Chapter 8: 12.第12章 卿本天才(8)

Nalan Zhenyue’s gaze shifted away, dimming slightly.

The young girl who had just spoken stepped forward. She wore a snow-white long dress and possessed a face of exquisite beauty; her eyebrows were like fine ink, her lips were naturally crimson without any adornment, her skin was snowy white, and her gaze was cold and clear. Her temperament was exceptionally cold and glamorous. Seeing Nalan Zhenyue avoid her in time, her brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of icy displeasure flickered in the depths of her eyes.

This woman was named Nalan Xue. Nalan Chengyi had two legitimate sons, and this Nalan Xue was the daughter of Nalan Chengyi’s younger son, Nalan Yisheng—a relatively outstanding legitimate daughter of the Nalan family.

The Black Snow Wolf from moments ago was Nalan Xue’s profound beast.

Nalan Zhenyue’s gaze met Nalan Xue’s. Although it was difficult to see clearly, Nalan Xue still caught sight of Nalan Zhenyue flashing her a provocative smile.

The aura surrounding Nalan Xue intensified.

The Black Snow Wolf stepped over Nalan Chen, gave a sudden spring with its hind legs, and rushed straight into Nalan Xue’s arms.

Unfortunately, the Black Snow Wolf accidentally stepped right on Nalan Chen’s manhood. At this moment, even without Nalan Zhenyue lifting a finger, Nalan Chen had already fainted from the pain, without even managing to let out a single cry.

Truly tragic.

Suddenly, Nalan Zhenyue laughed aloud. She reached out and tucked the hair that had been obscuring her face behind her ears; her movements were extremely light, yet they gave off an air of unrestrained elegance.

Her face was fully revealed. Although it was dirty, one could see her bright, clear eyes, shimmering like the bright moon in the sky, standing in stark contrast to the obvious messiness of her clothes.

The corners of her mouth curled upward. Though it was clearly a smile, it gave off a sense of cold detachment.

The disciples below were somewhat stunned.

Those who had bullied Nalan Zhenyue could not help but feel a surge of panic in their hearts.

Especially upon seeing a smile like that, they felt an inexplicable sense of dread seeping into their souls.

Nalan Zhenyue... how could she...

A very strange sensation coursed through their entire bodies.

"Do not try to act tough based on a momentary impulse; such a thing is not worth the loss," cold words slowly drifted from Nalan Xue’s mouth.

Nalan Zhenyue gave a hollow, mirthless smile and replied, "Are you threatening me?"

Nalan Xue let out a cold snort, her arrogant eyes scanning Nalan Zhenyue once more. "Do you think someone like you is qualified? Winning through petty tricks is not true strength at all."

Nalan Zhenyue’s eyes darkened slightly.

"According to your logic, then, launching a sneak attack when someone isn't looking is considered 'upright and honorable' for you?"

Nalan Xue’s expression shifted slightly, her eyes flashing with a sharp light. "Shut up!"

"This mouth is attached to my face. If I want to talk, that is my business. What can you do about it?"

Nalan Xue’s face instantly darkened.

The corners of Nalan Zhenyue’s mouth curled into a wicked arc, and her eyes crinkled into a smile.

"You're looking for death?!"

Nalan Zhenyue laughed out loud. "I'm afraid your head has been kicked by a donkey. I am living perfectly fine; why would I look for death?"

The surrounding disciples fell silent.

They hadn't expected Nalan Zhenyue to actually dare to confront Nalan Xue.

Nalan Xue was proud, possessed decent strength, and being of the direct lineage, Nalan Chengyi doted on her immensely. Therefore, many disciples in the manor feared Nalan Xue.

Everyone thought Nalan Xue would teach Nalan Zhenyue a lesson, but they never expected that Nalan Xue would actually laugh.

"You certainly have a sharp tongue!"

"Although I am very reluctant to hear praise from your mouth, out of politeness, I shall accept it."

"..."

Nalan Zhenyue was sufficiently shameless.

Nalan Xue’s laugh was cold, her gaze was cold, and her aura was even colder as she said slowly, "You are very confident. I wonder if you will be just as confident during the Summoner Ceremony... No, I forgot. You are incapable of becoming a Summoner. Look at my memory."

The gazes of the two women met, undercurrents surging between them.

"I understand, I understand. Since your head was kicked by a donkey, of course your memory would be poor."

"..."