Chapter 909: Phoenix Wood

She, Yang Jiaomi, won't be weaker than that despicable person!

She is a genius of Wànlíng Xuégōng!

Thinking this, Yang Jiaomi grew confident again.

She touched her throat where Ye Qingran had just poked, found nothing unusual, and her face gradually darkened.

"Despicable person, you're doomed!"

Yang Jiaomi let out a coquettish cry and drew her signature whip.

"It's a thorn whip!"

"Who in Wànlíng Chéng doesn't know Yang Jiaomi's thorn whip is superb? To make her bring out the thorn whip, this woman does have some ability!"

"Indeed. But once the thorn whip is unleashed, that woman is surely doomed!"

……

The crowd chattered, gazing at Yang Jiaomi's earth‑yellow whip in her hand, their eyes full of awe.

But looking at this so‑called thorn whip, it is covered all over with barbs, resembling a natural vine.

"Phoenix Wood?"

Ye Qingran lifted her brow and spoke in a light tone.

"I didn't expect you to know Phoenix Wood; you have some insight."

Yang Jiaomi snorted coldly.

Not bad; her thorn whip is made of Phoenix Wood.

Phoenix Wood is one of the Ancestor Phoenix's favorite plants; the phoenix loves it second only to the parasol tree.

Phoenix Wood is extremely rare; its texture is already very tough, and after long exposure to phoenix fire it develops a steel‑hard quality while retaining its flexibility.

Anyone struck by this whip, even a powerful cultivator, will have their skin split and flesh torn, possibly even be decapitated!

"You heard it—my thorn whip is lethal when unleashed. But if you kneel and kowtow to apologize, I might consider sparing your life, stopping after beating you half‑to‑death."

Yang Jiaomi said, not without pride.

She grew more convinced that she had only been touched by Ye Qingran because she had underestimated her.

Ye Qingran didn't injure her just now; perhaps she simply lacked the ability.

"The same words, returned to you."

Ye Qingran spoke lightly.

"Since you seek death, I'll grant it!" Yang Jiaomi shouted angrily and swung her thorn whip at Ye Qingran.

Her face was sinister, her strike fiercely brutal, wishing to tear Ye Qingran to pieces.

The thorn whip swooped, producing a piercing whoosh, incredibly chilling.

"What is she doing, not even dodging?"

"I think she's been scared stupid!"

……

Seeing Ye Qingran stand motionless and not dodge, everyone was shocked, then realized she might have been scared stupid.

Indeed, Yang Jiaomi's thorn whip is notorious for its bloodiness; Ye Qingran might have been scared stupid.

Everyone thought Ye Qingran was doomed, and her children would meet a miserable end as well.

"Trash!" Yang Jiaomi thought the same, the corner of her lips curling in a smug arc, her eyes full of contempt for Ye Qingran.

However, the next second, she froze.

Not just her, everyone present froze!

Because Ye Qingran actually seized the thorn whip as it came at her!

"My heavens!" Everyone's gaze locked.

What kind of hand dares to catch the thorn whip without any protection?

Yang Jiaomi's pupils contracted sharply.

"How is that possible?" she thought, greatly shocked.

She tugged the whip, trying to regain control of the thorn whip, but she failed.

The other end of the thorn whip was gripped by Ye Qingran; no matter how she pulled, it didn't budge an inch.

"Let go!" Yang Jiaomi commanded loudly.

"Is that all?" Ye Qingran scoffed, her words full of contempt for Yang Jiaomi.

Is that all?

"Damn bitch, let go now, or don't blame me for being rude!" Yang Jiaomi threatened through gritted teeth.

"Letting go isn't impossible; how about this: you kneel and apologize to me and my sons, and I'll return the whip?"

"Make me apologize to a worthless scum like you? What are you? You and your bastard son aren't even worthy!" Yang Jiaomi fumed.

"Is that so? Then don't blame me for being rude." Ye Qingran said, and with a thought a spark ignited on the thorn whip, growing stronger and spreading toward Yang Jiaomi's end.

The flames were a dark green; anyone who had been in the Demon God Relic would recognize this as Nether Dark Fire!

"Huh?" Seeing her whip engulfed in flames, Yang Jiaomi first blinked, then showed a disdainful smile.

"Hahaha, fire?" Yang Jiaomi laughed loudly, "Damn bitch, don't you know Phoenix Wood is a divine wood tempered by the true fire of the phoenix? Your petty flame trying to burn my Phoenix Wood is just a dream!"

The crowd, hearing this, all broke out in mocking looks at Ye Qingran.

Phoenix Wood fears nothing more than fire‑roasting; this woman using fire against the thorn whip is clearly using the wrong method.

"Eyes are a good thing, but you're blind!"

"What do you mean?" Yang Jiaomi frowned, looked again, and saw that a section of the thorn whip had already been burned to charcoal!

"How could this be?" Yang Jiaomi finally began to panic.

At this moment, the Nether Dark Fire was about to spread onto Yang Jiaomi's hand.

"Phoenix Wood fears no fire; that's because it has never encountered truly formidable fire!"

"What?"

Yang Jiaomi's heart gave a jolt; at this moment the Nether Dark Fire was less than a foot from her wrist. She gritted her teeth and had no choice but to discard the thorn whip, otherwise the fire would spread onto her body and she would be doomed.

Yang Jiaomi watched helplessly as her prized thorn whip was about to be burned to ashes by the fire, her heart filled with resentment.

But at this moment, Ye Qingran sucked the thorn whip on the ground into her hand, and the fire vanished instantly.

"Mm, even though it's been burned a bit, it's still usable."

"You damned bitch, what are you doing? Who let you touch my thorn whip? My belongings aren't for someone like you to touch!"

Ye Qingran shifted her gaze to Yang Jiaomi, "What am I going to do? Naturally, I'll repay you with your own methods!"

Her tone carried a hint of icy chill, and Yang Jiaomi couldn't help but shudder in her breath.

"How dare you! This is the Wànlíng Xuégōng. What are you? If you dare to do anything to me, I'll make sure you and your child have no place to die."

"Whether I dare or not, you'll find out soon. And you, it's time to shut up."

After Ye Qingran said that, Yang Jiaomi, who had been about to unleash a torrent of curses, found herself unable to speak!

"Ah~" she could only make the sound 'ah ah ah',

Yang Jiaomi was terrified, wondering what had happened to her, why she couldn't speak.