Chapter 7: Pulling Up Grass by the Roots

“You just moved nothing more than an unimportant daughter of my Shao family, but my status is completely different from hers! I am the eldest young master of the Pengcheng Shao family. If anything goes wrong, you won't be able to bear the consequences! If you don't want to die, hurry up and detoxify me! Furthermore...”

Shao Kang'an’s eyes rolled around, and he once again revealed that lecherous expression. “Follow me home and serve me, your young master, well from now on. As for what happened today, I’ll cover for you. Otherwise, once I return and tell my father and the others, you’ll be in big trouble! Prepare yourself to be hunted by the entire Shao family! I see that you are delicate and beautiful and I cannot bear to strike you down; if you are willing to follow me properly, you will naturally live a life of luxury and ease without worries. Do not fail my good intentions.”

“As for that son of yours.” Shao Kang'an gave a disdainful snort. “He is not allowed to enter the gates of my Shao family. Don't worry, I won't mistreat him; I, your young master, will simply find a good family to raise him.”

As expected, an idiot! Lie Yan gave a cold, elegant smile, the corners of her lips curling slightly. “Thank you for the reminder.”

“Wh-what?” A bad premonition flashed through Shao Kang'an’s mind.

“You aren't going back.” Lie Yan’s lips spat out cold words, and Shao Kang'an’s eyes suddenly bulged.

Farewell!

Lie Yan’s eyes flashed with a cold light. With a lift of her foot, she kicked the Qinghong Sword into her hand, then pointed her finger at Shao Kang'an’s chest, flicking it inward with a "chi" sound.

This place was overgrown with long grass and desolate; it would likely be an hour or two before anyone passed by.

By then, the toxic smoke generated by the Thunderbolt Thunderfire Bombs would "consume" these two siblings completely, leaving not a single trace, as if these two had never existed in this world at all.

It was just a pity that she had consumed three extremely precious self-made Thunderbolt Thunderfire Bombs; it seemed she would have to use them more sparingly in the future.

If it weren't for the fact that these two siblings were not weak, she wouldn't have had to throw as many as three at once just to be safe; she was only being this cautious to prevent the toxic smoke from being insufficient.

Looking at it now, there was no need to waste three; one would probably have been quite enough.

Just thinking about it made her feel the sting. Previously at God-Binding Mountain, the mere collection of raw materials required for various hidden weapons had cost her over a year of time, and adding the carving, improvement, and production of the hidden weapons had consumed another two to three years. Every item she made was a precious masterpiece that truly needed to be used with great care.

Take these Thunderbolt Thunderfire Bombs for example; she had only made thirty in total. Using three in one go today truly made her heart ache the more she thought about it.

The Lie family had deep research into the path of hidden weapons, and Lie Yan had been an expert in this field in the modern era.

However, after transmigrating to ancient times, the facilities were backward and the conditions were not permitting. Many components of the hidden weapons could not be manufactured with the same precision as in the modern era; she could only succeed through constant improvement and racking her brains to use other things as substitutes. This was also one of the main reasons that slowed down her production process.

Fortunately, in the path of hidden weapons, the more one makes, the more skilled one becomes. As long as one succeeds in making them once, it becomes much easier in the future.

Ever since she transmigrated to this Red Maple Continent and discovered that she possessed what people commonly called a "先天废灵根" (Innate Waste Spirit Root), she had actively begun crafting hidden weapons for self-defense. After all, on this continent where martial arts were supreme, there was absolutely no way for a weakling to survive.

For example, the one who died on the day of childbirth—this ancient Lie Yan, though sharing the same name as her, had a personality that was the polar opposite of hers, worlds apart...

The so-called Innate Waste Spirit Root meant a wretched child who, no matter how much they cultivated, could never break through to the first level of the Houtian Realm! On this Red Maple Continent, the first level of the Houtian Realm was the lowest existence among cultivators; above that were the Xiantian Realm, Foundation Establishment Realm, Golden Core Realm, and so on. Each major realm was divided into ten minor realms, and Lie Yan was someone who couldn't even reach the most, most basic first level of the Houtian Realm!

How tragic!

Soon, Lie Yan walked out from the thick fog. Her jade-white fingers pulled up Huo'er's small hand, and she pinched her son's rosy little cheek, smiling. "Son, let's go."