Chapter 37

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The girl in black lazily stood up from the tree. Her red lips under the mask were soft and delicate, with a slight curve.

“They don’t believe you, but I do.” The young lady’s voice faintly rang out, and her eyes were smiling. “Since Duanmu Rou forced you to state her conditions, why don’t you let her complete the bet on your behalf?If you cut off her hand, everything will be settled.”

“That’s a good idea.” Ji San nodded and rubbed his chin. He put away his sword and nodded at Bai Ling. “Go.”

Bai Ling’s eyes were fierce as she looked at Duanmu Rou. Her heart was already filled with hatred.

It was obviously Duanmu Rou who was jealous of Yan Xi being the Holy Son’s fiancée. She had targeted Yan Xi in every way and even used her as a tool. Why did Duanmu Rou get to escape the moment something happened?

What was even more infuriating was that everyone believed in Duanmu Rou!

Bai Ling gritted her teeth and charged at Duanmu Rou. “Die!”

Some of Duanmu Rou’s fans wanted to rush up and interfere, but they were stopped by Ji San. “This is a matter between those two, why are you guys interfering?”

Bai Ling grabbed Duanmu Rou’s hair and pulled it wildly. “You b*tch! You’re intentionally trying to harm me!”

If she had not called Yan Xi a good-for-nothing, and if she had known that Yan Xi was so fast, she would not have agreed to help teach her a lesson!

Duanmu Rou was in pain from her hair being pulled. She struggled with all her might. Suddenly, she felt a pain on her scalp. She reached out and touched it. A bunch of hair had been pulled off her scalp by Bai Ling!

She had a bald spot now!

She screamed and no longer cared about maintaining her gentle image. She slapped Bai Ling’s face and shrieked, “You lunatic! Quickly let go!”

The Qi in their bodies had been exhausted from the marathon earlier. Now, they could only pull each other’s hair.

The two of them went back and forth, leaving scratch marks on each other’s faces. They wrestled and pulled at each other.

The people surrounding them were all stunned and did not return to their senses for a while.

How could the gentle Duanmu Rou be like this?

Yan Xi stroked her chin. The two of them were evenly matched. If this went on, they would both go bald.

However, there was still a gap between a Spirit Master and a Profound Cultivator. A Spirit Master was not as physically strong as a Profound Cultivator. After a while, Duanmu Rou was at a disadvantage and was beaten up by Bai Ling.

“Bai Ling, don’t forget what we’re here for, ” Ji San said lazily as he threw a thin sword over.

Bai Ling had already lost her mind from the fight. She thrust the sword at Duanmu Rou. “You can pay for your own misdeeds!”

Duanmu Rou, who was on the verge of death, was instantly frightened and looked to Yun Yuhan for help.

However, his eyes were indifferent and shockingly cold.

He no longer trusted her!

A huge wave of panic engulfed her heart. Duanmu Rou screamed, “Your Highness, save me!”

Her eyes were filled with despair. She held open her right hand, revealing a small stone sculpture.

The stone figurine was very simple, and the material used was cobblestone which could be seen everywhere. It had no spiritual energy at all, and one could only vaguely see that it was a sculpture of a little boy.

Yan Xi suddenly felt a pain in her head, and a large number of memories came to her mind.

At the same time, the original owner’s anger, sadness, and other emotions were so strong that they almost drowned her soul.

The stone figurine had clearly been lost in the room of the original body a few years ago!

When Yun Yuhan saw the stone figurine, he pursed his thin lips into a straight line and flicked his finger. The sword in Bai Ling’s hand fell from her hand.

He walked over step by step and carried Duanmu Rou in his arms. His voice was icy. “Today’s matter ends here.”

“Your Highness.” Duanmu Rou weakly buried her head in his chest, her slender hands tightly gripping his collar. She was extremely aggrieved.

Yun Yuhan furrowed his brows imperceptibly. A trace of resistance flashed across his eyes, but he still did not let go.

Ever since he was brought to the Cloud Top Heavenly Palace to cultivate as a child, he could not remember anything from his childhood, but he often dreamed of some vague and fragmented memories.

In his dream, he was thrown into an abandoned courtyard of the Yun family. No one cared about him. Occasionally, a few children would come in, but they would only throw stones at him and call him a b*stard.

He was often hungry, and no one spoke to him, but he had been growing tenaciously like a weed, until one day, everything changed. A little girl whose face could not be seen sneaked into the courtyard.

She brought him food, talked to him, taught him how to draw, and even helped him suck out the poisonous blood when he was bitten by poisonous snakes.

She was like a beam of light in the dark, dazzling and warm.

However, no matter how hard he thought about it, he could not remember what she looked like or what her name was. He had always thought that it was just a dream. That was until he saw the stone sculpture on Duanmu Rou’s waist a few years ago. It was exactly the same as the one in his dream!

“Yan Xi, look at your fiancé, he’s holding that disgusting hypocrite in front of you! We can’t tolerate this anymore! We should go up and beat this scumbag couple to death!” Ji San was eager to try, fanning the flames.

Yan Xi glanced at Ji San, and her face was gloomy. Wasn’t he the one who was just looking for a reason to fight?

“I broke off our engagement long ago. From now on, he is irrelevant to me,” Yan Xi said slowly. There was nothing to miss about a scumbag.

“Oh… Huh? You broke off the engagement?” Ji San’s eyes widened, and he instantly lost interest. He was very disappointed. “I wanted to see if Yun Yuhan would be able to maintain that calm expression in front of your ugly face on your wedding night. But now, I can’t see it.”

Yan Xi’s right hand was ready to move. Suddenly, her hands felt a little itchy. She wanted to hit someone!

Yun Yuhan’s brows twitched, and his cold eyes looked at Ji San and Yan Xi.

Cultivators had sharp ears and eyes, not to mention someone at his level. He could even hear the sound of a fly flapping its wings from a mile away, let alone two people whispering.

“Your Highness, I’m in pain.” Seeing Yun Yuhan’s gaze on Yan Xi, Duanmu Rou tightened her grip on Yun Yuhan’s hand.

She did not expect that the little stone figurine would have such a great influence on Yun Yuhan.

In this case, she could not let Yan Xi live!

Her eyes flashed with malice. She had been afraid of leaving traces, so she had only been instigating others to do it. Anyway, Yan Xi used to be a good-for-nothing who could not cause any trouble, but now Yan Xi had changed!

“Take a healing pill.” When Yun Yuhan heard Duanmu Rou’s words, he shoved a pill into her hands with a cold look in his eyes.

Duanmu Rou’s expression froze! She had plenty of pills, and what she wanted was revenge! Yun Yuhan had helped her teach Yan Xi a lesson!

“Your Highness… I believe that Ling didn’t do it on purpose. If it wasn’t for Yan Xi’s deliberate instigation… Ling won’t do anything to me either…” Duanmu Rou looked at him with a sad expression. Her beautiful eyes were red, and she looked very pitiful.

Ji San poked Yan Xi and said happily, “Yan Xixi, the hypocrite is now pointing her spear at you.”