6 – Saved the Trashy Ex-Husband
Fourth Master: ”I never expected your biological father to be Luo Jinpeng of the Luo Corporation. The Luo family is a prestigious clan with a century of history—if you go back to investigate them, it won’t be easy.”
First Master: “Xingchen, what do you plan to do?”
“Originally, this disciple planned to stay on the mountain with you Masters for the rest of my life, until I had cared for you all until your final rest!”
“But Mother left me this letter, and as her only daughter, I have a responsibility to let her rest in peace in the afterlife. So I’ve decided to return to the Luo family first.”
“Once I’ve uncovered the truth behind my mother’s illness, I’ll come back up the mountain to accompany you Masters, and then care for you until the end.”
All the Masters: “…” Hearing this, thank you so much!
“As her daughter, fulfilling your mother’s wish is indeed your duty. When you return to the Luo family, remember to be careful at every turn. If there’s anything you can’t resolve, ask your senior sisters for help,” First Master instructed.
“If it can be settled by force, don’t waste your breath. This is the Human-Faced Flower’s dispatch token—whomever you want to strike, just mobilize the people here.” Second Master placed a black, exquisitely crafted plum blossom token in Luo Xingchen’s hand.
Then, the other Masters each gave Luo Xingchen important items.
Luo Xingchen wanted to stay the night and go down the mountain the next day. But the Masters said she was covered in worldly affairs and it wasn’t suitable for her to spend the night in such a pure place as the nunnery.
So, Luo Xingchen was unceremoniously driven out the front gate by the Masters.
At the gate, amid howling winds, Luo Xingchen knelt on both knees and, with deep sincerity, kowtowed three times. Then she picked up her black backpack from the ground and headed down the rugged mountain path.
The gate quietly opened, and five women in gray robes stepped out, gazing at the dim forest.
Fifth Master: “I wonder if Xingchen can pass this trial, return to the family, and take over the Young Madam’s position.”
Fourth Master: “Big Sister, the Young Madam was so clever, yet she was still schemed against in the Luo family. Chenbao is so innocent—will she get hurt in the Luo family too?”
First Master said with profound mystery: “A golden-scaled fish is no creature of a pond—once it meets wind and clouds, it becomes a dragon. This phoenix of ours is destined to stir up the winds and clouds of this world, becoming a dragon among phoenixes and dazzling the world. Those ordinary mortals cannot harm her. She will surely find the murderer who killed the Young Madam, successfully return to the family, and take over the Young Madam’s position!”
Fifth Master said expectantly: “I hope Xingchen completes her mission soon, so we can return to secular life. I want to get back on stage and dazzle the eyes of those middle-aged fans again!”
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Luo Xingchen, her mind entirely focused on how to return to the Luo family and uncover the truth of her mother’s death, had no idea what earth-shattering secrets lay hidden behind this matter, nor that after securing justice for her mother, she would soon face an even greater and more dangerous challenge.
As she neared the foot of the mountain, Luo Xingchen heard a man’s pained cry.
Then, through the dappled tree shadows, she saw dozens of masked men in black surrounding a man dressed in red and wearing a white fox mask, attacking him.
The dozens of attackers all wore identical silver demon masks. Their strikes were swift and decisive, every move lethal.
The man fighting off dozens of attackers was even more formidable and agile, his strikes as swift as lightning.
One look and you could tell he was a king among masters.
But no matter how skilled he was, he was still outnumbered, and several times he nearly took fatal blows.
Following the principle that it’s better to avoid trouble than invite it, Luo Xingchen put on a black veil and carefully took a detour around them.
However, before she could take two steps, a figure, accompanied by a thick smell of blood, came crashing toward her.
Luo Xingchen swiftly reached out, grabbed the back of the clothing of the person hurtling toward her, set him on the ground, and lifted her foot to leave.
“Save me—I can give you any reward you want!” Fu Jingxiao grabbed the hem of Luo Xingchen’s trousers, his voice weak.
He had been kicked flying by the masked man with such tremendous force, yet this person had easily pulled him down to the ground. This told him that the one who caught him was a martial artist of unfathomable skill.
That low, magnetic voice—seductive and sensual, like a cello—made Luo Xingchen’s heart skip.
This man’s voice sounded so familiar.
Luo Xingchen looked down at him, and as she studied Fu Jingxiao, he too lifted his head to look at her.
Under the moonlight, their eyes met.
Fu Jingxiao saw, beneath the woman’s black veil, a pair of dazzling eyes—cold and aloof, yet as stunningly beautiful as diamonds.
Fu Jingxiao’s mask had fallen to the ground when Luo Xingchen caught him, and the moment she saw his face, her body froze as if struck by lightning.
The man wearing the fox mask was actually Fu Jingxiao.
Under the moonlight, a trace of fresh blood stained the corner of Fu Jingxiao’s lips, lending a touch of broken beauty to that exquisite, noble, flawless handsome face.
Calling a man beautiful wasn’t exactly a compliment, but at this moment, Luo Xingchen genuinely felt that Fu Jingxiao before her was beautiful enough to captivate the soul.
So much so that she was still dazed when the blades in the hands of several masked men were about to come down on her head, and she hadn’t yet launched a counterattack.
Seeing the assassin’s blade about to fall on Luo Xingchen’s head while she was still staring at him, Fu Jingxiao raised his hand to pull her away.
Before he could touch her hand, Luo Xingchen bent down, swiftly seized the blade the assassin swung at her, and kicked several assassins flying with lightning speed.
Fu Jingxiao watched as the woman moved like a swimming dragon, striking high and low, darting left and right, until—accompanied by a pleasant fragrance drifting through the air—dozens of masked men collapsed to the ground like corpses.
Watching Luo Xingchen knock down dozens of masked men within three minutes, Fu Jingxiao was stunned, jaw agape.
“Thank you for saving my life, Miss. Whatever you ask, I will do my utmost to fulfill it.” Fu Jingxiao sized up the veiled Luo Xingchen with hawk-like eyes.
This woman was not only skilled in combat, she also knew how to win with poison.
If he could recruit this extraordinary woman into his ranks, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.
Luo Xingchen saw through Fu Jingxiao’s intentions, and the corner of her mouth curved into a cold, proud arc: “A good deed a day—no thanks necessary!”
A worthless ex-husband, all glittering surface hiding rotten insides, actually wanted to recruit her? What a pipe dream.
In truth, Fu Jingxiao’s martial arts were already quite impressive, holding his own against so many masked assassins without using poison.
But a martial artist who can’t use poison is no true master, and Luo Xingchen didn’t take a pure martial artist like Fu Jingxiao seriously at all.
Fu Jingxiao also saw the disdain and contempt in Luo Xingchen’s eyes, but he still refused to give up, calling out to her retreating figure.
“Miss, as long as you’re willing to work for me, I can offer you an annual salary of one hundred million.”
“You’re the ‘Miss’—your whole family is ‘Miss’!” Luo Xingchen coldly tossed back the words and departed with light, swift steps.
On the very first day after her divorce, she’d been forcibly kissed by her wretched ex-husband, and then she’d gone and done a good deed by saving that same kiss-stealing wretch. What kind of damned, cursed fate was this?
Watching Luo Xingchen’s slender, graceful figure vanish swiftly into the forest like a flying phoenix, a faint trace of regret flashed through Fu Jingxiao’s hawk-like, chilly eyes.
It was rare to encounter such a skilled expert who was also a master of poison—what a pity she couldn’t be made to serve him.
That woman’s eyes were as beautiful and clear as stars. The face beneath her veil must be even more breathtaking.