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In less than the time taken to burn half an incense stick, Xuan Yuanyu and Yin Feng had witnessed a luxurious courtyard and half an immortal city reduced to complete ruins. There was not one intact wall to be found in the entire Yu Family courtyard. Where the hall once stood, only a crater of several tens of feet wide remained.
Xuan Yuanyu patted his chest to calm his pounding heart. Looking at this sorry state of affairs, he suddenly felt thankful. When the Great Immortal had come to the Xuan Yuan family the other time, she must have meant it when she had spoken of wanting to discuss something with him; she truly did not have any serious intention of resorting to violence.
Turning around, Xuan Yuanyu looked at a lone figure standing in the middle of it all who had stopped her bashing. He shivered a little, praying for the blessings of his ancestors.
Patting off the dust from her hands, Shen Ying turned and walked towards the pile of ruins and bending down, she dragged out the person buried underneath. The man dragged out was half-dead and completely unrecognizable as a human being. She pressed her foot down on him. There was a sound of something cracking.
She asked quietly,
Tell me, where’s my radish?
Yu Haiheng had not yet regained his faculties. His whole body felt so painful that it had become numb. He could only feel something rapidly dissipating from his body. As someone who had been at the Soul Formation stage for many years, this was his first time learning that a person could undo a lifetime of cultivation just by using their fist. Now he was facing that very person again, and she was wearing a very impatient look on her face. Fear overwhelmed him. Was… she really only just a cultivator?
After a while, Yu Haiheng finally realized that she was asking him a question.
What… what radish? You… who are you?
Shen Ying frowned and grew even more impatient. Still speaking in that lazy drawl of hers, she answered,
You went to so much trouble planning this whole farce today, so don’t tell me it was all to snatch a disciple from my sect. I didn’t question you about it just now, but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid. Where’s Radish?
I don’t know any…
Not waiting for him to finish, Shen Ying slammed her foot down—immediately, a series of cracking sounds could be heard and a column of blood spurted out from Yu Haiheng mouth.
Last chance. Where is the radish?
asked Shen Ying, narrowing her eyes, her entire being giving off a murderous vibe.
Yu Haiheng suddenly felt as if his Primordial Spirit was being torn apart and even his vision was becoming blurry. What radish? But he really hadn’t taken any radish from her?
Wait a moment! Could it be…
His heart sank, and after a moment he seemed to recall something. Spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, he weakly pulled out a spirit beast bag beside him using all his strength.
Just as the seal on the bag was opened, something green suddenly emerged from it.
Ji…
The radish rushed headlong into Shen Ying’s arms. It seemed to be suffering from a terrible grievance, squeaking urgently,
Ji ji ji…
Shen Ying lifted it up and looked at the still squeaking vegetable.
Why did you become like this? Why don’t you change into human form?
Ji… Ji… Ji…
The radish seemed even more aggrieved, pointing to the man on the ground and waving the leaves on its head desperately.
You’re not able to manifest?
Ji!
Radish nodded. Suddenly, as if recalling something, it pitifully reached out one of its leaves towards her, all the while quivering and squeaking,
Ji… Ji… Ji…
Looking at it closely, Shen Ying saw that the middle section of the leaf, which was previously long and luscious, had been broken off. Green sap oozed from the broken tip.
You’re injured?
Ji…
Is it painful?
Ji…
Looking down at the man on the ground, she asked,
Is he the one?
Ji… Ji…!
It nodded.
Shen Ying’s expression hardened again. Looking down at the man who was still trembling, she turned to Xuan Yuanyu, who had been watching from the sidelines, and asked,
Vegetable Family Patriarch, do you have a knife with you?
Huh?
Taken aback by her question, Xuan Yuanyu looked at the half-dead Yu Haiheng. Isn’t this person already a cripple? Don’t tell me you plan on chopping him to pieces?
Great… Immortal, he is already in this condition. I think using a knife on him… is not a good idea?
Huh?
A murderous vibe filled the air.
Xuan Yuanyu felt a shiver down his spine. He immediately straightened up and said in a righteous tone,
Yes I have one, Great Immortal! Do you want a long knife, a short knife, a Pudao 1
, a scimitar, or a Steed Slaying Saber?
With a wave of his hand, different types of knives appeared which floated around her.
Everyone:
…
What happened to the brotherly bond among aristocratic families?
Shen Ying picked one of the knives and then bent down to look Yu Haiheng.
You… what else are you intending on doing?
Yu Haiheng’s eyes widened in horror as he looked at the knife in her hand.
I… I am the patriarch of the Yu Family.
That was payback for Little Hong, but you’ve also hurt Radish, so you have to pay a slight price,
said Shen Ying. She reached out her hand to grab his head.
Yu Haiheng grew even more terrified and attempted to struggle with all his strength to avoid her hand; however, he could not move an inch. All he could do was scream in terror,
No, don’t, stop!
Shut up!
I’m just going to shave your head. What’s with the screaming?
Yu Haiheng’s screams grew increasingly louder, but just as Shen Ying’s knife was about to make contact with his head, a white light flashed past and the previously screaming Yu Haiheng vanished into thin air.
The knife struck nothing but air and it fell onto the ground with a clang.
…
Huh?
Startled, Shen Ying got up and looked around her. She realized that besides Yu Haiheng, the five Yu Family Traveling Immortals, who had been lying on the ground, had vanished as well.
They’ve vanished. What… kind of sorcery is this?
Even Xuan Yuanyu, the one who had handed over the knife and thus was the nearest to Yu Haiheng, was stunned. It was incredible that Yu Haiheng had managed to escape under the Great Immortal’s very nose. And what was even stranger was that he had not felt any fluctuations of spiritual power. What kind of sorcery was this?
Frowning, Shen Ying suddenly raised her head and looked around for a while before turning to the girls of her sect to say,
I’m tired, let’s go home!
Yes, Sect Master!
The two girls replied in unison and immediately followed behind Shen Ying obediently, their eyes shining brightly. She was indeed worthy of being their sect master—she had displayed her awesome might yet again.
o(╯□╰)o
Yin Yuanfei ran after them and called out in a tone of longing,
Miss Si Yu!
Si Yu turned back and answered tenderly,
Scram.
Don’t interrupt my worship of Sect Master.
OK.
A certain someone meekly went back and stood behind Yin Feng.
Yin Feng, who had been dumbstruck during the entire proceedings:
…
Xuan Yuanyu, who had previous experience in such matters:
…
Shen Ying:
…
Little Green’s attitude to Yin Yuanfei had changed so quickly that Shen Ying suddenly felt an urge to find out what she had been discussing with Yin Yuanfei.
When Shen Ying returned to the small courtyard with her two sect members, it was already in the middle of the night. Yi Qing and Lonemoon had also returned. They had intended to look for her when they heard the news about them, but it so happened that both parties met each other at the courtyard entrance.
Master.
Yi Qing quickly went forwards to greet Shen Ying and looked her over carefully from head to toe, and only after doing so did he heave a sigh of relief. Thank God she had found her way back.
You came back from the Yu family? What exactly happened? Has it been resolved?
inquired Lonemoon.
Yeah,
Shen Ying answered with a yawn.
I’m so sleepy! You ask them!
As she spoke, she plucked off the radish that had fallen asleep on her foot, stuffed it into Father Niu’s arms and then flopped herself down on a table. I don’t understand why people choose to commit crimes at night. Don’t they know that sleep deprivation is harmful?
Lonemoon tried to hold onto the radish, but the radish reflexively slid down from his arms. Shaking out its leaves, it wrapped itself around his foot, never once waking up during the entire process.
Lonemoon’s mouth twitched. Scanning the radish with his Divine Perception, he discovered that its Spirit Qi had decreased by a quarter, regressed to the same level before its manifestation.
