Chapter 917: Yun Zhonghe

Wu Qiong's body flew backward, like a torn Cloth Doll, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, scattering it across the ground.

If not for the overly glaring bright red color, they would even suspect they were hallucinating.

How could that be possible?

How did Ye Qingran manage to use Spirit Jade Power to turn the tables on him?

She's just a newly arrived Sweeping Maid!

She couldn't possibly possess Spirit Jade Power!

"Cough..."

Wu Qiong, lying on the ground, let out a cough, pulling everyone's thoughts back.

Wu Qiong's injury wasn't serious, but even so, it was still shocking.

"Vile wretch, what sorcery did you actually use?"

Wu Qiong swore profusely, his heart filled with shame and rage.

It must be because Ye Qingran used sorcery; otherwise, how could she keep suppressing him?

"Who are you calling a vile wretch?"

"Calling you a vile wretch!"

"You kid are quite honest." Ye Qingran smiled faintly.

"You!" Wu Qiong, reacting, had a face as black as a pot bottom.

Wu Qiong said nothing more, lowered his stance, and struck again.

As for the result…

Naturally, he got beaten!

Afterward, everyone saw a figure flying back and forth in the sky, dazzling to the eyes.

Ye Qingran didn't strike hard, but the effect was quite good.

Anyway, this state lasted a while, and the disciples of the academy below all had their jaws drop, unable to close their mouths for a long time.

"This is... too violent, right?"

A disciple voiced such a sentiment.

Xiaohu Xiaocheng fell into deep thought upon hearing that.

"Sigh, Mother ultimately couldn't control herself!"

"Forget it, if Mother loses her job, we'll support her."

……

After Ye Qingran had her fun beating him, she returned and saw her two sons, slightly startled.

She seemed to have lost control.

"Xiao Chen Xiao Hu, Mother..."

"Mother, it's fine; if you get fired, we can still find other work."

Ye Qingran: ".........."

At this moment, Wu Qiong lay on the ground, twitching slightly.

If Wu Qiong before was a handsome young man, now he resembles a pig with a bruised nose and swollen face.

How miserable is that?

"Senior Brother!"

Yang Jiaomi knelt beside Wu Qiong, at a loss, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Her original intention in seeking Wu Qiong was to deal with Ye Qingran, but she failed to achieve her goal and even implicated Wu Qiong.

Will Wu Qiong bear a grudge against her in the future? Just thinking of that possibility filled her heart with panic, and she hurriedly said:

"Senior Brother, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

Wu Qiong was covered in injuries, but his consciousness was clear. He glanced weakly at Yang Jiaomi, shook his head slightly, "I don't blame you, I won't... let her off..." Having said that, he fainted.

A flicker of excitement crossed Yang Jiaomi's eyes.

It would be best if Wu Qiong didn't hold a grudge against her! Just now she was truly frightened to death.

Wu Qiong said he wouldn't let Ye Qingran off; if the White Tiger Palace Master found out, he would definitely not let her off!

The matter of Ye Qingran beating Wu Qiong into a pig's head spread instantly; soon the entire Wànlíng Xuégōng knew that the new Sweeping Maid in the Library was very violent and not to be provoked.

Speaking of which, after Ye Qingran finished beating Wu Qiong, feeling good, she took her sons out of the academy for a stroll.

In Wànlíng Chéng, it was bustling and prosperous.

On the bustling main street, a certain figure stood out especially, drawing many glances.

In Wànlíng Chéng, there were plenty of outstanding youths, many excellent men. Yet this man's back still attracted many gazes.

He wore ordinary clothes, was very tall; his black attire outlined his sturdy, perfect physique, exuding masculine charm that countless women—and even men—couldn't take their eyes off.

This person was none other than Yun Zhonghe, Ye Qingran's maternal great-uncle, the unfilial son spoken of by Yun Batian.

Yun Zhonghe's presence in Wànlíng Chéng was entirely because the person he liked, taking advantage of his inattention, fled from the Purple Summit Elixir Sect; he went to great lengths to learn that she was now in Wànlíng Chéng.

Yun Zhonghe wore a mask to conceal his face. He wore it not because he was too handsome, but because that person said they didn't want others to see his appearance, so he got a mask and put it on.

At that moment, a figure caught Yun Zhonghe's attention, a glint flashing in his eyes.

"Badao?"

Badao is the name of the person he likes.

He shouted, flashed his form, and chased after that silhouette.

The moment he grabbed that person's arm, he realized he had mistaken the person.

As expected, the person who turned around was a man whose appearance was hard to describe.

Calling him a man is a bit of a stretch, since he wears heavy makeup yet sports a full beard.

Yun Zhonghe froze for a moment, not knowing how to react. The man whose arm he had grabbed, who had been somewhat displeased and had curses ready on his lips, turned his head—only to find it was a man with a superb physique and even half his face exceptionally handsome!

Then, a strange light flickered in the man's eyes.

"Young master, why are you pulling me? If you want me, just take me!"

His fake, effeminate voice and affected manner drew strange looks from many passersby.

"This guy looks like a respectable man, yet I never expected him to have such a fetish!"

"Tsk, tsk, I've learned something new!"

Yun Zhonghe then came to his senses, suppressed his disappointment, and with an apologetic expression said, "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

"It's fine, I'm willing!"

"What?"

Yun Zhonghe looked bewildered.

"Xiaohu Xiaocheng, if you guys develop this fetish, stop calling me 'mother'!"

A clear, melodious voice came from not far away from Yun Zhonghe.

Yun Zhonghe's spine stiffened.

This voice, without a doubt, belonged to Ye Qingran.

She had brought the child out to play, never expecting to witness this scene, and involuntarily shook her head in disgust.

Although she occasionally indulges in fujoshi tendencies, she says she somewhat cannot accept this combination!

Xiaohu Xiaocheng looked blank, obviously not understanding.

"No, you've misunderstood..."

For some reason, Yun Zhonghe found himself involuntarily explaining a sentence.

He turned his head, and then froze.