Yaoguang Fairy Path

Ye Shuyao sneered and continued to mock him mercilessly, "If you don't understand what people are saying, don't come out and embarrass yourself. How dare you fall for him? Look at your facial features, you're so beautiful that no one can beat you. I really envy your skin, it's so well-maintained, even a knife can't cut it, right? Also, why don't you shake your head and listen to the sound of the sea inside, maybe there's too much water."

After saying that, Ye Shuyao lightly circled around Murong Xue, and finally leaned close to her ear and said sarcastically in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Next time you go out, remember to pee and look in the mirror first, and don't come out and scare people." Although her voice was soft, every word was like a needle piercing Murong Xue's heart.

A group of passersby and vendors were amused by Ye Shuyao's words, and their laughter rose one after another, as if it could set off a wave of joy.

The crowd was buzzing with discussion. One woman covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled softly, saying to the person next to her, "This girl has a sharp tongue, but I just like her straightforwardness!" Another woman quickly warned, "Stop talking now! Be careful Miss Murong might hear you and cause trouble."

Seeing this, Luo Yunhan couldn't help but laugh. He clenched his fist over his mouth, trying hard to suppress his laughter. He couldn't help but wonder: When did Yao'er's little mouth become so eloquent? A laugh still escaped him, and he quickly cleared his throat to hide it. However, Luo Yunhan was deeply touched by the little girl's defense of him.

When Murong Xue saw everyone laughing, anger instantly surged in her heart. Her oval face, which was originally covered with powder, was now flushed with anger, like a ripe apple.

She pointed at the people around her angrily, her voice sharp and trembling: "Shut up! Don't laugh! If you laugh again, I will pull out your tongues!" As soon as these words came out, the originally noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, leaving only Murong Xue's angry breathing echoing in the air.

Then, Murong Xue's eyes widened with anger as she glared at Ye Shuyao fiercely, gritting her teeth and cursing, "Bitch! You're courting death!"

With that, she whipped out the snake-bone whip from her waist. The whip curved like a snake's bone, its lines flowing and full of dynamic beauty. Composed of multiple sections, each tightly connected, it resembled the bones of a real snake, exuding a strange and ferocious beauty. As she swung her arm, the whip drew sharp arcs through the air, emitting a crackling sound that sent chills down one's spine.

The crowd that had been watching the gossip were frightened and dispersed. They looked terrified, fearing that they would be affected by Murong Xue's anger.

The crowd of onlookers scattered like birds and beasts, some running quickly, others carefully avoiding the surroundings. The field suddenly became empty, leaving only Murong Xue, Ye Shuyao, and Luo Yunhan facing off. Silence reigned supreme, with only the occasional rustle of the wind adding a touch of oppression to the tense atmosphere.

Facing Murong Xue's angry rebuke, Ye Shuyao curled up the corner of her mouth into a cold smile. She asked provocatively, "Who are you scolding, bitch?"

Murong Xue hit back without hesitation: "Bitch, I'm calling you that!" The conversation between the two was simple and direct, but full of tension.

Not far away, a vendor, hiding under a table, was secretly observing the heated argument when he couldn't help but laugh and let out a soft "puff!" Realizing his gaffe, he immediately covered his mouth tightly, fearing to attract more attention.

Facing Murong Xue's anger, Ye Shuyao raised her eyebrows and a scornful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She responded calmly: "You are right, the bitch scolded me, but I can't argue with the bitch." Her words revealed a kind of disdain and confidence, as if she didn't take Murong Xue's threat seriously at all.

Murong Xue was enraged when she heard Ye Shuyao's words. Her eyes widened and she gnashed her teeth as she roared, "Ah, ah, I'm going to kill you!" Her voice was filled with rage and despair, as if she wanted to pour all her hatred on Ye Shuyao. Her face was distorted, her eyes were red, and she looked like a mad beast.

Luo Yunhan's expression was as cold as frost, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, like a sharp blade. He sneered inwardly, thinking: I haven't shown up in too long, and now even a random ant dares to be arrogant in front of him. It's really courting death.

Ye Shuyao clapped her hands, her eyes gleaming with calmness and determination, as if she saw through Murong Xue's every ounce of power. She tilted her head and playfully said to Luo Yunhan, "Master, she's just a clown. There's no need for you to take action. Shuyao can handle her." She then gave Murong Xue a sarcastic look.

Luo Yunhan's lips unconsciously curled up, forming a warm arc. He smiled and replied softly, "Okay, then it's up to Yao'er." His voice revealed his trust and expectation for Ye Shuyao.

Murong Xue's face was as gloomy as water. She snorted coldly, "Looking for death!" She suddenly swung the snake bone whip in her hand, chanting the technique: "Netherworld Ghost Whip!" The whip drew a strange arc in the air, emitting a strong Netherworld aura, and the whip body was as elusive as a ghost.

Yet, facing Murong Xue's seemingly fierce attack, Ye Shuyao merely raised an eyebrow. Her pretty face showed no sign of nervousness, but instead a contemptuous smile. She spoke calmly, "It's just a gimmick." Her voice was like a calm lake, unruffled but filled with steady confidence and composure, as if she had everything under control.

These words were like a sharp sword, piercing Murong Xue's heart, causing her rage to erupt like a volcano, reaching its peak in an instant. She was furious, babbling incessantly, "Bitch... I'm going to make you taste the fire of the underworld!"

Ye Shuyao's lips curled slightly, a hint of contempt flashing in her eyes. "Early Golden Core Stage? Humph, is that the strength you're so proud of? Then let me teach you what true strength is." With a flick of her finger, the blood-sucking demon vine flew out like a spirit snake, fiercely tangling with the snake-bone whip in mid-air. The demon vine emitted an eerie red light, intertwining with the dark grey aura of the snake-bone whip.

Seeing this, Murong Xue quickly formed seals with her hands and whispered, "Burning Flame Technique!" With her low cry, the surrounding fire elements seemed to be summoned and gathered around her. These fire elements swirled and compressed in her dantian, rapidly heating up and shining brighter and brighter, like a sun about to explode.

Suddenly, Murong Xue's delicate body trembled, and she flung her eyes open, a fiery light flashing in them. With a flicker of her body, she thrust her hands forward, and the massive fireball flew out of her hands like a meteor, instantly transforming into a blazing dragon of flames, roaring and lunging towards Ye Shuyao. Wherever the dragon of flame passed, the air was distorted and seared.

However, Ye Shuyao was prepared. Her figure drifted like a ghost, her moon-white dress dancing in the wind, like a fairy descending from the earth. She whispered a mantra, her voice clear and resolute: "Ice Heart Technique, Third Level—Ice and Snow Descend!" Instantly, countless snowflakes fell from the sky, rapidly condensing into ice crystals in mid-air, pouring down like a torrential rain. The ice crystals and flames collided fiercely in the air, emitting a crackling sound. The entire battlefield was enveloped in a spectacular spectacle of interwoven ice, snow, and flames, like a magnificent painting.

Seeing this, Murong Xue felt an indescribable anger in her heart and attacked even more fiercely.

She had originally thought she could suppress this bitch with her Burning Flame Art, but she hadn't expected her to be so powerful that she was no match for her. The fire spirit surged wildly in her palm, but it was difficult to unleash its full power.

Ye Shuyao's agile form deftly dodged Murong Xue's attacks, all the while invigorating the second level of the Ice Heart Technique—Ice and Snow Stab. Her movements were nimble, like a dancing fairy, as sharp ice crystals shot out from her hands, piercing Murong Xue like swords. Each collision was accompanied by a piercing sound, and the ice crystals intertwined with Murong Xue's protective Qi, emitting a brilliant burst of light.

Her movements were like a ghost, flickering and moving around Murong Xue, like a cat playing with a mouse, making Murong Xue exhausted. Her attacks were like a torrential rain, leaving shocking wounds on Murong Xue's body, while Murong Xue fought hard, trying to find Ye Shuyao's weakness.

Murong Xue gradually fell into a difficult situation. Her clothes were torn in the fierce battle, revealing bloodstains. Finally, her upper body was tightly bound by the blood-sucking demon vines, and she fell to the ground helplessly. Her clothes were disheveled and blood-soaked, and she looked in a state of disarray.

She stared at Ye Shuyao fiercely, her eyes brimming with rage and resentment, seemingly spitting fire. She gritted her teeth and cursed word for word, "Bitch! I, Murong Xue, will never let you go! The humiliation you suffered today, I will repay you a hundredfold someday!" Her voice was filled with venom and ruthlessness, each word squeezed between her teeth as if she wanted to pour all her hatred onto Ye Shuyao.

Seeing that she was no match for Ye Shuyao, Murong Xue decided to retreat. She moved, ready to fly away on her sword. However, Ye Shuyao wouldn't let her escape so easily.

Ye Shuyao glanced at Murong Xue coldly, her tone devoid of warmth: "You won't have this chance. You keep calling me a bitch, do you really think I care? Now, I'm going to make you feel like you can't live or die."

Murong Xue heard Ye Shuyao's cold words, and fear surged in her heart like a tide, her body shaking uncontrollably. She knew she was no match for Ye Shuyao, and in panic, she tried her best to escape. However, her efforts seemed so powerless in front of Ye Shuyao. In the end, she was knocked down by Ye Shuyao with a palm, and fell heavily in a deep and dark alley.

Murong Xuedi raised her head and tried to use her last trump card to threaten Ye Shuyao: "What are you going to do? I tell you, my father is the elder of the Murong family! If you dare to do anything to me, my father will never let you go!"

However, Ye Shuyao only smiled faintly, that smile full of contempt and disdain: "Murong family elder? So what? Do you think I'm afraid? What happened today is your own fault. I, Ye Shuyao, have never been one to be bullied."

Ye Shuyao glanced at Murong Xue coldly, with a sarcastic smile on her lips: "Oh, really? Then I'll wait and see." After that, she waved her hand lightly, and a powerful spiritual power hit Murong Xue's meridians and dantian like a heavy stone.

Murong Xue suddenly let out a shrill and piercing scream of pain. Her body trembled violently under the impact of the spiritual power, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Ye Shuyao watched coldly, her voice cold and firm: "Oh, enjoy it slowly! She, Ye Shuyao, has never been a kind person. If someone treats her with courtesy, she will treat them with courtesy; if someone bullies her even a little, she will return the favor twice as much. This is her principle, and she, Ye Shuyao, will never let go of any grievance."

Luo Yunhan added expressionlessly, "There's no need to keep that tongue; it's too filthy." As he finished speaking, the spiritual energy in his hand surged like a hurricane, ruthlessly slicing Murong Xue's tongue. Murong Xue covered her mouth in pain, but blood still seeped from between her fingers, staining her palms red.

Murong Xue made a whimpering sound, a whine that she tried her best to make but was already unclear.

Her eyes were filled with fear and despair. These two people, whom she had once disdained, had now become a nightmare from which she could not escape. She was wrong, utterly wrong. She should not have provoked these demonic beings. At this moment, she could only endure endless pain and regret, allowing fate to push her into the abyss.

Seeing Luo Yunhan take action, Ye Shu lowered her head slightly, not daring to look directly into his deep eyes. She felt strangely nervous, fearing he would think she was malicious. She whispered, "Master, I didn't think deeply about what I did. I thought you would blame me for being ruthless."

Luo Yunhan patted Ye Shuyao's shoulder gently, his tone revealing a hint of doting: "Silly girl, as long as you are safe and sound, what does it have to do with me? You did nothing wrong. If you were the loser today, the other party would probably be even more cruel."

Their conversation echoed in the empty alleyway before they turned and left, leaving Murong Xue lying there, like a piece of rag. Soon, news of the fighting spread to the Murong Mansion, causing a commotion within the Murong family. A moment later, several servants hurried over and carried Murong Xue back to the mansion.

Inside the study, Murong Cheng's eyes flickered with unconcealable disdain. He knew his niece's character well; a woman so lustful, her behavior no different from those of a playboy. Frowning, he addressed the Second Elder in a deep voice, "Second brother, I've told you many times to discipline your ignorant daughter. She deserves this fate entirely."

Upon hearing this, the Second Elder's wife's eyes sparkled with tears. She sobbed, wiping away the tears with a handkerchief, her voice choked with sobs, "Brother, Xue'er is your niece after all. How could you be so cruel as to watch her being bullied like this? This Zhaoyang City is the domain of our four great families. That man actually dared to commit violence in the street. It's clear that he doesn't take our Murong family seriously!"

A fierce glint flashed in the Second Elder's eyes. Seeing Murong Cheng had no intention of intervening, he sternly shouted at the sobbing woman beside him, "Shut up! You're just crying!" He angrily flung his sleeves and walked away. Seeing this, the woman had no choice but to stop crying and followed the Second Elder away, weeping.

Murong Cheng pressed his temple helplessly and sighed softly: "What the hell is going on?"

Ye Shuyao and Luo Yunhan were naturally unaware of all this. At this moment, the two were sitting in an elegant room on the third floor of the Treasure Pavilion. Ye Shuyao was flipping through the auction list brought by the waiter, reading it with great interest.

Author: My dear friends, please don't think Yaoyao is too cruel or a villain. She was originally designed to be like this. If someone treats her well, she will only treat them better. Otherwise, she will be vindictive and ruthless. (??w??)ShuanQ

I changed this chapter a little bit●)o(●