Xiushi, the uniquely favored children of Daofa.
They can absorb the power of heaven and earth for their own use, comprehend the laws of the universe to alter fate, and if cultivated to the extreme, they can reshape the heavens and earth, reverse life and death—all effortlessly. Thus, Xiushi have always been arrogant.
For instance, at this moment, they felt no remorse for nearly harming someone, merely looking down condescendingly at the white-robed girl below.
A woman’s voice drifted faintly: “Are you the only one here?”
Chen Miaomiao was infuriated to the point of laughter, coldly retorting, “Shouldn’t you apologize before asking questions? You nearly injured someone.”
Chen Miaomiao was breathtakingly beautiful and icy, standing amidst the cold, dark rocks like a handful of pristine snow atop a mountain peak—aloof and untouched by dust.
Especially those shimmering, sharp eyes, like whirlpools, capable of captivating one’s soul.
Too stunning!
If she were a Xiushi, she would undoubtedly attract countless admirers. But alas, she was merely a mortal incapable of cultivation.
Thus, this awe was fleeting and moved no one.
Someone snapped impatiently, “Are you deaf? Our lady asked if you are the only one here!”
“What if I am? What if I’m not?”
“Don’t refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!”
“Calm down.”
A woman with delicate features and opulent attire raised her hand to stop the speaker. She smiled faintly, leaping down from the tree and scrutinizing Chen Miaomiao from head to toe. With a light chuckle, she said, “A mere ant, daring to taint my prey. You should be grateful you haven’t touched this Tiejia Shou’s horn. Otherwise, I would have sliced your flesh piece by piece to polish it.”
Her tone was gentle, but her words sent chills down the spine, dripping with malice. Especially when her gaze fell on Chen Miaomiao’s face, it seemed as though she longed to peel off her skin.
Since the other party came with ill intentions, Chen Miaomiao was no pushover. She smiled slightly and said, “You claim this is your prey. Do you have proof?”
The woman hadn’t expected Chen Miaomiao, an ordinary person, to withstand her “Lingya”—neither kneeling in disgrace nor collapsing. Instead, her back remained straight and elegant.
After a moment of surprise, she sneered, “Proof? My word is proof. I tracked it for three full days, driving it into a corner until it exhausted itself, all for the sake of taking this horn as a wedding gift for my sister, Purple-clothed Fairy. Such a precious thing—how could a mortal like you even think of touching it?”
Chen Miaomiao couldn’t care less about any Purple-clothed Fairy. No wonder the giant beast had tried to kill her upon seeing a “human,” chasing her inexplicably for five streets. So, she had been innocently dragged into this.
To hell with your damn cookies!
Chen Miaomiao seethed inwardly, but the other side outnumbered her and were all Xiushi. Defeating them through force was nothing but a fantasy.
She glanced down at her white robe, which concealed a subtle radiance, and a bold idea surfaced in her mind.
Heh, though I can’t beat you, just watch how I’ll make you pay.
Chen Miaomiao lifted her chin slightly, her lips curving into an elegant smile like spring flowers in full bloom, breathtakingly beautiful. Her tone remained calm and composed as she said, “This Tiejia Shou was indeed killed by Benzun… with my own hands. The wound on its head is proof, so it rightfully belongs to Benzun as my prey.”
The Xiushi were first mesmerized by her smile, but upon hearing her words, they paused in disbelief before erupting into mocking and contemptuous laughter.
“She said she killed the Tiejia Shou? That’s the funniest joke this young master has ever heard! Do you know that this Tiejia Shou is fully grown, with strength comparable to Zhuji Zhongjie? And you dare claim you could kill it?!”
“Indeed, mortals are just mortals. No matter how beautiful they are, what use are they besides warming a bed?”
“Such a peerless beauty truly is a treasure for the bedchamber.”
“Hahahaha.”
The explicit and greedy words instantly revealed everyone’s thoughts.
Chen Miaomiao was secretly astonished. She had thought it was just an ordinary Lianqi Ji Moshou, but it turned out to be a Zhuji Zhongjie Moshou?!
Suppressing her shock, Chen Miaomiao calmly replied, “Since you all know it’s a Zhuji Zhongjie Moshou, do you really think that merely chasing it for a few days could scare it to death?”
The crowd fell silent.
Of course, they didn’t believe that. That’s why they had immediately asked Chen Miaomiao if she was alone and where the person who killed the Tiejia Shou had gone.
They didn’t believe Chen Miaomiao had killed the Tiejia Shou. In their eyes, she was just a despicable opportunist who had come to scavenge the spoils.
Chen Miaomiao smiled magnanimously and said, “Considering you are all juniors, Benzun will not hold it against you. Leave quickly.”
Benzun?
Juniors?
Someone angrily shouted in displeasure, “How dare you get carried away! This is a Tiejia Shou. If someone like you could kill it, then this young master will kneel down and let you use him as a stool!”
Chen Miaomiao’s eyes sparkled as she gazed with a smile at the speaker.
This person had repeatedly provoked her. While his appearance was passable, his demeanor was sinister—clearly a lackey.
“That won’t be necessary. After all, Benzun is quite picky. Even a stool must be of the finest quality, and a lackey like you likely doesn’t qualify.”
“You! How outrageous! A lowly commoner dares to mock this young master? You’re asking for death!”
As he spoke, the man moved to teach Chen Miaomiao a lesson but was stopped once again by the woman. She sighed and said, “Li Cun, no need to kill her. Spare her life.”
Li Cun quickly flattered, “How merciful of you, miss.”
“Hehe, this young lady is naturally merciful…”
The woman stared at the face that filled her with deep jealousy—skin like congealed jade, an icy elegance, a spirit of grace, and a complexion like rosy clouds. It was more beautiful than anyone she had ever seen, truly the epitome of peerless beauty.
To be honest, the woman was a Xiushi. Xiushi could absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for their own use, improving their physique, skin quality, posture, and more.
Thus, Xiushi were far more beautiful than ordinary people, with superior grace and presence.
Even so, the woman was merely “pleasantly attractive” and still some distance away from true “beauty.”
Since childhood, she had suffered countless disadvantages due to her appearance. But as she was not from the main family and her Linggen was not exceptionally outstanding, she had resigned herself to fate.
Yet now, here was an ordinary person who dared to be so stunningly beautiful. How could she tolerate it?
The woman curled her lips into a faint smile and said lightly, “Then cut off her nose, gouge out her eyes, and… strip off her skin as well. Remember not to kill her, though. After all, heaven cherishes life, and we cultivators must have compassion.”
“Yes! As you command!”
Li Cun responded eagerly, without hesitation, clearly not the first time he had performed such bloody acts as cutting off noses, gouging out eyes, or skinning someone.
Chen Miaomiao: “…”
Damn it… Are all you Xiushi crazy? Without a word, you want to skin, cut off noses, and gouge out eyes?!
But this is the difference between Xiushi and ordinary people.
Heaven and earth.
Humans and ants.
Life and death, all at their whim.
As for whether Chen Miaomiao is innocent, male or female, old or young—it simply doesn’t matter.
Who made Chen Miaomiao so weak and an eyesore to Chen Family Woman?
The weak get beaten—it’s only natural!