Published: March 8, 2025
Wei Wuyan, trembling in fear, looked at his chatting companion who had suddenly transformed into a fierce woman, and couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat.
Women, oh women... the most untouchable beings in the world.
Look, this time it wasn’t a sparring match, but real torture!
Though the previous battle had hints of abuse, Chu Yang had both offense and defense; but this time, it was pure beating! Even an attack couldn’t take shape before it was shattered.
Since Chu Yang was kicked into the air, he never landed again!
It began with a violent storm, and Chu Imperial Seat was knocked unconscious.
With great difficulty, as he was tumbling in mid-air, he tried to strike a pose for "a glimmer of cold light with immense radiance," but a delicate foot kicked him right in the stomach, causing him to cry out and shoot upwards like a rocket with his butt in the air.
In the high sky, disregarding the intense pain churning in his stomach, Chu Yang folded his body and prepared to descend, aiming to unleash "winds and clouds in the east and west"; but just as he maneuvered, a tender little hand came crashing down, and with a slap, Chu King of Hell fell from the heavens in a daze.
Bam! He hit the ground, and his only thought was: deeply buried, unchanged sharp will... but just as this thought arose, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a piece of flesh was seized, lifting him up rigidly.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...
Each side of his rear endured three to four kicks...
Only then did he remember: in front of this woman, nothing worked; the key was to escape... but where could he run?
When Zixie Qing grasped Chu Yang's ankle and swung him around before slamming him down, Chu Imperial Seat finally remembered to scream, “It’s a misunderstanding~ uh~ uh~ uh~~”
But he was already buried in the dirt, his mouth full of mud, completely choking on his words.
“Sword Spirit, quickly possess me…” Chu Yang yelled in his mind. The Sword Spirit pretended not to hear, happily tending to the spiritual medicine in the fields.
Possess me? At a time like this? Am I out of my mind… this grandma, I probably couldn’t provoke even at my peak, let alone now…
In the rising dust, Chu Yang shot up again, spitting out dirt from his mouth: “Zixie… big sister… I really wasn’t talking about you… ah…”
Zixie Qing had already leaped up, stepping down heavily on his lower back, “I just wanted to beat you up…”
……
After this round of beating, Chu Yang was gasping for air, rolling his eyes and finally managing to say, “I really wasn’t… just now Wei Wuyan mentioned his previous wife… I I I… why the hell am I being wronged like this…”
Zixie Qing paused, looking at Wei Wuyan.
Wei Wuyan nodded with cold sweat all over his head: “...It’s not wrong…”
Zixie Qing's expression became a bit awkward, and after thinking for a moment, she walked over to Chu Yang: “Since your power has increased, your body’s resilience can’t keep up… I’m just helping you out…”
Chu Yang wanted to cry but had no tears: “My grandma… I’m too grateful for your help…” Stretching out his legs, he fainted.
But he fainted out of anger.
Did you have to apologize for hitting the wrong person? You even... helped me?
How much of a fool do I have to be to accept your kind of help...
Chu Le'er looked on in fear: “Sister Zixie, please don’t hit him anymore, don’t hit him anymore.”
Zixie Qing walked over, softly saying: “Look, your Brother Chu Yang’s poison has already been beaten out of him. He’s fine now.”
Saying this, she pointed.
A stream of black gas surged out of Chu Yang’s mouth, like a dragon spitting out smoke. As it coiled around, the grass below, upon contact with this black mist, suddenly wilted in a large area...
Chu Le'er sighed in relief, still a bit doubtful: “Poison?”
“Yes.” Zixie Qing said with a strange expression: “This poison can even corrode stones…”
Chu Le'er turned to see that indeed, the stones beneath the dirt were slowly being eroded, causing her to gasp: “Is my big brother okay now?”