Chapter 137

That odor seeped out from beneath her, mixing with the burnt smell and the scent of blood in the air, forming a nauseating, strange stench.

"..."

Faced with such a sudden scene, the originally noisy Feng family members were struck as if by lightning, all of them freezing in place.

What kind of situation is this?!

The current mistress of the Feng family, a figure who commanded the wind and rain in the prefecture's social circles, Zhu Ling, who had always shown only arrogance and composure on that beautiful face, had actually been scared into wetting herself just by being looked at...

Silence!

A deathly silence.

Within the large residence courtyard, time itself seemed to have stalled at this moment.

Some turned their heads away, unable to bear watching any longer...

Some covered their noses and quietly retreated a few steps...

The servants, maids, and guards of the residence widened their eyes, their faces full of disbelief.

Zhu Ling, who had once been high and mighty, ordering them around, was now sprawled on the ground so miserably, like a mother beast whose claws and teeth had been pulled, so utterly wretched.

Jiang Ye frowned slightly, a flash of disgust appearing in his aged eyes.

Lü Ming stared blankly at the scene before him, his small eyes filled with nothing but infinite worship for Jiang Ye, aside from the shock.

He recalled the scene of his visit not long ago...

At that time, Zhu Ling, relying on Zhang Kui's backing, hadn't even looked at him properly; how arrogant her demeanor had been.

As a result, after Elder Jiang arrived...

In just this short amount of time.

Zhang Kui was already lying at the bottom of the pit, burned beyond recognition, and would stop breathing at any moment.

Zhu Ling, this prefecture city noblewoman who looked at people with her nostrils in the air...

Was even more wretched than this, scared into wetting herself by a single glance.

"Elder Jiang... are you a god..."

Lü Ming looked at Jiang Ye's figure with red-rimmed eyes, this thought suddenly popping into his mind.

"Hah... hah..."

Zhu Ling sat slumped on the ground, gasping for air, and only after a long while did she belatedly smell that embarrassing, strange odor.

At the same time, she realized what an unbearable thing she had done.

In an instant.

Her fair skin was stained with a layer of crimson from shame and anger, from her neck to her cheeks, from her arms to her fingertips, even her exposed ankles turning completely red.

Especially the gazes of the people around her...

Those servants, those maids, those guards, those lowly people she wouldn't even look at properly on a normal day.

How dare they look at her with those kinds of eyes.

In those eyes, there was shock, pity, disdain, and a trace of indescribable... schadenfreude?

How dare they!!!

An indescribable anger and shame surged in her heart, like a volcanic eruption, almost drowning her.

She was almost about to faint from the shame and anger rising in her heart, her vision going black, her ears buzzing.

She struggled, wanting to stand up, wanting to escape, wanting to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

But her legs were as soft as two noodles, unable to exert any strength at all.

The next instant.

A withered, thin palm grabbed directly onto her head, five fingers like hooks, and like grabbing a small chicken, lifted her entire body up.

Her gaze met Jiang Ye's indifferent eyes exactly.

Zhu Ling trembled all over, that beautiful face twisted by fear, a short whimper escaping her throat.

Seeing this scene, the hearts of the surrounding Feng family members trembled, and not one dared to step forward.

They had just learned the general course of events from the guards.

The massive deep pit in the courtyard had been blasted out by this Elder Jiang with a single palm...

And the person lying at the bottom of the pit was actually the Thick Earth Peak's "Mountain-Shaking Hand," Elder Zhang Kui...

If Elder Jiang dared to deal such a heavy hand to a fellow sect Elder, let alone them.

In this current situation, unless that Divine Qi Realm clan elder took action, no one in the Feng residence could stop this Elder Jiang at all.

However, the Feng family members all knew clearly that the Divine Qi Realm clan elder's blood energy was failing, and he was approaching his limit.

Whether he could even come out was uncertain.

"El... Elder Jiang..."

Zhu Ling was shaking all over, her voice trembling so badly it was unrecognizable, even her teeth chattering: "I... there might be a small misunderstanding between us..."

Jiang Ye grabbed Zhu Ling's head with one hand and said indifferently: "Where is Chen."

"She... she..."

Zhu Ling only felt her head in Jiang Ye's palm, ready to be crushed at any moment; excessive fear made her voice unable to form a complete sentence.

She could only cast a desperate gaze toward the steward who was stunned to the side.

"I know... I know where Miss Chen is..."

The steward's heart trembled, he instantly regained his senses, and scrambled toward the secret chamber.

Not long after, the steward brought over Chen Lili, whose face was somewhat pale.

Chen Lili looked at the destroyed garden before her, a flash of shock first crossing her face, but when her eyes saw Jiang Ye, her eye sockets instantly turned red.

"El... Elder Jiang!!!"

Although the steward's kneeling and bowing appearance when he came to the secret chamber had already given her some faint guesses.

However, when she saw with her own eyes the scene of Jiang Ye grabbing Zhu Ling with one hand, her heart still couldn't help but tremble, and something seemed to melt away faintly.

She knew it.

Elder Jiang would definitely come to save her...

And this scene before her, of Jiang Ye grabbing Zhu Ling with one hand and no one around daring to step forward, was deeply branded in her mind like a mark.

She ran toward Jiang Ye as if flying, tears glistening in her eyes.

If Jiang Ye weren't holding Zhu Ling, she would definitely have hugged him tightly.

Even so, she couldn't suppress the excitement in her heart, grabbing Jiang Ye's other arm, tears pouring from her eyes and soaking Jiang Ye's clothes.

A barely audible sob escaped her throat, light and thin, yet carrying all the grievances and gratitude she had accumulated: "Elder Jiang, thank you..."

Jiang Ye looked at Chen Lili calmly, looking at her pale face, looking at the bright red slap mark on her cheek, which had already turned somewhat blue, showing the severity of the blow.

His gaze condensed slightly, and he asked softly: "Who hit you."

Hearing this, Zhu Ling, who was grabbed by Jiang Ye with one hand, began to convulse as if electrocuted.

If she had been scared into wetting herself before...

Now, she was truly about to be scared into shitting herself.

Chen Lili suddenly raised her head, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and her red, swollen eyes were filled with cold hatred.

She stared fixedly at Zhu Ling, gritting her teeth: "It was her!"

Jiang Ye casually threw Zhu Ling in front of Chen Lili and said indifferently: "Pay it back."

"Ch... Chen... Auntie Zhu was wrong..."

Zhu Ling hadn't even stood steady yet.

Chen Lili had already made her move, her fair, slender palm raised suddenly, like a drawn blade, carving a sharp arc through the air.

This slap of hers was much fiercer than Lü Ming's, directly carrying force, the palm wind whistling and snapping the air with a "crack."

Slap—!!!

A crisp sound that made one's teeth ache exploded in the silent courtyard.

Zhu Ling's plump body was directly sent flying through the air by this immense force, her feet leaving the ground, spinning in the air, and then falling heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

On her cheek, the "crack" of shattering bone was clearly audible, that half of her face instantly caving in, skin and flesh rolling back, fresh blood seeping from the cracks in the shattered bone, staining half her face red.

Her eyes rolled back, a vague scream coming from her mouth, followed by silent convulsions, and she fainted dead away.

After this slap was finished.

Chen Lili slowly withdrew her hand, Zhu Ling's blood still staining her fair palm.

Her chest heaved violently, she gasped for air, and from head to toe, she felt only one thing.

Satisfying!

At the same time, an incredibly absurd thought flashed through her mind—I wonder if doing that would be this satisfying...

As soon as this thought popped up, she was startled herself, her earlobes instantly turning bright red.

Sometimes, she even admired herself; at a time like this, she could actually have such thoughts in her head.

She quickly shook her head, shaking that absurd thought out of her mind, her gaze falling on the bloody, mangled figure on the ground, yet there was not a shred of pity in her heart.

Immediately after, she suddenly remembered something, her expression changing slightly, and she walked quickly to Jiang Ye's side, lowering her voice, her tone carrying a hint of urgency:

"Elder Jiang, let's go quickly, Thick Earth Peak's Zhang Kui..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lü Ming to the side coughed lightly, his eyes glancing toward the deep pit nearby, and he said softly:

"Senior Sister Chen, the one lying at the bottom of that pit is Zhang Kui."