Chapter 67: My specialty is revenge—turning you into a steamed bun

The blue lightning resembled a ferocious flood dragon,

howling as it surged toward Ye Ruyan.

Its speed was more than twice as swift as when it fell earlier!

One second earlier, Ye Ruyan had silently rejoiced at having evaded disaster, even a hint of smugness appearing on their face.

But in the very next instant,

Ye Ruyan suddenly felt a strong tingling numbness spread through the whole body.

Before they could react,

only a booming 'Boom—' thundered,

the palm‑held thunder struck Ye Ruyan solidly.

Ye Ruyan's hair, once as smooth and shining as a waterfall,

now split into a chaotic, exploding‑head style like a pot in a blast,

the previously neat strands fluttered everywhere,

making a mess of the appearance.

Even the long dress on Ye Ruyan, white as snow, could not escape,

torn to ragged shreds by the fierce assault,

and their body itself was scorched black,

like a lump of charcoal just taken from a fire pit,

entirely jet‑black, unbearable to look at.

At that moment, Ye Ruyan struggled to open their mouth,

trying to say something, but as they opened it,

a thick black smoke spewed out from the mouth,

followed immediately by a muffled 'Thump—',

Ye Ruyan fell straight onto the ground,

and gave no further response.

Seeing this, Ye Xiuxiu standing nearby let the corner of their mouth lift slightly,

a barely perceptible cold smile appearing on their face,

then a heavy snort echoed from their nostrils: "Hmph!"

Next, in a voice only they could hear, they softly uttered two words,

"Deserved it!"

Meanwhile, Bai Qingxia, who had been watching from the side, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

In truth, she knew well that Ye Ruyan was not in mortal danger,

but seeing the opponent suffer such a severe blow,

she still laughed a bit unscrupulously.

Recalling the previous incident and looking at the present,

truly made one feel vindicated.

"Ruyan, are you okay?"

Though secretly delighted inside,

Bai Qingxia still pretended concern outwardly and shouted loudly,

"Oh dear, I gave it my all! Who made the pressure you applied just now so great!"

Ye Xiuxiu said hypocritically,

while rushing toward the fallen Ye Ruyan.

As they were about to get close to Ye Ruyan,

they suddenly stopped.

Lowered their head to glance at their clean, tidy embroidered shoes,

seeming to recall something, brow slightly furrowed. After a moment of hesitation,

they turned and ran to a corner to fetch a filthy rag,

carefully placing it between their hand and Ye Ruyan's body,

then pretended to be about to embrace the other.

"Ruyan, I truly am sorry! If... if you were to meet an untimely end,"

"I really wouldn't know how to explain it to Second Mother and Father!"

Although Ye Xiuxiu said that, a cunning glint flashed in their eyes.

Ye Xiuxiu stood there,

tears streaming down like a flood breaching a dam,

crying in a gut‑wrenching, mournful wail.

In the eyes of onlookers,

the scene was the ultimate embodiment of sisterly affection,

moving everyone to the core.

"Mother, Ruyan sister must not have already died, right?"

Ye Xiuxiu, face streaked with tears, urgently asked Bai Qingxia,

voice trembling,

It felt as if she would faint in the next second.

For this day, Ye Xiuxiu had prepared for a long time,

And at this moment, Bai Qingxia,

had a seemingly kind and amiable smile on her face,

but the words that came from her mouth revealed extreme anxiety and urgency:

"Not yet, Xiuxiu,"

"Quickly try to see if you can wake Ruyan."

Hearing this, Ye Xiuxiu hurriedly nodded and replied, "Okay!"

Immediately after, she swiftly extended her fair, tender palms,

and gently placed them on Ruyan's bloodless cheeks.

Then she carefully lifted her hands and slowly lowered them;

After repeating this several times,

suddenly, a crisp "slap" sound was heard,

like a thunderclap out of nowhere, breaking the previous silence,

it turned out Ye Xiuxiu had forcefully slapped Ruyan's face.

"Ruyan!"

With that shout came another "slap,"

this slap was a bit louder than the previous one.

Thus, Ye Xiuxiu kept calling Ruyan's name nonstop,

while mercilessly waving her palms,

striking Ruyan's left cheek one after another.

"Slap!"

"Ruyan!"

"Slap!"

"Ruyan!"

"Slap!"

"Ruyan, wake up already, Ruyan!"

……

Accompanied by these crisp slaps and Ye Xiuxiu's near-hysterical shouts,

Ruyan's originally pretty and cute face began to swell,

especially the left cheek,

swelling to resemble a huge steamed bun,

forming a stark contrast with her unharmed right side.

Finally, after a fierce barrage of strikes,

Ye Xiuxiu was panting, drenched in sweat,

and her movements gradually slowed,

until they stopped completely.

At this point she was utterly exhausted,

she had no strength left to keep swinging her fists.

Moreover, if she continued like this,

Ruyan would likely lose her life.

"Mother, what should we do now?"

Ye Xiuxiu looked at Bai Qingxia, her eyes full of confusion.

After all, she knew nothing about treating wounds!

Bai Qingxia said, "Xiuxiu, you can try using the spiritual energy you cultivate to help heal her wounds."

"If your cultivation technique is stronger, it will easily help her heal."

She then added,

"If this method doesn't work, I'll teach you something else."

She thought simply,

taking this opportunity, she could use Ruyan as a test subject for Xiuxiu to practice on.

Hearing her mother's suggestion, Ye Xiuxiu nodded, then took a deep breath,

focused her mind to mobilize the spiritual energy of the Hongmeng Creation Scripture within her body,

and carefully guided it to flow into Ruyan's body.

However, at the very moment these spiritual energies entered Ruyan's body,

something unexpected happened,

we saw the previously calm spiritual energy within Ruyan's body suddenly awaken,

becoming unusually active.

They surged like a raging tide,

rushing quickly to converge with the spiritual energy Xiuxiu was inputting,

the scene was as if subjects were devoutly paying homage to their king,

It was as though a long-lost maiden had finally reunited with her birth mother, so warm and fervent.

This wondrous phenomenon left Ye Xiuxiu feeling utterly astonished,

She couldn't help but widen her eyes,

This Hongmeng Creation Scripture is actually this powerful?

A thought suddenly arose in her mind,

Could it be that the Hongmeng Creation Scripture is the source of all cultivation techniques?

(End of chapter)