it.” If one were to describe the current state of Old Iron Lady’s heart and expression in a single phrase—it would have to be *qiqi cangcang bei bei qieqi*, a vivid depiction of woe and sorrow. Lu Yun quietly dressed himself and did not immediately leave, instead sitting at another chair across from her, gazing steadily at the tear-streaked face before him. After a moment, he finally asked: “Teacher, I’m sorry—I didn’t know how to handle this. If you’re willing, could I hear about your past experiences?” The old lady looked at him with an expression of quiet resentment—perhaps long repressed and now finally released. Upon hearing Lu Yun’s words, she leaned over the desk and began weeping softly. Though she tried to suppress her cries, they were still audible; should anyone pass by or enter unexpectedly, they would surely be surprised to see the typically composed old lady crying openly in front of her student. “Teacher, please don’t cry—should you not wish to speak, just let me think today’s conversation never happened,” Lu Yun hurried over and comforted her. After a while, realizing her emotional overflow, she lifted her face, wiped away tears, and offered a composed smile: “It has nothing to do with you—it’s simply my own misfortune. If you’d like, I’ll tell you all about it.” Lu Yun nodded, moved the chair closer, and sat beside her as she began to speak. It turned out that Old Iron Lady did not grow up in a rural village nor had she always been a teacher. She was born in a vibrant city, raised in a family running a martial arts academy—so from childhood, she trained under her father mastering the hall’s signature technique, the Iron Sand Fist, until it became truly refined. In college, she stood out as an exceptional student among both parents and peers alike—always among the most outstanding students. Yet throughout all this, she felt distinctively different from other girls. The turning point came during one of her university bathroom sessions when she observed many female classmates bathing—and was startled to see a profound difference in their private areas. While others had lush, dense growths that concealed their most intimate parts, hers was bare—completely devoid of any vegetation. Raised in an urban household with good education, she had never realized how unusual this was until that moment. With over thirty classmates inside the bathroom, only she revealed a completely smooth, exposed region beneath her. Other students quickly noticed and exclaimed: “She’s a White Tiger star!” That single shout drew dozens of girls around her—all eyes fixed on her private area, speaking in mixed expressions of disbelief and criticism—some even bluntly stating that she was destined to destroy every man who married into her life, never marrying someone who would truly love her. Overwhelmed by shock and indignation, Lu Yun didn’t know how to move or dress herself, only thinking about that one phrase: *You are a White Tiger star—destined to be loved by no man, even if you find one, he will eventually fall under your influence.* The weight of public opinion soon spread throughout the university. Once warm and friendly teachers now treated her with cold reserve; close female classmates deliberately avoided her; men hesitated to speak directly to her due to her martial arts background—often exchanging quiet comments behind her back. In time, everything seemed to drift away from her, leaving only whispers of misunderstanding and dismissal. Yet when she was at her lowest—considering even giving up on life itself—a brave young man appeared beside her. With his encouragement, she completed her university studies. And soon after, they married—she was twenty-two years old that year. Their early married years were among the most joyful of her life—the bliss of being truly loved and cared for—yet one lingering disappointment remained: during their first three years of marriage, they had no children. For a while, she felt deeply guilty—believing it must be because of her White Tiger star fate that caused them to remain childless. Her husband, ever attentive, constantly reassured her, even going so far as to visit several top fertility hospitals across the country in search of possible issues on his end. Yet every examination revealed no problems on his side. The issue now remained unsolved—like a hot stone passed back upon her. Though deeply considerate, with pressure from her parents-in-law, he eventually explained everything to her and insisted that they visit doctors together. The results were the same—their own issues were consistent: she had no problems at all. Yet still, no clear explanation existed for why they hadn’t produced children after three years of marriage—despite doctors’ thorough assessments. Her parents-in-law, however, learned about her White Tiger condition through financial incentives given to the attending physicians—specifically arranged so that their expectations would be met. As a result, driven by their desire to have grandchildren soon, they insisted on a divorce between the couple—citing only one reason: she was the White Tiger star, destined to destroy both husband and children. The young man had long admired her since college—he believed marrying her was a divine blessing. Whether or not she was a White Tiger star mattered little; what truly mattered was that his wife loved him, and he could return love in equal measure. Yet his parents did not understand—after another heated argument, they ultimately walked out, leaving him heartbroken. He had hoped to take some time away to reflect—but during the journey, he was suddenly struck by a drunken driver who sent him flying several meters into the air. In that final moment of life, all he could think was: *Why has Heaven been so unfair to my wife?* After his passing, Old Iron Lady wept daily—her parents-in-law, deeply convinced of her White Tiger star fate, pushed her out of their household entirely. “Lu Yun,” she suddenly lifted her gaze, eyes glistening with tears but now burning with a cold, penetrating intensity. “Do you understand how a woman scorned by society, labeled as a White Tiger star, manages to endure these fifteen years?” “Lu Yun—do you feel it…?” ... 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