Chapter 047
Chapter 47: Then I’ll Repay Evil with Kindness
Xu Zhou Ye could hardly bear seeing Chu Zhi Rou showing so much concern for Ming Xi Su, so he turned sharply and aimed his anger directly at Shi Zi Chu, snapping, “Shi Zi Chu! How dare you deny seriously injuring your fellow disciple!”
Shi Zi Chu spread her hands innocently, her expression pure and harmless, “Third junior brother doesn’t seem severely injured to me.”
“Look at that palm print on his face…”
“Slap!”
Shi Zi Chu moved swiftly past Yao Ruo Ruo and slapped Xu Zhou Ye across the face, fast as lightning.
Wan Yan Qian recovered quickly, raising her thumb in approval: [Nicely done!]
After a brief shock, Xu Zhou Ye regained himself and roared furiously, “Shi Zi Chu, are you looking to die?”
Shi Zi Chu was extremely agile; she ducked behind Yao Ruo Ruo, shrinking her shoulders fearfully and said, “Since eldest senior brother doesn’t believe me, I had no choice but to let you personally experience it. Now eldest senior brother should know clearly whether third junior brother is badly injured or not, right?”
Yan Zhou Bai immediately stepped forward, blocking in front of Yao Ruo Ruo.
Disciples from the Punishment Hall could never allow Xu Zhou Ye to openly hurt someone right under their noses.
Xu Zhou Ye was stopped, eyes blazing with fury, yet half of his face was swollen bright red, making his fierce expression appear somewhat ridiculous.
Jiang Wan Sheng looked at Shi Zi Chu pretending to be fragile and helpless, eyelids twitching slightly.
[With the wrong comparison, even Qing Qing seems so big next to her. Still, she’s adorable—I really want to hold her.]
Ye He Qi’s smile deepened as he watched Shi Zi Chu hiding timidly, looking like an ostrich burying its head.
Hitting one Golden Core cultivator could be an accident, but hitting two certainly wasn’t.
Therefore, the heavenly tribulation that had occurred earlier at Rising Succession Peak’s main peak was definitely caused by Shi Zi Chu.
No wonder she wore a magical artifact to hide her true cultivation level.
Shi Zi Chu looked solemnly at Xu Zhou Ye, who clearly wished to tear her apart, and said earnestly, “As your senior sister, it’s entirely reasonable for me to discipline a disrespectful third junior brother. Eldest senior brother, how could you blindly accuse me of severely injuring fellow disciples?”
Ming Xi Su laughed in anger, pointing fiercely at Shi Zi Chu and shouting, “Then how do you explain cultivating demonic arts!”
“Ah?” Shi Zi Chu showed a perfectly innocent face.
“You manipulated my body and caused me to fall into the water!” Ming Xi Su accused her coldly, voice hard and sharp. “Shi Zi Chu, you practice demonic arts!”
Chu Zhi Rou’s eyes widened in shock, suddenly recalling something as if it had dawned on her belatedly, “Could it be that Fang Wei An was hurt so badly in the Celestial Grace Mountain Range because second senior sister used demonic arts?!”
As soon as the words left her lips, she hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand, eyes filled with disbelief and panic.
Yan Zhou Bai’s brow knitted.
Fellow disciples accusing each other without any proof.
That slap from Shi Zi Chu had indeed been far too gentle!
“I’ve long said Shi Zi Chu practices demonic arts!” Pei Qing You sneered contemptuously, “Fang Wei An was at mid Core Formation, how could Shi Zi Chu, a mere late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, have wounded him?”
Yao Ruo Ruo glanced back, eyes filled with trust and worry.
Shi Zi Chu met her gaze with a reassuring look.
“Venerable Xing Lan must be blind to have a personal disciple like you,” Chu Zhi Sheng spoke coldly, voice sharp and cruel. “People like you should rot in the mud!”
“You’ve forgotten Master’s teachings! Shi Zi Chu, you deserve death!” Xu Zhou Ye rebuked harshly, speaking with righteous indignation. “Today, I’ll clean house for Master!”
Even as he spoke, he drew his spirit sword, preparing to attack.
Yan Zhou Bai frowned, spiritual power gathering in his palm to intercept Xu Zhou Ye’s strike.
Just then, a group of beautiful butterflies appeared around Shi Zi Chu.
Dark Purple Dream Butterflies fluttered gracefully before her, translucent wings scattering shimmering powder.
Under the sunlight, the sparkling powder was beautiful, glittering like stardust as it drifted toward Xu Zhou Ye and the others.
With a loud “clang,” Xu Zhou Ye dropped his sword, screaming as his hand and arm became mangled and bloodied from severe burns.
Chu Zhi Sheng reacted quickly, grabbing Chu Zhi Rou with one hand and flinging out spiritual power with the other, but still he was slightly too slow.
The tiny glimmers of powder touched Chu Zhi Rou’s face, instantly burning away her skin and revealing raw flesh beneath.
Sharp cries of pain rang out.
Not only these two but Ming Xi Su also suffered.
Blood mingled with screams, and the scene immediately descended into chaos.
“Do you think I’m dead?”
An icy, mocking voice rang out suddenly.
Chu Zhi Sheng’s face, contorted in heartache and rage, turned to Jiang Wan Sheng, but seeing the latter standing coldly behind Shi Zi Chu with a dangerous look, Chu Zhi Sheng swallowed back his words.
Chu Zhi Rou’s crying drew his attention back to her.
Pei Qing You, luckily untouched by the butterfly powder, hurried forward, carefully soothing Chu Zhi Rou. He gently pulled her hand away from her face to avoid further injury.
Looking at her skinless, bloodied face, his eyes reddened with distress.
Chu Zhi Sheng and Pei Qing You anxiously surrounded her, quickly pulling out spirit pills to ease the pain, stop bleeding, and treat the wounds.
Bottles of spirit pills poured out as if they were worth nothing.
Wan Yan Qian watched from the side, arms crossed, observing Chu Zhi Rou’s pitiful tears falling silently from tightly bitten lips. Though disgusted, she still felt somewhat pleased.
The powder from Dark Purple Dream Butterflies was poison—a terrible toxin that not only burned skin but seeped into the bloodstream, bringing agony wherever it flowed!
Many people afflicted by this poison ended up dying in unbearable pain.
Jiang Wan Sheng watched them coldly, sneering at their useless efforts.
The Punishment Hall disciples looked troubled as they saw the injured trio.
They had heard of the Dark Purple Dream Butterfly’s power; ordinary detoxification pills were completely useless against it.
In the current situation, it was impossible for Young Master Jiang to lift a finger and cure them.
“Young Master Jiang, even punishments should have limits,” an icy, reprimanding voice sounded.
Jiang Wan Sheng lifted his eyelids impatiently, eyes filled with cold disdain.
Meng Xi Yu stepped forward and spoke icily, “These three disciples are under Venerable Xing Lan.”
Jiang Wan Sheng’s cold voice carried a faint warning, “Young Sect Master Meng, mind your own business.”
Meng Xi Yu fell silent immediately, feeling he had done his duty. Whatever happened next, he simply didn’t care.
Ye He Qi glanced at Chu Zhi Rou’s half-ruined face, quickly hiding the disgust in his eyes.
She was so ugly it hurt his eyes.
“Oh!” Shi Zi Chu covered her mouth slightly with a handkerchief, pretending to be shocked.
Jiang Wan Sheng tilted his head to watch Shi Zi Chu’s exaggerated reaction, amusement flickering in his raised brows.
Shi Zi Chu turned aside, seemingly too frightened to look, “Is sixth junior sister going to be disfigured?”
The word “disfigured” pierced Chu Zhi Rou’s heart like a dagger.
[My face, my beautiful face!]
She absolutely could not be disfigured!
Chu Zhi Rou tearfully turned to Ye He Qi.
Jiang Wan Sheng had just destroyed the Chu Clan’s spirit pill deal; he clearly wouldn’t spare Ah Sheng, but Big Brother was different!
If Big Brother spoke, even Jiang Wan Sheng would give him some face!
Chu Zhi Rou’s tearful face might have inspired sympathy, but now half of her face was ruined.
Considering the upcoming cooperation with the Chu Clan, Ye He Qi stepped forward, gently taking the handkerchief from Shi Zi Chu.
Chu Zhi Rou’s eyes widened slightly.
[It’s Big Brother’s handkerchief again!]
Ye He Qi’s gesture immediately attracted everyone’s attention.
Shi Zi Chu raised her gaze, exchanging a brief glance with Ye He Qi.
The deal was struck.
“Daoist Shi is kind-hearted,” Ye He Qi deliberately said in disgust to annoy Shi Zi Chu, smiling warmly as he continued, “A woman’s face is incredibly precious, and besides, you’re fellow sisters.”
Ye He Qi’s revenge was truly thorough!
Wasn’t he simply getting even for her earlier teasing?
Without the handkerchief, Shi Zi Chu pulled her sleeve to slightly cover her face, sighing, “Never mind. Since we’re fellow disciples, I’ll repay evil with kindness.”