
“At that time, I reacted almost completely reflexively and if it wasn't for Tai Chi that Madam had taught me, I was sure I would have died under the swords of those two men.”
When he thought back to it, he was still a little traumatized in his heart. After all, in his previous days, he had always been protected by his elder sister because he had a weak constitution and was often bedridden due to illness. An incident that happened like that night was completely unimaginable to him before.
But, after that night, a thought formed in his mind with a strong determination.
[He wants to practice cultivation too! Apart from even if he would not be able to compare to his older sister, he would still be cultivating! With that, he would not need people to always protect him, and if something really happened, he might be able to protect them as well.]
Hearing those words, Leng Shuang subconsciously turned to look at her Nyonya, finding everything somewhat incredulous in her mind.
[That practiced Mistress of martial arts was actually able to face the enemy!?]
He always thought that the Madam had practiced it just to train her body and did not think that it would save Little Hua's life.
After hearing what Leng Hua said, Feng Jiu nodded his head and reminded him: “You must rest well and take care of yourself to be healthy again. You don't have to think about anything else.” And he turned around to get out.
Leng Shuang followed right behind him and saw Feng Jiu standing inside the courtyard, she asked: “Mistress, what should we do next?”
“I will travel back there and you will help me keep an eye on things here.”
“Mrs are thinking of going to save Young Master alone?”
Leng Shuang was a bit surprised, as she continued to say anxiously: “They hold a power that even Young Master cannot take and if Madam goes there, isn't that .”
[Give yourself into the arms of the enemy?] He didn't say those words out loud. But from what he could see, even if his Nyonya was extremely proficient in Tai Chi, it would definitely still be no match for the Clan Head of the Family. Moreover, he was only one person and his enemy was the entire family clan.
Even putting aside the difference in their strength, the difference in terms of the number of people alone was already too great, so how could he let his Lady go in search of her own death?
“That's not something you should worry about. You just have to do what I ask and it will be done.”
The air surrounding him was sharp, his demeanor slow, feeling as dangerous as the Dark Lord, mysterious. The aura that he had always suppressed and hidden all along, was released at that moment, an aura that people could not ignore.
He walked out of the courtyard, and swept through the forest of peach trees, his mystic power surging, and with his strange mysterious steps, he moved so quickly like a ghost, leaving not a single trace of his disappearance..
the Xu - Family Underground Room
‘Swoosh! Piak!’
“Ugh!”
The sound of a cracked whip produced a hissing sound as the tip tore through the air, each crack of the whip accompanied by a muffled groan, the, the air was heavily dependent on the thick smell of blood in that dim, damp basement.
On top of the wooden crossbar pole, Guan Xi Lin was whipped, his body was covered in wounds, whips crossed each other, blood flowed along with his sweat, drenching completely the desperate tattered clothes hanging on his body.
Ever since he was captured and brought here, the whip from the whip had not stopped at all. He was so drained and exhausted that he didn't even have the energy to scream in pain, and he felt as if he was detached from his body, so numb that he couldn't feel the pain. He did not even have the strength to raise his head anymore but the person waving the whip did not budge in the slightest as he cursed while continuously whipping.
“Who let you kill me, son!”
“Who let you kill my second brother!”
“Who let you exterminate two of my neighbors!”
“Who let you make yourself an enemy of the Xuku Family!”
The guard standing at the side saw that Guan Xi Lin was already at his last consciousness when his head finally drooped when he fainted and he said in a very careful tone: “Head of Family, ' he said, the man has fainted.”
“Bring me red hot brand iron! Burn him up!”