As she finished speaking, a fiery whip appeared in her hand out of nowhere, its body radiating scorching heat, as if it could burn everything to ashes.
This was still the magical weapon she had forged from the bones and sinews of the flood dragon she had slain at the Demon Frontier…
The walls cracked from the impact. Cang Mochen, just rising from the ground while clutching his chest in pain, looked up and saw the fiery whip in Feng Xi’s hand. A flash of shock crossed his eyes.
Damn it!
Where the hell did this madwoman get so many high-grade magical treasures?
He wanted to escape, but his body seemed suppressed by a powerful force, unable to move.
“Young Lord!” Qiao Ju shouted in alarm.
He immediately began channeling his spiritual power, ready to intervene.
However, at that moment, he suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure emanating from Feng Xi. The aura was so strong it instilled a sense of fear.
He froze for a moment—and in that instant, Feng Xi’s attack struck.
Her figure flickered, transforming into a red afterimage, and she appeared instantly before Cang Mochen.
The whip in her hand slithered like a living serpent, rapidly coiling around his body.
Then, with a flick of her wrist, Feng Xi hurled Cang Mochen high into the sky before smashing him violently to the ground.
This repeated over and over, Cang Mochen flipping helplessly between the air and the ground like a ragdoll.
Each collision with the ground sent waves of excruciating pain through him, and the spiritual power of the whip set his entire body ablaze. His skin reddened and burned as if scorched by fire.
Dizzy and disoriented, with the sky spinning above him, a sudden intense discomfort surged in Cang Mochen’s abdomen.
The sensation of churning and upheaval was almost unbearable, and he wanted to vomit.
But the Young Lord’s pride forced him to suppress it, swallowing back what threatened to rise.
“I’m in a bad mood anyway. Since you came to me, I might as well take my anger out on you!”
Feng Xi continued to whip him, cursing as she struck.
“You dared provoke me, ungrateful wretch!”
Over time, Cang Mochen’s clothes were shredded, and his body was covered in vivid red whip marks.
His breathing became rapid, his face pale as paper, howling as he flew through the air and slammed to the ground repeatedly.
“Ah… Feng Xi, you shrew! This isn’t over, Young Lord will have his revenge!”
Qiao Ju was stunned, too scared to even breathe as he witnessed the Young Lord in this state.
Having spent so long managing the estate, he feared something terrible might happen to Cang Mochen, so he trembled as he shouted:
“Stop! How dare you whip the Young Lord like this! If this spreads to Yangzhou, the Cang family will never forgive you!”
Feng Xi paid him no mind, continuing to wield the whip and torment Cang Mochen.
“Not finished yet? Fine, I’ll indulge you then.”
[Stop! How dare you treat the luck child like this? If you don’t stop, he’ll be beaten to death.] Tianmu interrupted.
Hearing this, Feng Xi paused, panting heavily as she stared at Cang Mochen curled up on the ground.
[Luck child? This weakling? Beating him to death wouldn’t be too much.] she mentally retorted.
[Until you confirm the luck child’s identity, do not act recklessly. If you mistakenly kill him, you will cease to exist.] Tianmu warned.
Feng Xi didn’t take Tianmu’s words seriously, a smirk forming at the corner of her lips.
Still not fully satisfied, she swung the whip at Cang Mochen again, wanting to give him one last lesson…
Cang Mochen’s face paled. He hadn’t expected Feng Xi to be so reckless, nor that she would strike again.
He tried to dodge, but it was too late. He could only channel his spiritual power for full defense.
“Boom!” A massive explosion shook the entire courtyard.
Qiao Ju felt a powerful shockwave slam into him, tossing him aside.
Clambering to his feet, he saw that Cang Mochen had been flung against the courtyard wall by Feng Xi’s whip, leaving a human-shaped hole.
[Defying the Heavenly Dao, descend heavenly punishment!] Tianmu exclaimed angrily.
“I#*＆… Tianmu, you (ꐦÒ‸Ó) sneaky bastard…” Feng Xi swore profanely.
Thunder boomed in her sea of consciousness, and one purple-gold heavenly thunder struck after another within her divine sense.
Her body trembled violently on the spot.
Cang Mochen lay on the ground, already unconscious.
Qiao Ju twitched at the corner of his mouth but seized the opportunity of Feng Xi’s “fit” to rush over and check Cang Mochen’s injuries.
Meanwhile, on the way to the side courtyard, Feng Jingce inadvertently ran into Feng Ruyan crying at a crossroads, clinging to her while wailing.
“Big brother, won’t even you help me? Sister went too far! I was only trying to bring her clothes, yet she humiliated me and even hurt Xun Mei!”
Feng Xu, following behind, immediately defended her.
“It’s Feng Xi’s doing. Come on, Ruyan, let’s go find her. Your second brother will back you up.”
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed.
Everyone’s gaze immediately turned toward the side courtyard.
“Bad, something’s happening at the side courtyard.” Feng Jingce flung Feng Ruyan’s hand away impatiently and rushed toward the side courtyard.
The disciples quickly followed.
Feng Ruyan’s hand froze at her side, face full of shock.
Big brother just let go of her hand?
Was it because of Feng Xi?…
How could that be? Why would he do this?
She couldn’t figure it out, staring blankly at Feng Xu, who was about to follow. She hurriedly reached out to grab his arm.
“Second brother, what happened? Why does big brother look so anxious?” Feng Ruyan asked softly.
“Don’t you know? Feng Xi just returned and offended the Young Lord. He’s going personally to demand an explanation now,” Feng Xu explained patiently, taking her hand and continuing.
“Come on, let’s go see, and maybe help you get back at Feng Xi too.”
Feng Xi offended the Young Lord?
When did the Young Lord go personally to confront her?
She had run all the way here and missed it…
Within the sea of consciousness—
Feng Xi’s soul was fleeing the thunder strikes, gritting her teeth as she pointed at a transparent humanoid shadow.
“Don’t play like this! I just vented my anger, Tianmu, was that really necessary?”
“Should anything happen to the luck child, you’ll have to use your soul to atone!” Tianmu growled.