Chapter 113: Junior Sister, where is my husband?
Wails and cries filled the front courtyard of the Jiang Mansion. Seven or eight middle-aged Jiang Mansion guards, armed with long staffs, surrounded Feng Yu Die. Several younger guards lay on the ground, clutching their stomachs and rolling in agony.
Most of these guards were only at the first or second level of Qi Refining, and many were still in the Body Tempering Stage. They were more than capable of handling common thugs, but when faced with someone more formidable, they were immediately outmatched.
“Drink!”
A seven-foot staff swung in a semicircle through the air, aimed directly at Feng Yu Die’s head.
The blow, which appeared threatening, was met with a mere glance from Feng Yu Die. She sidestepped, then used her right knee to strike the guard’s abdomen.
The man instantly turned into a projectile, skidding across the paving stones of the front courtyard before crashing heavily into the steps beside him, where he finally stopped.
“Wait! I’m not…”
Feng Yu Die seized the opportunity to speak, attempting to de-escalate. Before she could finish, another guard rushed at her with his staff.
Helpless, she raised the sword scabbard in her right hand to block, then kicked the man away.
While Feng Yu Die seemed to be handling the situation with ease, Jiang Yu, who was confronting three other guards not far away, was not so fortunate.
He was currently on the ground, covering his head, his face bruised and swollen. The three guards surrounding him were kicking his back, cursing as they did.
“Ouch! Ouch!!” Jiang Yu cried out, unable to bear it any longer. He reached out to Feng Yu Die for help, “Senior! Senior!! Save me! ~ Ouch!”
Feng Yu Die was speechless. She kicked away a few more guards and rushed towards Jiang Yu, intending to drive away the three guards surrounding him.
However, after only two steps, she felt a sudden chill down her spine.
“Huh? Killing intent?!”
Feng Yu Die instinctively turned to the side, but her vision was obscured by her own waterfall-like silver hair.
*Swish—*
A three-foot sharp sword pierced through her hair, narrowly missing her eyes.
Feng Yu Die’s eyes followed the sword’s trajectory for a moment. Then, she saw the blade, less than three inches from her eyes, bizarrely split into two.
The original sword shadow continued its thrust, while the split shadow delivered a horizontal slash.
She held her breath and quickly tilted her head back to dodge.
The split sword shadow grazed her nose, then split again midway.
This time, it was a vertical chop.
With no room to dodge, Feng Yu Die raised the sword scabbard in her hands, gripping it with both hands to block the sword’s path.
*Clang—*
Feng Yu Die’s floating silver hair now fell down, and she finally saw the person swinging the sword at her.
“Pei…!”
Upon seeing Pei Lianxue’s face, Feng Yu Die’s eyes lit up.
However, before she could utter “Junior Sister,” she received a heavy knee strike to the abdomen.
“Ugh—!”
Her right knee sunk into Feng Yu Die’s belly, sending her feet flying into the air.
This was not the end. Pei Lianxue immediately used her inch-force technique, adding another five parts of her strength.
*Boom—*
The air wave blew away the dust around her feet.
Feng Yu Die transformed into a white shuttlecock, sent flying with her back towards the Jiang Mansion gates. She rolled a few times at the gate before crashing into a wall on the opposite street, where she finally stopped.
Before she could even recover or stand up from the ground, Jiang Yu on the other side was also picked up by two guards and thrown out of the gate.
*Slam—*
Pei Lianxue personally closed the double gates of the Jiang Mansion, bolted them, and then turned to face the guards, her brow furrowed.
“Do not let them in!! Especially the one with white hair! Do you understand?!”
It was the first time these guards had seen their Mistress wear such a stern expression. They all nodded vigorously.
“Ah… Yes, Mistress, we definitely won’t let them in.”
“Good.”
Pei Lianxue nodded, then put her spirit sword into her storage bag and turned to head back to the main hall.
However, upon returning to the main hall, she intended to directly tell Ye Anping, “They’ve all been kicked out.” But Ye Anping was not there. Only Liang Zhu sat on a chair, drinking tea with a speechless expression.
Pei Lianxue looked around for a moment before walking up to Liang Zhu and asking,
“Where is my husband?”
“I saw him heading towards the backyard.”
“The backyard?”
“Yes, the backyard.”
“Oh… Thank you.”
Pei Lianxue nodded and quickly hurried out of the side door of the main hall, heading towards the backyard.
…
Meanwhile, across from the entrance of the Jiang Mansion.
Feng Yu Die slumped on the ground, foolishly letting out occasional hiccups. She felt like Junior Sister Pei’s knee strike had winded her.
While it was a powerful blow, it was also quite uncomfortable.
After a moment of recovery, she looked at Jiang Yu, who was now bruised and swollen beside her, a faint trace of resentment appearing in her eyes.
Feng Yu Die had no intention of fighting the Jiang Mansion guards. She had this guy to thank for pushing aside the two guards at the gate without a word and forcing his way in, shouting, “Bring out that dog couple and face death!!”
Naturally, the Jiang Mansion guards had picked up their weapons and surrounded them.
Feng Yu Die had tried to mediate, but for every word she spoke, Jiang Yu would curse. In the end, the guards, throwing caution to the wind, began hitting her with their wooden staffs.
Once fists started flying, words became useless. She was forced to defend herself.
Recalling this, Feng Yu Die’s eye twitched, and she couldn’t help but curse,
“Are you an idiot?!”
“Huh?” Jiang Yu looked bewildered, shrinking his head and covering his swollen face, “Wha’s wrond?”
Feng Yu Die rolled her eyes at him. “Couldn’t you have been polite first? You could have cursed after you met that fake young master. You cursed at a bunch of guards? Were you afraid they wouldn’t beat you up?!”
“Ah… But… I’m clearly the real Jiang Yu.”
“…”
Feng Yu Die recalled. Since she had confirmed it was indeed Junior Sister Pei, she saw no reason to continue accompanying this Young Master Jiang, as she wouldn’t be getting any spirit stones anyway.
“Find someone else to do your job. I’m not staying.”
Feng Yu Die stood up, patted her skirt, and turned to leave, planning to circle around and return to the Jiang Mansion to find Junior Sister Pei.
“Ah? Senior! Wait… Didn’t we have an agreement?”
Jiang Yu quickly tried to hold her back, but Feng Yu Die ignored him, sidestepping and continuing on her way.
However, at this very moment, Feng Yu Die suddenly saw a familiar face appear ahead. Ye Anping, now wearing his Xuan Xing Sect uniform, walked expressionlessly towards her and stopped.
“Hmph.”
“…”
Feng Yu Die blinked, looked at the Jiang Mansion across the street, then at Ye Anping, and a furrow appeared between her eyebrows.
She couldn’t understand why Ye Anping was here.
Logically speaking, if Junior Sister was the Mistress inside the Jiang Mansion, Ye Anping should be there pretending to be Jiang Yu.
In reality, after Junior Sister rushed out, Ye Anping immediately went back to his bedroom, changed his clothes, and slipped out from the back.
He planned to handle Jiang Yu’s matter as a Xuan Xing Sect Disciple.
If he had come forward as the Young Master after Feng Yu Die had injured the Jiang Mansion guards, he would have had to order the guards to beat Jiang Yu severely and then hand him over to Du Chun City’s Ministry of Justice to be tried as a case, all in the name of convincing everyone.
That would have been a difficult situation to resolve.
Ye Anping smiled and cupped his fists.
“Senior Sister Feng, what a coincidence, running into you here.”
“Huh?”
Hearing this voice, Jiang Yu was slightly startled. The voice sounded familiar, like the person who had robbed him. He quickly turned to look, but upon seeing Ye Anping’s Xuan Xing Sect uniform, he immediately dismissed the thought.
Why would a Xuan Xing Sect Disciple rob him?
Feng Yu Die seemed to have finally caught on. Just as she was about to speak, Xiao Tian zipped out from her forehead, pouting, and flew towards Ye Anping with open arms.
“Young Master Ye!! Did you miss me?”
