Chapter 232: Jiang Ye

This woman actually dared to follow me.

Jiang Ye’s eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing through them.

After hearing Zheng Feng’s account, this newly elevated Jiang Zhenchuan is truly no ordinary person.

His skin is thick, his heart is cruel, his methods are ruthless—he has it all.

Zheng Feng looked up, instantly masking his earlier sorrow; his reddened eyes once again spilled uncontrollable fury.

He clenched his teeth, his aura instantly turning scorching; the suppressed fire-element true qi surged wildly through his meridians, as if ready to burst from his body at any moment.

He turned to leave.

Merely seeing this face had pushed him to the edge of losing control.

“Zheng Feng!”

Jiang Chuxue walked slowly up behind him, her sharp, beautiful face curling into a cold sneer, her tone dripping with condescending mockery:

“The way you slinked away was truly pitiful.”

“Can you please let me respect you just once!”

Zheng Feng’s steps froze abruptly, his body as if nailed to the spot by an invisible sword.

He turned back, his eyes blazing red as he stared at the woman who was both familiar and alien, his voice hoarse and icy, each word forced painfully through his gritted teeth: “At this point, what is there left for us to say?!”

Jiang Chuxue’s eyes flickered with venomous hatred as she coldly said:

“Do you know how much slander I and Zheng Lin endured because you slunk away from Linzhou back then?!”

Zheng Feng nearly laughed in disbelief, his laugh filled with absurdity: “Slander? Weren’t they all true?!”

The Zheng family is one of the five great clans of Linzhou; every move they make is watched closely.

The scandal of “Zheng Family’s Eldest Son Kidnapping His Cousin’s Fiancée” shook the entire city and spread across half of it.

Zheng Feng was, in fact, the greatest victim of that rumor.

Yet the rumor was his mother’s truth!

During that time, he endured countless humiliations.

But now...

In Jiang Chuxue’s mouth, she and Zheng Lin—the adulterous pair—had become the victims?!

They were the ones who shamelessly committed such disgraceful acts, yet now they blamed him for tarnishing their reputation.

“Jiang Chuxue... I’ve never met anyone as shamelessly audacious as you!!!”

Zheng Feng’s hoarse voice trembled violently with rage, his chest heaving, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

He had suffered too much from being too well-bred.

Even in his most furious state, he couldn’t spit out any curses.

Jiang Chuxue paid no heed to his fury, only sneering coldly:

“Shameless? That’s just the powerless ranting against the strong.”

“If you had the ability, why didn’t you stay back then and fight?”

“If you had the ability, why are you still in this pitiful state today?”

She slowly pulled a bright red wedding invitation from her sleeve and extended it toward Zheng Feng, her stern face wearing the calm smile of a victor:

“You’ve returned at the perfect time.”

“Three months from now will be my wedding day with Zheng Lin!”

“You must be sure to come.”

Zheng Feng stared fixedly at the glaring crimson invitation; his inner rage exploded like ignited gunpowder.

He stood motionless, his cheek muscles twitching violently, his bloodshot eyes seeming ready to bleed.

He was completely red-hot.

Whore and dog, destined to be together forever.

He cursed over and over in his mind, feeling that staying here even one more breath would make him explode.

“Do you think I’ll go?!”

He roared these words, then turned to leave.

He knew full well the malicious intent behind this woman.

She was ruthless in her methods, yet obsessed with her reputation.

Inviting him to the wedding was nothing but a scheme to stage a “former fiancé, forgiving past grievances, comes to offer congratulations” performance before all the guests, to quell the scandal that had once rocked the city.

He would never play along with her game!

Besides, attending the wedding of these adulterers would be like pouring salt into his still-unhealed wounds.

Jiang Chuxue didn’t chase him; she stood where she was, her sharp, cruel face twisting into a cold sneer, her tone calm and unhurried:

“I’m not asking for your opinion!”

“I’m informing you!”

“You have no right to refuse!”

As she spoke, she glanced at Jiang Ye, who had remained silent beside her:

“If you simply show up for the wedding, I’ll let this old fool off the hook for daring to offend me in the Forge Hall.”

“And your Tianqing Sect—getting invited to the Upper Sect is already a stroke of luck.”

“Whether you can stay on Tianyun Peak, I can’t guarantee.”

“But making you unable to stay? That’s easy.”

“Understood?!”

With that, she flung the crimson invitation onto the ground before Zheng Feng; the bright red card flipped twice midair and landed with a sharp slap on the blue stone floor at his feet, like a loud slap across the face.

She didn’t look back at Zheng Feng once, turning away without hesitation; her sharp footsteps echoed along the mountain path, each step radiating an air of unquestionable arrogance.

Jiang Ye watched the woman’s rounded, firm buttocks sway as she walked away, his aged eyes flickering with an unreadable mix of amusement and coldness.

Such shamelessly audacious, yet fiercely spirited woman—he had never encountered one before.

“Golden Spirit Body...”

He murmured softly, glancing down at the glaring wedding invitation on the ground, then at Zheng Feng, trembling with rage beside him.

He sighed inwardly.

No matter what, he had to help Zheng Feng get revenge.

As for how...

Hmm.

Old Jiang already had a bold idea.

“This woman... bastard!!!”

Zheng Feng’s eyes blazed red as he stared at the crimson invitation on the ground; the urge inside him nearly shattered his reason.

He wanted nothing more than to crush the invitation under his foot.

But then he thought of the dozens of fellow disciples on Tianyun Peak...

He clenched his teeth again.

This woman, though cruel, was truly extraordinary.

At his age, she had already risen to the rank of Upper Sect Zhenchuan, holding immense influence.

If she truly turned her full power against Tianqing Sect, with her current status, she might very well make their life on Tianyun Peak unbearable.

He simply couldn’t risk everyone’s future.

At that moment,

a withered hand reached out from the side and calmly picked up the wedding invitation from the ground.

Zheng Feng snapped his head up.

Jiang Ye was turning the crimson invitation over, examining it, a faint smile on his aged face:

“Zheng Zhenchuan, evil people are always punished by heaven.”

“The wedding three months from now might just be quite the spectacle.”