Chapter 127: Right Swing

The indignant little voice inside her protested, "This shouldn't be happening! I... I am a transmigrator!"

Another, more rational voice tried to soothe her, "Yes, I transmigrated here. Transmigration is a technical skill, after all."

It is much like being reborn; some transmigrate as princesses, others as servants. Wang Mian had transmigrated into a farm girl. It wasn't great, but it wasn't the worst, either.

"Not to mention, I had already died in the modern world. This new life is..."

Lin Yi felt a surge of anxiety, but in order to maintain his cover, he could not conveniently ask Gong Run for help, so he had to handle the situation himself. Watching the woman known as Green Bamboo Snake, who wore an alluring smile, Lin Yi guessed that, as the proprietress of this tavern, she was likely speaking in a way meant to flatter her patrons. Perhaps she was complimenting his handsome appearance?

Further words were useless. Having delivered his thoughts—partly subtle and partly direct—he turned his gaze to watch her slowly.

The man, who was practically naked, lay with his face bruised and purple; he had already breathed his last. His face was fleshy and bore a fierce expression, suggesting he was not a member of this household.

As Wang Qiang looked at this figure, his blurred vision created an illusion. He felt as though he had returned to the recruit camp, lying in the infirmary after being beaten by Instructor Long, where there had also been a girl as gentle as water.

Although the Old Matriarch could occasionally conceive of ruthless schemes, she was, after all, advanced in age and remained devoted to the interests of the Xiao family. The methods at her disposal were limited, so Xiao Lingxiao did not pay her much mind. By comparison, Xiao Lingxiao was far more interested in knowing what the Eldest Madam was currently contemplating.

Fortunately, the discovery was made in time; only her undergarments were stained, while her outer robes remained clean. Yet, how miserable it was to have one's period in this ancient era, devoid of sanitary napkins!

Only a few days after the White Jade Beauty Water incident had passed, the National Medical Hall released the promotional video featuring the collaboration between Lin Yi and Shen Shiman, sparking another wave of feverish interest across the internet.

The maintenance mecha did not respond—or rather, it had no time to respond—before it was shredded into thousands of fragments by a particle cannon, painting a cruel stroke across the vastness of space.

Two seconds. Inoue Jun’s body, sent flying by the kick, had not yet hit the ground. A deafening "bang" echoed. While still suspended in mid-air, Inoue Jun exploded instantly. It was like fireworks ascending into the night sky, only far less spectacular. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and a mist of blood filled the air, sickeningly gruesome.

The commotion drifted through the door crack into the courtyard. Mother Meng, who was splashing water at the gate, turned her head at the sound. She rolled her eyes with pinpoint precision and spat out two words through her teeth.

"Great King, we know where the source of the geomancy lies. Let us take you there." Two aged voices spoke up; they were the two old snakes.

"Understood, Master." At this moment, Gardenia bowed her head, bit her lip, and replied in a stiff voice.

"What brought about such a thought all of a sudden?" He spoke with a gentle tone, yet his eyes held a glimmer of inquiry.

Thinking of this, a golden light flashed in Xia Lin’s eyes, and he looked around once more. Indeed! It was a void, empty of all things; there was no courtyard, as if it were all a fabrication, save for a golden sphere floating in the air, gleaming brilliantly.

Many of the new disciples who had "connections at the top" had heard rumors of last night’s events, and they had all been warned to avoid provoking that bane of existence, Yin Zizhang, if they could help it.

On Yingbang Peak, the dark clouds had dissipated, but the entire mountain had collapsed by more than half, leaving it noticeably shorter. Even the surrounding peaks had been affected to varying degrees, leaving the vegetation withered and the landscape scarred.

That night, the disciples of the Zhongnan Sect guarding the mountain gates saw two streaks of light approaching from the sky far beyond the幽 Valley. To the east, a trail of crimson flame raced across the horizon like a shooting star, heading straight for Tailao Peak. To the west, a chain of azure light, shimmering with flecks of golden mist, sped toward them. Two high-level cultivators of flight had arrived simultaneously.