In the courtyard.
Li Maolin was still pointing his dragon-headed cane around, so furious that his white beard trembled wildly.
The four burly men from the Li clan had already clenched their fists, each as big as a cooking pot.
With sinister grins on their faces, they advanced step by step toward Yu Qinghuan, who sat in the grand armchair.
“Qinghuan, step back.”
A murderous glint erupted in Li Zhengting’s dark eyes, as deep as an unfathomable pool.
He had fought on the battlefield and killed enemies.
Moreover, his body had just undergone an extensive transformation thanks to the “Body-Strengthening Spring Water.”
Against these farmhands who possessed nothing but brute strength, he had a hundred ways to render them completely incapable of fighting within three seconds.
Li Zhengting stepped forward, his broad figure blocking Yu Qinghuan from view.
However—
A small, warm hand gently tugged at the sleeve of his military uniform.
“Honey.”
Yu Qinghuan remained seated in the chair, her tone relaxed, even carrying a hint of playfulness.
“I already told you. You don’t need to get your hands dirty with this kind of filthy work.”
“I wouldn’t want to stain that imposing military uniform of yours.”
As she spoke, Yu Qinghuan patted Li Zhengting’s hand.
Then—
She rose leisurely from the grand armchair.
Her slender, delicate frame looked utterly insignificant beside the four hulking men, each weighing over two hundred pounds.
“You little slut! You refused the easy way, so now you’ll take the hard way!”
The burliest man spat on the ground and sneered contemptuously.
“Brothers, tie her up and throw her into the ancestral hall—”
Before he could finish speaking, Yu Qinghuan’s fair right hand had already reached behind her waist.
She pretended to be adjusting the apron beneath her shabby padded jacket.
In reality, her consciousness connected instantly with the tool section of her spatial warehouse.
The next second, a heavy object about fifty centimeters long appeared out of thin air in her palm. It was pitch-black from end to end, with a faint, cold metallic gleam.
It was a solid iron rolling pin for self-defense!
Forged entirely from solid iron, it was as thick as an adult’s wrist and weighed a full fifteen pounds!
In her previous life, in modern society, Yu Qinghuan had specially commissioned a blacksmith to make this weapon for self-defense.
It was sturdier than a steel pipe and more effective than a brick.
The moment she held the dark, heavy rolling pin, which looked more like an iron cudgel, the eyelids of the four advancing men twitched violently.
Where on earth had this woman pulled such a massive iron rod from?!
“Elder sister-in-law, didn’t you just say you were going to discipline me according to family law?”
Yu Qinghuan held the fifteen-pound solid iron rod in one hand as effortlessly as if it were a stalk of straw.
She smiled sweetly at everyone.
Then—
Her gaze fell upon the enormous stone mill in one corner of the courtyard, which had been used for grinding grain for years.
The mill was carved from solid granite. It weighed over three hundred pounds and was extraordinarily sturdy.
Dragging the iron rod behind her, Yu Qinghuan walked toward the stone mill without hurrying.
Under everyone’s puzzled and contemptuous gazes, she gripped the iron rod with both hands.
She took a deep breath.
In an instant, the enhanced strength within her erupted like a volcano.
Powering the blow with her waist, she swung the solid iron rod down at the three-hundred-pound granite mill with terrifying force. The rod tore through the air with an ear-splitting whistle.
“BOOM—!”
A deafening explosion of sound erupted throughout the courtyard.
The impact was so violent that the eardrums of the villagers gathered to watch began to ring.
Under the horrified gazes of everyone present, the granite mill, which had withstood decades of wind and weather and remained incredibly sturdy, was smashed by that single blow.
It shattered into four pieces as easily as fragile tofu, exploding apart on the spot!
“Crack! Crack!”
Fragments of stone flew everywhere. Pieces of all sizes shot through the air like hidden weapons, striking the dirt with a series of sharp, muffled thuds.
Stone dust billowed outward, forming a cloud of white smoke.
The four Li clan brutes, who had been so aggressive just moments ago, suddenly felt their legs go weak. Their vision darkened, and it was as though every bone had been sucked out of their bodies.
Thud! Thud!
They hadn’t even exchanged a single blow with her.
Amid the flying stone fragments and swirling dust, all four men collapsed to their knees on the spot, their legs trembling uncontrollably.
They couldn’t have looked more pathetic.
Their entire bodies shook like leaves in a storm, and their faces were so pale that not a trace of color remained.
W-What kind of human being was she?!
She had smashed a solid granite mill into rubble with a single swing!
If that blow had landed on their heads—
Forget their brains. Even their bones would probably have been pulverized into flour!
Old Man Li and Miao Cuihua were completely dumbfounded.
Miao Cuihua clamped both hands over her mouth, terrified that even the slightest sound might attract the attention of this female demon.
Li Chunhua was even worse. She had buried her head inside a torn burlap sack and didn’t dare move an inch.
The Li clan patriarch, Li Maolin, dropped his dragon-headed cane with a loud clatter.
His mouth hung open, his entire body trembling. Even his white beard had gone stiff.
The only sound in the entire courtyard was the soft rustling of the cold wind sweeping through the stone dust.
Yu Qinghuan held the pitch-black solid iron rod in one hand.
She tapped its cold metal tip against the ground.
Looking down at the men kneeling before her, she parted her red lips.
“Come on.”
“Didn’t you want to discipline me according to family law?”
“Any of you who aren’t afraid of having your brains splattered everywhere, get up right now!”
Yu Qinghuan’s voice was exceptionally gentle.
But to everyone listening, her words sounded no different from a personal summons from the King of Hell.
The burliest man kneeling at the front was practically on the verge of tears. He shook his head desperately.
“N-No, no! We wouldn’t dare! Younger sister-in-law! We only came to visit relatives!”
“That’s right! We just wanted to have a look around! We never intended to lay a hand on you!”
The four men, each weighing over two hundred pounds, huddled together like frightened children. They couldn’t have been more obedient.
Yu Qinghuan snorted coldly and raised her hand.
CLANG!
The fifteen-pound iron rod slammed into the ground, leaving a deep crater in the dirt.
The entire courtyard fell silent.
Yu Qinghuan leisurely dusted off her hands.
Then—
She slipped a hand into the pocket of her old padded jacket.
With a slight movement of her consciousness, she retrieved a yellowed, somewhat tattered piece of paper from her spatial storage.
Yu Qinghuan strode over to Li Maolin.
In full view of all the villagers and Old Man Li, she flicked her wrist and slapped the yellowed document down onto the black sandalwood armrest of the grand chair with a loud SMACK!
“Since the clan patriarch wants to talk about rules and clan regulations…”
Yu Qinghuan sneered, her gaze sharp as a blade.
“Then today, in front of the entire village…”
“Let’s take a good look at this severance-of-family-ties and household-division agreement that Old Man Li and Miao Cuihua personally signed back then!”