Feng Luan searched the black market but found no spirit weapon capable of concealing her cultivation, so she returned.
She had just entered the Feng Residence.
“Stop!”
Feng Luan did not stop walking.
“I’m talking to you, good-for-nothing! This miss is speaking to you! Are you deaf?”
A haughty and overbearing young girl’s voice rang out from behind Feng Luan. Furrowing her brows, she slowly turned around.
The speaker was a young girl dressed in a pink gown, about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her childish face had yet to fully mature, and her features bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Feng Xiaoxiao. Compared with Feng Xiaoxiao’s cold and aloof beauty, this girl appeared even more spoiled.
A Qingyi maidservant and more than a dozen guards stood behind her. One glance at this display was enough to identify her.
She was Feng Xiaoxiao’s biological younger sister, Feng Qingqing.
She was the pampered darling of the family, raised in her parents’ affection and indulgence from childhood. Her so-called aunt had joined the Feng Family just as Feng Qingqing was born. From the time Feng Qingqing could remember, the Feng Family had been her family, while the original host was merely a burden.
Thus, she tormented the original host in every way imaginable.
For example, she had accused the original host of theft in the middle of the street, beaten her viciously under the Feng Family’s name, and afterward forced the battered original host to jump into a pond in the dead of winter to retrieve lotus flowers for her.
Where could lotus flowers come from in the dead of winter?
It was nothing more than deliberate harassment.
“Good-for-nothing, I’m talking to you! How dare you not kneel while answering me! Bi Yan, hold her down. This miss will teach her a lesson personally.”
Feng Qingqing’s childish face carried a contemptuous smile. Today, she had originally gone out with the crown prince and her elder sister. She had admired the crown prince since childhood, but his eyes held only Feng Xiaoxiao.
Accustomed to getting whatever she wanted, she had never been made to suffer such a grievance by anyone except Feng Xiaoxiao, who could suppress her.
Since she would only be an outsider if she stayed there, she had run back without a second thought—and happened to encounter this good-for-nothing.
Naturally, she intended to vent all the resentment in her heart.
She ordered the maidservant behind her to step forward and seize Feng Luan.
Feng Luan stood motionless, her red garments blazing like fire. Holding a veiled hat in her hand, she revealed her peerless face. Her long, narrow phoenix eyes calmly fixed on Feng Qingqing, while a languid smile curved her lips.
It seemed she would have to teach Feng Qingqing a lesson on behalf of the original host.
Bi Yan appeared quiet and gentle, but she was actually extremely vicious. Every method used to torment the original host had been suggested to Feng Qingqing by her, and over the years, some of the wounds on the original host’s body had been inflicted by her as well.
“Eldest miss, it would be best for you to stand obediently and not move. Otherwise, Bi Yan may hurt you with her careless hands.”
Feng Luan sneered. “Hurt me? Just because you’re Feng Qingqing’s dog?”
Bi Yan’s brows drew tightly together. Today, Feng Luan felt somewhat different to her. In the past, Feng Luan would have already been terrified, yet today she was actually provoking her. Bi Yan carefully scrutinized that face.
It was no different from usual, except that it seemed to carry more confidence?
Confidence?
Then she would personally destroy that confidence.
“Hmph, eldest miss, Bi Yan has already warned you. If you insist on being so obstinate, don’t blame me for being impolite!” Bi Yan sneered and shot forward.
She was a dignified third-rank spirit adept, countless times stronger than the good-for-nothing before her. Why should Feng Luan have been born the Eldest Miss of the Feng Clan?
Feng Luan merely smiled without speaking.
Obstinate?
Was resisting considered obstinacy?
Bi Yan flew toward her, but Feng Luan nimbly evaded her. Raising the veiled hat, she struck Bi Yan across the waist, making her face contort in pain.
Feng Luan raised a brow. “Bi Yan, why are you so careless? Weren’t you coming to capture me? Why did you run into my veiled hat?”
Enduring the pain, Bi Yan turned her head and met Feng Luan’s teasing yet cold gaze. She was instantly enraged.
Feng Qingqing shouted, “Bi Yan, what are you doing? Hurry up and seize this good-for-nothing for me!”
Upon hearing Feng Qingqing’s command, Bi Yan unconsciously increased the force in her hand and struck toward Feng Luan’s vital points.
Feng Luan easily dodged again and drifted backward, her skirt hem fluttering lightly. She raised the veiled hat and seemingly struck the approaching hand gently, but it actually contained the full force of her spiritual power. The sound of breaking bones rang out.
Bi Yan let out a terrible scream. “Aaaaaah—”
Feng Luan chuckled lightly. “What are you doing? You don’t listen to Feng Qingqing anymore? I’m standing right here. Why aren’t you capturing me?”
“Since that’s the case, it’s my turn.”
Bi Yan’s eyes widened. With the bones in her hand broken, the pain left her no time to think. She watched as the red garments transformed into a gust of wind, the figure moving like a phantom with effortless steps as the veiled hat struck toward her.
The first blow landed on her buttocks—
Feng Luan said, “This blow is for twelve-year-old Feng Luan. The last time you tormented her, you struck her with more than a hundred blows. Her entire body was covered in blood, and she nearly died.”
The second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth blows fell together.
Bi Yan was completely unable to defend herself. She was a third-rank spirit adept, yet she was being beaten by a good-for-nothing. Feng Qingqing grew anxious as she watched from the side. Furious, she shouted at the guards behind her, “What are you standing around for? Attack together!”
The guards finally came to their senses and charged forward with their blades raised.
“Feng Luan, you are defying your superiors and showing no understanding of status distinction!”
In the midst of her free time, Feng Luan sneered coldly at Feng Qingqing. “Defying your superiors? Feng Qingqing, you truly are foolish. The Feng Family originally belongs to me, Feng Luan. Yet you Collateral Branches have occupied my Feng Family for years, taking advantage of my youth. And now you’re talking to me about defying your superiors?”
“If no one has taught you to respect your elders and cherish the young, or to honor your elders, then as your elder sister, I will teach you today what status distinction means.”
After Feng Luan finished speaking, the veiled hat in her hand swept toward the guards charging at her. After knocking them down, the black veil fluttered in the wind and flew toward Feng Qingqing, who stood frozen in place.
In a cold voice, she said word by word:
“Remember this: my Feng Family direct lineage holds the highest status, while all of you Collateral Branches can only hold the lowest.”
After she finished speaking, the veiled hat struck Feng Qingqing, sending her flying more than ten meters backward before she finally crashed into a pillar.
“Cough, cough.” Feng Qingqing was still young. In the past, she had always been the one bullying others; this was the first time she had been bullied.
Moreover, Feng Luan moved like a phantom, swift, ruthless, and precise. Feng Qingqing had no time to react at all.
Was this really the same good-for-nothing as before?
Feng Luan slowly landed. Her skirt hem fluttered lightly as she lightly grasped the veiled hat in her hand and looked at the people sprawled across the ground.
These people’s cultivation was not high. The strongest among them was merely Bi Yan, a third-rank spirit adept. Feng Qingqing had always been arrogant and spoiled and disliked cultivation; at fifteen, she had only just reached the third tier.
This group had never experienced true slaughter.
Naturally, they could not defeat Feng Luan, who had just reach the second order.
Whether in strength or technique, Feng Luan had been an outstanding expert in her Past Life. Moreover, she had the enhancement from spiritual power.
If she faced the Feng Family now, her odds of victory were not high.
She did not take Feng Xiaoxiao of the Feng Family seriously. The only thing she was wary of was the person behind the Feng Family.
Back then, the original host’s grandfather had still been alive, yet he passed away when she was two years old. Her parents had also been hunted down by a faction.
Feng Luan believed this was no coincidence.
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