Chapter 8: 008 [Heaven-Slaying Arc] Destroying the Body and Erasing the Traces

Her sharp, knife-like gaze swept over her other arm; there was nothing unusual about it. Suddenly, she remembered the scene in front of Moon-Printing Lake when Feng Han Tian had grabbed her hand and secretly circulated a surge of cold qi into her body.

Her eyes narrowed slightly in thought. Just then, the eerie sound of footsteps coming from outside made her ears twitch.

The door was kicked open heavily, and a thirteen-year-old girl dressed in pink maid attire burst in. A trace of disdain in her eyes indicated that she held this concubine-born, useless young lady in no regard whatsoever.

She was Feng Yunyi's personal maid, a second-stage Jade Step Warrior. Everyone serving in the General's Mansion was either a Warrior or an Arcane Master; there was no one like Feng Yunmo who couldn't refine anything at all. With the maid's cultivation, if it were the former Feng Yunmo, she could have killed her as easily as crushing an ant, but with the current Feng Yunmo, that was not necessarily the case.

Feng Yunmo closed her eyes and tilted her small face up slightly. A chill emanating from her own body swirled around her, cold and detached.

Dealing with a fool was a great humiliation for Hong Shao. She let out a cold laugh: "Fool, you actually know how to cultivate? Do you want your big sister to teach you?"

She walked toward Feng Yunmo step by step. However, Feng Yunmo remained focused on her own business, eyes closed and composed.

"Fool, don't think you can get away with just putting on an act and staying silent with your eyes closed. Hand over my young lady's hairpin!"

She reached out swiftly, aiming for Feng Yunmo's neck, squeezing with ruthless speed. However, at the critical moment, Feng Yunmo suddenly snapped her eyes open. Her eyes flashed with a brilliant, cold light, like an Asura from hell, capable of snatching the life of anyone in a crowd at any moment.

The moment Hong Shao's hand gripped Feng Yunmo's neck, she let out a muffled groan of pain. With just that single groan, her head tilted to the side, her eyes rolled back, and she died instantly.

When Lü Ying walked into the room, this was the scene she saw: Feng Yunmo was clutching Hong Shao's neck, her movement looking just like she was lifting a dead chicken.

Feng Yunmo released her hand, and Hong Shao's body slowly fell downward.

Lü Ying's mouth hung wide open, her eyes bulging larger than copper bells. She hurriedly closed the door and rushed to Feng Yunmo's side, saying, "Miss, that was the Fourth Young Lady's personal maid! How could you even kill her?"

What surprised Lü Ying even more was that she had never imagined her young lady could be this formidable.

Feng Yunmo curled the corners of her mouth. "If I didn't kill her, she would have killed me. Lü Ying, do you want your young lady to die at the hands of this slut?"

Lü Ying's expression changed, and she shook her head. "Of course not."

Feng Yunmo stood up and cast a cold glance at the corpse on the floor. "Don't worry, nothing will happen. Go find me a burlap sack!"

"Miss, what do you need a sack for?" Lü Ying looked bewildered.

Feng Yunmo raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"

Lü Ying muttered a few times and then obediently went to find the sack her young lady requested.

Feng Yunmo lowered her gaze and gave Hong Shao a sharp kick with her foot. Hong Shao rolled several times. This Hong Shao, relying on her master's status, had come to Wanyue Court every few days to brutally beat the former Feng Yunmo, treating her like a monkey for amusement.

Before long, Lü Ying walked into the room carrying a burlap sack. Just as the door was closing, a sudden, powerful gust of wind blew the door open.

"Ah..." The forceful wind hit Lü Ying's back, and she fainted on the spot.

A man wearing a black robe, possessing extremely handsome features, stepped elegantly over the threshold. He leaned lazily against the doorway, his gaze settling on Feng Yunmo. He raised an eyebrow slightly, his voice gentle and clear, yet carrying a faint, chilling edge: "Killed someone and now you want to destroy the evidence?"