She wanted to resist but was powerless as the woman parted her clothing, cold fingertips exploring her chest. Yan Ziyan couldn’t help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, causing the woman to frown and grip her chin coldly: “I do not allow this. Dare you seek death?”
She wanted to live but couldn’t, her jaw nearly crushed, spitting another large mouthful of blood onto the woman’s hand. A bloodthirsty smile rose in the woman’s eyes: “Seeking death.”
She pressed down, restraining Yan Ziyan completely. The more Yan Ziyan’s blood boiled, the more excited the woman became.
Tears rolled down Yan Ziyan’s fair cheeks to her lips, bitter and heavy.
Who says women do not cry? They simply cry when their hearts are truly broken.
Tasting this flavor, the woman suddenly withdrew, her eyes locked in a cold gaze: “Very good.” No one had ever dared to resist her like this, especially in bed!
She slapped her chest, causing Yan Ziyan to tremble, her body stiff as death, her angry yet spirited eyes instantly closing.
She coldly laughed, standing up. Today, this plaything showed some backbone. Backbone—what did she know about that?
Xu Wanzhi felt unsettled in his heart, not knowing how to get back at Qu Xiaojue. Beating or scolding her didn’t seem satisfactory, and forcibly kissing her back would only make him feel worse.
Calculating over and over, any approach seemed to be to his own disadvantage. Yet, he wasn’t angry enough to go to such extremes…
Xu Wanzhi gave a cold laugh, forcefully shaking off her hand and quickening his pace to continue walking, not wanting to stay near her. Qu Xiaojue quickly caught up from behind, wrapping her arms around him without room for resistance. She simultaneously smoothed out the clothes he had inadvertently disheveled and forcibly arranged his slightly messy hair, saying with a smile: “You certainly don’t want others to notice anything.”
Hearing the deeper meaning in her words, he glared fiercely but gritted his teeth and allowed her to adjust his appearance, his cheeks still brilliantly flushed, only gradually fading after a while.
After bowing, Qu Yao immediately turned and left, her pace quickening as she exited the mansion, her sword-holding fingers subtly tightening.
Just as her master said, she would not leave without reason. Being unfamiliar with the area, her appearance might attract unwanted attention, even as a woman. She was not a member of the Qu family, but she should not encounter any mishap because of her.
Thinking of these things, Qu Yao felt a panic welling up inside her. In her urgency, she used her lightness kung fu, leaving the other servants far behind. She swiftly flew to the place where they had parted ways and glanced through a side alley, directly walking into it.
Randomly grabbing a vendor who was packing up, she asked in a low voice, “Did anyone see a beautiful woman pass by here today?”
The vendor, recalling the impression left by Yan Ziye earlier, quickly responded, “Yes, there was such a young lady who kept walking forward and was not seen returning…”
Qu Yao casually tossed a silver coin and instantly disappeared. The vendor, biting the silver coin, muttered: “There were really many strange people today.”
Because of Yan Ziye’s striking appearance, her trail was easy to follow. After asking a few people, Qu Yao lost her tracks completely.
Relying on a warrior’s intuition, she stopped at the place where Yan Ziye was drugged during the day, her sword suddenly tightening.
Yan Ziye was forced to spit out several mouthfuls of blood and was personally struck by the notorious Zheyue Palace’s master, the great demoness Jian Lianqing. Her chest had several broken bones, lying on the bed in extreme discomfort, unable to pass out yet powerless to open her eyes.
Jian Lianqing coldly looked at her, her pale cheeks stained with dark blood, her tangled hair covering her face, making her look even more miserable. This dampened her mood for entertainment, and she directly threw her aside and returned to her own room next door. She would keep her and have her properly trained before enjoying her. She naturally had important matters to arrange for this trip.
After hearing her subordinates’ report, Jian Lianqing had them all retreat. Her cold gaze penetrated the room before lying down fully clothed and slowly closing her eyes.
Everyone can imagine the growth experience of the Zheyue Palace master, who from childhood consumed various medicines, practiced evil kung fu, killed and destroyed sects, eventually becoming the most notorious demon head that everyone wanted to eliminate. This trip was light and simple, and her low-profile behavior was enough to conceal her tracks.
However, there are no impenetrable walls in the martial world. Her Zheyue Palace also had informants she must personally test. But those who should be dealt with would not be shown mercy. Being more clearly tracked by those righteous people was not beyond her expectations.
Yan Ziye’s mind was muddled and confused, unconsciously moaning: “Fool… wooden…”
“How did you—” A light name caused Qu Yao’s chest to suddenly ache painfully, inexplicably feeling extremely uncomfortable, her arms naturally tightening around Yan Ziye’s arm, her chest heavy and stifled, unable to be released.
The oppressive atmosphere in the adjacent room and the soul-shaking siege could no longer make Qu Yao glance again. After roughly checking her injuries, she carried Yan Ziye downstairs. When she entered, it was unusually smooth, but now as soon as she landed, she was coldly stared at by several martial artists who surrounded her, making it clear she could come in but not leave.
One of the women raised her sword and coldly asked: “Who are you? A remnant of the Demon Palace?”
Qu Yao, wanting to take Yan Ziye back for treatment as soon as possible, coldly said: “A rootless person, just passing by to save a friend.” She didn’t even care about the sword in front of her and tried to walk past.
The woman couldn’t let a potential demon sect remnant leave so easily. Seeing her cold attitude, she lunged with her sword. Qu Yao’s eyes flashed coldly as she dodged sideways, unable to counterattack while holding Yan Ziye. She forcefully kicked away the sword. The woman was slightly surprised, her cold smile revealing sharp teeth, and she launched her signature move.
Qu Yao had no time to entangle with her, dodging and coldly saying: “I’m not a martial artist and have no relationship with your enemies.” The woman, kicked away from her sword, was furious and didn’t care about the truth. Seeing Qu Yao’s nervousness about the person in her arms, she threw a punch that missed Qu Yao and aimed directly at Yan Ziye’s waist.
This action truly angered Qu Yao. While turning with Yan Ziye, she quickly drew her sword. The cold sword light targeted the woman’s wrist tendons. With a “hiss” of surprise, a red line was cut on her wrist, and the sword blade pursued upward without a trace of blood.
The woman was shocked and retreated, more convinced that Qu Yao was from the Demon Palace, likely with an equally suspicious companion. She angrily picked up the fallen sword and attacked desperately.
Qu Yao coldly smiled, spinning out a sword flower to meet her. The scene instantly seemed to have infinite light sliding past. Her moves were extremely simple yet precise.
Within three moves, she easily broke the woman’s attack, shocking away her sword. Turning the sword hilt, she struck her shoulder, immediately stopping her.
Several watching women were shocked, shouting: “Who are you!”
Qu Yao had answered once and wouldn’t answer again. Feeling the person in her arms growing colder, she coldly scanned them, issuing a final ultimatum: “Scram! Otherwise, I’ll show no mercy!”
