Chapter 113: Junior sister, where is my husband?
The front yard of the Jiang Mansion echoed with continuous wailing. Armed with long sticks, seven or eight middle-aged guards from the Jiang Mansion surrounded Feng Yudie. Nearby, a few young guards were rolling on the ground, laughing heartily.
Most of these guards had cultivation levels around the first or second stage of Qi refining, with some still in the physical training stage. They could handle street thugs, but their abilities fell short when faced with a slightly tougher opponent.
“Shout!” A seven-foot-long stick swung through the air, aiming directly for Feng Yudie’s head.
Despite the seemingly formidable attack, Feng Yudie only glanced at it and sidestepped, using her right knee to strike the guard’s abdomen. The guard transformed into a flying stone, hitting the courtyard tiles and coming to a halt only after colliding with the nearby steps.
“Stop! I’m not..,” Feng Yudie quickly spoke up to intervene, but another guard wielding a stick rushed forward before she could finish.
Helplessly, she raised the sheath in her right hand to block the attack, then kicked the guard away.
However, while Feng Yudie seemed adept at handling the situation, Jiang Yu, confronting three guards not far away, wasn’t faring as well. He was now lying on the ground, covering his head, with his nose bruised and face swollen. Three guards surrounded him, vigorously kicking his back and cursing.
“Oh! Ouch! Senior! Senior!! Save me~~ Ouch!” Jiang Yu cried out, reaching towards Feng Yudie for help.
Feng Yudie wore an expression of utter disbelief, kicking away more guards as she hurried towards Jiang Yu. She intended to drive out the three guards surrounding him. However, an unexpected sensation jolted her back as she took a couple of steps.
“Huh? Is there hostility?” Feng Yudie instinctively turned her body, but her waterfall of silver hair obstructed her view.
Swish—
The three-foot green peak pierced her hair, nearly brushing against her eyes. Feng Yudie’s eyes followed the sword’s movement, and then she witnessed the sword splitting into two less than three inches from her eyes—one shadow stabbing and the other swinging horizontally.
Holding her breath, she quickly tilted her head to avoid the attack. The split sword shadows continued, with one shadow stabbing and the other swinging horizontally.
Unable to dodge, Feng Yudie raised the sheath in her hand, gripping it against the cross-section of the sword’s path.
Ding—
Feng Yudie’s silver hair, which had been floating, now hung down. She finally saw the person wielding the sword.
“P… Pei!!”
When she saw Pei Lianxue’s face, Feng Yudie’s eyes instantly lit up. However, before she could utter the words “Junior Sister,” she received a powerful knee strike to her abdomen.
“Ugh—!”
Pei Lianxue’s right knee sank into Feng Yudie’s belly, sending her feet airborne. But it didn’t end there. Pei Lianxue swiftly applied inch-force techniques, adding an extra five points of force to her attack.
Boom—
The airwaves blew away the dust around her feet.
Feng Yudie transformed into a white ball, flying backward with its back to Jiang Mansion. It rolled several times at the entrance of Jiang Mansion, finally hitting the wall across the street and stopping. Before she could recover and stand up, Jiang Yu was picked up by two guards and thrown out of the mansion’s door.
Snap—
Pei Lianxue personally closed the double doors of Jiang Mansion and fastened the bolts. Then she turned to face the guards and frowned, “Don’t let them in! Especially the one with white hair! Do you understand?”
This was the first time these guards saw Madam’s serious expression, and they all nodded vigorously, “Ah… Yes, ma’am, we will never let them in.”
Pei Lianxue nodded and put the spirit sword in her hand back into the storage bag. She then turned and hurried back to the main hall.
However, when she returned to the main hall, intending to inform Ye Anping to “kick them all out,” she found that Ye Anping was not there. Only Liang Zhu sat on a chair with a speechless expression, drinking tea. Pei Lianxue looked around for a while and then approached Liang Zhu, asking, “Where is my husband?”
“I saw him heading towards the backyard,” Liang Zhu replied.
“The backyard?”
“Yeah, the backyard.”
“Oh… Thank you.”
Pei Lianxue nodded and quickly walked from the side door of the main hall toward the backyard. Meanwhile, at the same time, opposite the gate of Jiang Mansion.
Feng Yudie slumped on the ground stupidly, hiccupping from time to time. She felt that Junior Sister Pei’s knee bump had disturbed her, though it was pretty enjoyable. Now, it was somewhat uncomfortable. After waiting a while, she looked at Jiang Yu, who was now bruised and swollen. In her eyes, there was an inexplicable trace of resentment.
Feng Yudie didn’t want to fight with the guards of Jiang Mansion, and thanks to this guy, she just pushed the guards away without saying a word, forced her way in, and shouted, “Hurry up and get those two dogs out of the way.” Men and women are called out to die!!
Naturally, the guards from the Jiang Mansion gathered around him. Feng Yudie wanted to break up the fight, but every time she tried, Jiang Yu would curse back, and the guards, without hesitation, would attack her with wooden sticks.
Realizing that reasoning was futile, Feng Yudie couldn’t help but curse, “Are you stupid?!”
“Ah?” Jiang Yu looked confused, covering his swollen face, “Why is it so swollen?”
Feng Yudie rolled her eyes at him, “Can’t you be polite first? After we see the fake young master, will you scold him again? Are you facing a group of guards? Are you afraid that they won’t beat you up?”
“Ah… But… It’s obvious that I am the real Jiang Yu.”
“… …”
Feng Yudie recalled the situation. Since it was confirmed that it was indeed Junior Sister Pei, there was no need for her to accompany this Young Master Jiang anymore. She couldn’t get the spirit stone anyway.
“You can find another job. I won’t accompany you anymore.”
Feng Yudie stood up, patted her skirt, turned around, and walked out, planning to circle around before returning to Jiang Mansion to find Junior Sister Pei.
“Ah? Senior! Wait… Didn’t we agree?”
Jiang Yu hastily tried to stop her, but Feng Yudie ignored him and continued walking away. However, at this moment, Feng Yudie suddenly saw a familiar face in front of her—Ye Anping, who now wore his Xuanxing Sect uniform, approached her expressionlessly and stopped.
“Uh-huh.”
“…”
Feng Yudie was slightly stunned, turning her head to glance at Jiang Mansion across the street. Looking back at Ye Anping, she saw three wrinkles on her forehead. She couldn’t figure out why Ye Anping was there. Logically, Junior Sister Pei was the wife of Jiang Mansion, and Ye Anping should be pretending to be Jiang Yu inside the mansion.
In fact, after Junior Sister rushed out, Ye Anping immediately returned to the bedroom, changed his clothes, and then sneaked out from the backyard. He intended to use his identity as a disciple of the Xuanxing Sect to handle Jiang Yu’s affairs.
Feng Yudie had just injured the guards from Jiang Mansion. If Ye Anping, in the identity of the young master, intervened, he would have to let the guards beat Jiang Yu with sticks and then throw him into the Crime Department in Du Chen City as a case.
Ye Anping smiled, cupped his hands, and said, “Senior Sister Feng, what a coincidence, we met here.”
“Um?”
Hearing this voice, Jiang Yu was slightly stunned. He felt that the voice sounded a bit like the person who robbed him. He quickly turned his head to look but rejected the idea when he saw Ye Anping in the Xuanxing Sect uniform.
How could a disciple of Xuanxing Sect rob him?
Feng Yudie seemed to react finally, but Xiao Tian flew out of her head with a whoosh before she could speak. Pouting, it opened its hands and flew towards Ye Anping.
“Ye kid!! Do you think I don’t have one?”
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