Chapter 4: Who is Actually the Useless One in Chapter Four?

"Useless?" Huan Yao's cold lips suddenly let out a sneer.

A sinister, cold light flashed through her faint gaze as she caught the orange-clad girl's long whip with her bare hands.

With a sudden tug, the long whip in the orange-clad girl's hand fell into Huan Yao's grasp. As if it had gained a life of its own, it traced several elegant arcs through the air before striking fiercely toward the girl's shoulder.

Her movements were as fast as a ghost. Before Rong Qian'er could even react, the clothing on her shoulder had split open, and a terrifying scar was already imprinted upon her fair, smooth skin.

A look of horror washed over Rong Qian'er's exquisite face. Before she could react, the long whip in Huan Yao's hand lashed out again toward Rong Qian'er's other shoulder.

"Sss..." The pain of her skin tearing caused Rong Qian'er to gasp, her crimson lips turning pale.

Rong Qian'er had never imagined that the trash she once trampled under her feet and manipulated at will would one day strike back—and that her spiritual power would actually be superior to hers!

"Now, tell me, who is the useless one?" Huan Yao's voice wasn't loud; it was as light as a feather, yet to the listener, it felt like hail in the dead of winter, incredibly freezing.

As her words fell, the long whip in Huan Yao's hand rose once more, but this time, the target was Rong Qian'er's exquisite face.

Hua Jinse's memories told her that this very face had once been lashed by Rong Qian'er's whip; had Hua Jinse not dodged in time, this face would have been ruined long ago.

"Ah...!" Seeing the whip flailing toward her, Rong Qian'er let out a scream and collapsed onto the ground.

However, just as the whip was about to touch Rong Qian'er's terrified face, it suddenly snapped into two pieces.

"Since when did you gain such ability?" Rong Jin gripped his pitch-black sword, his expression dark. His efficient, Suzhou-embroidered moonlight-colored long robe accentuated his tall and upright figure.

His ink-like sword brows furrowed slightly, and his sharp, well-defined features exuded a compelling aura of wickedness.

Seeing Rong Jin arrive, the grievances and humiliations Rong Qian'er had suffered instantly turned into tears. "Brother, you must teach this useless girl a lesson for me and ruin her face!"

"Do I need to report to you to know when I have such ability?" Huan Yao let out a cold snort, casually tossing the severed whip onto the ground.

It was now late autumn, and the weather was growing colder by the day. Yet, Huan Yao wore only summer clothes, which were torn in several places, and her exposed skin was covered in both old and new scars.

But these were merely external injuries; they did not affect Huan Yao's ability to utilize her spiritual power in the slightest.

"You are not Hua Jinse. Hua Jinse's spiritual power would definitely not reach the third stage of the Red Rank." Rong Jin's deep eyes coldly scanned Huan Yao's body.

"Whether I am or am not, what does it have to do with you?" Huan Yao curled her lips, pointing at Rong Qian'er beside Rong Jin and saying fiercely, "You'd better make your sister watch her mouth, otherwise, sooner or later, I will pluck out her tongue to use as a side dish for my wine."

Calling her "useless" time and time again—she truly loathed that word being used against a genius girl like her.

"Brother, what are you standing there for? Kill her quickly to avenge me!" Upon hearing this, Hua Qian'er's anxious expression instantly turned sinister.

Huan Yao's lips curled coldly, and there was not a trace of fear in her dark eyes. Spiritual power surged within her dantian, as if she were prepared for a massive fight.

That soul-shaking, powerful aura alone caused the surrounding atmosphere to instantly depress.

Rong Jin was startled. Was such a powerful aura truly being released from this raggedly dressed young girl before him?!!