Chapter 3: 7.第7章 卿本天才(3)

“Who is that...”

Sitting in the main seat of the martial arena was an old man with white hair, looking extremely peaceful and vigorous.

This person was none other than the head of the Nalan family, Nalan Yunqi.

Standing to his right was another old man who had already risen, though he appeared slightly younger than Nalan Yunqi. His eyes were somewhat small, squinting from time to time with the slightest movement of his facial expressions, giving off an air of extreme shrewdness.

He was Nalan Yunqi's second brother, Nalan Chengyi.

Nalan Chengyi said, "It's nothing, just someone with a useless brain running in here."

To the left of Nalan Yunqi was his third brother, who looked to be in his sixties, Nalan Wenming.

These three men were the current great elders of the Nalan Estate.

Nalan Wenming glanced at his second brother, Nalan Chengyi, and said, "Since when did our estate start letting even fools in?"

Nalan Chengyi laughed. "Who knows!"

Nalan Yunqi stroked his long beard, pondered for a moment, and suddenly stood up, looking toward Nalan Zhenyue through the dense crowd.

All three old men stood up.

It was at this moment that Nalan Zhenyue, who was being forcibly squeezed in the middle, moved.

She made her move.

Her expression was solemn, as if covered by a layer of freezing frost, as she raised her knee and struck toward Auntie Chen's stomach.

Caught off guard, Auntie Chen let out a cry of pain and released Nalan Zhenyue's hand to clutch her stomach, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead.

Xiuyun was already startled by Situ Zhenyue's transformation, and seeing her actually strike Auntie Chen, she was even more stunned.

During that brief moment of Xiuyun's daze, Situ Zhenyue put all her strength into her elbow. With a sudden thrust, Xiuyun was struck and sent reeling backward, falling to the ground.

The disciples, who had previously found the scene boring, shifted their gazes over, just in time to witness this: Situ Zhenyue raised her foot and stomped directly onto Xiuyun's face. The blow was not light; some people even heard the sound of a nose breaking.

Everyone was stunned. What was she doing?!

"Am I dizzy? If I'm dizzy, then where are you? Did you come to the martial arena for testing or to participate in the summoning ceremony? Have you perhaps forgotten your own identity? It seems you need me to teach you how you should behave, don't you?"

Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were filthy, and there were still traces of undried blood on her body, yet the words she spoke were incredibly forceful.

Those eyes, which had seemed somewhat dull due to the dirt and mess, became exceptionally vivid and dazzling under such dominance.

Xiuyun had been in so much pain she was nearly fainting; she wanted to speak, but no words would come out.

Beside her, Auntie Chen was even more terrified by Nalan Zhenyue's demeanor.

Many people were nearly popping their eyes out of their sockets.

Was this really Nalan Zhenyue?!

Was this the Nalan Zhenyue who wouldn't even fight back if you stabbed her with a knife, letting people beat and insult her?!

No way.

How could it be possible?!

But it truly was Nalan Zhenyue! It was her, the real deal, though it was no longer that same soul!

The soul had long since been exchanged.

Auntie Chen knew things were bad. Seeing Nalan Zhenyue treat Xiuyun this way, though terrified, she managed to react and practically crawled over. "Miss, Miss, we know we were wrong, please spare me and Xiuyun!"

Nalan Zhenyue shifted her gaze to Auntie Chen, looking at her through the messy hair. "You know you were wrong? What was your mistake? Why don't you tell me? Let me hear it."

"Miss..."

Nalan Zhenyue laughed, her voice extremely pleasant and melodious, like the sound of a musical instrument. "Oh, look at my useless brain, I actually forgot..." She paused, her voice darkening as she continued, "Didn't you just say you were going to send me out into the streets to be a beggar?"