Chapter 3: 003. Abuse

003. The reason she wasn't feeling mistreated wasn't because she hadn't been able to drown Yun Qin for so long, but rather because Yun Qin's performance had truly shocked her.

Before the age of eight, it was true that Yun Qin was a praised genius, but ever since her dantian was destroyed at age eight, she had become a useless person without spiritual power.

Perhaps because the fall from genius to trash was too great, she had become self-deprecating and cowardly from then on, no longer speaking to others, and even refusing to step out of this Biqin Garden without reason.

But just now, she had actually fought back, and her movements were swift and decisive, without any hesitation!

Could this be the explosive power one possesses when on the brink of death? This was the most powerful explanation Yun Mo gave herself.

The maids who had been acting against Hong Xiao immediately stopped their movements as well. She actually didn't die?

It was just that Hong Xiao lay unconscious on the ground, her face flushed a purplish-red, and it was unknown whether she was dead or not.

While Yun Mo and the others were in a daze, Yun Qin coughed up a lot of water, feeling less uncomfortable. Her clear, star-like eyes scanned halfway around before finally landing on Yun Mo, instantly turning cold.

This woman wanted her life?

"Jianren, what kind of look is that?" As soon as Yun Mo snapped out of it, she met Yun Qin's icy gaze. Annoyed, she took down the Seven-Exquisite Exquisite Whip hanging from her waist and swung it toward her.

However, before the whip could land on Yun Qin, she firmly grabbed the end of it.

Yun Mo pulled a few times but couldn't budge it even a fraction, and she immediately grew angry. "Jianren, let go!"

Yun Qin asked coldly, "Who is Jianren talking about?"

"Jianren is talking about you!"

"Pfft." Yun Qin laughed in derision. "You certainly have a lot of self-awareness."

Realizing that she was actually being teased by a piece of trash like Yun Qin, Yun Mo couldn't help but feel humiliated and enraged. "Are you going to let go or not?"

"You say let go and I just let go? Do you take me for a fool?"

"Even if you aren't a fool, you are still trash." As Yun Mo spoke, she mobilized her spiritual power and injected it into the whip.

Yun Qin only felt a massive force suddenly push against her. She didn't even have time to let go of the whip to dodge; she was forcibly sent flying several meters, falling backward onto the ground, and sliding several more meters before she was forced to stop against the edge of a flowerbed.

"Puff!"

Her back felt as if it were being burned by the coarse bluestone floor, and her internal organs felt as if they were shattering. Suddenly, a metallic sweetness rose in her throat. Yun Qin tried to suppress it but couldn't; clutching her chest, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

She looked at Yun Mo with furrowed brows. Was that spiritual power? Was it that this body was too weak, or was the spiritual power too domineering? This was practically the rhythm of being beaten like a dog!

"Hehe, trash is just trash." Yun Mo walked toward Yun Qin with elegant steps, mocking her: "Yun Qin, if you want to fight me, you are far from it."

"..." Yun Qin found it hard to express her bitterness.

She was originally the top-tier 21st-century assassin Lin Qiao. Her soul had been forcibly brought to this otherworldly realm called the Haotian Continent by the Black and White Holy Bead. Just as she entered Yun Qin's body, she discovered she was about to be drowned; that suffocating sensation of approaching death had caused her to fight back instinctively without much thought.

Her past experiences allowed her to remain calm in the face of any sudden situation. Even something as inconceivable as transmigration, she could accept calmly; it was merely changing places and living with a different identity.

However, was death ultimately unavoidable?

But if she died, would she be able to return to the modern era?

Only, at that time, the light had covered Wu Xie at the same time. Had he also been brought to this other world?

No, before it was certain that Wu Xie was here, she could not die!

"Yun Qin, let me tell you, the Seventh Prince belongs to me! Only I, Yun Mo, am worthy of such a world-shakingly stunning figure!" Yun Mo stopped in front of Yun Qin, stepping her foot onto Yun Qin's chest, looking down at her with a condescending gaze, looking as if she were certain of her victory.

*Sigh!* Yun Qin sighed inwardly.

She had inherited the original owner's memories and knew that this so-called Seventh Prince, Cang Yun, was Yun Qin's fiancé.

But speaking of this Cang Yun, she couldn't help but shed a tear of sympathy for the original owner.