Chapter 3: Third Young Lady is Hitting People

Qu Mu Siqi’s eyes widened in fury as she reached out a hand in a fit of rage, swinging it toward Qu Mu Ningbi’s plain, unremarkable face. Qu Mu Ningbi reacted with lightning speed, catching Qu Mu Siqi’s palm mid-swing. Had that blow landed, her face would likely have been ruined; Qu Mu Siqi had clearly intended to strike a vicious, crippling blow. To see if she had the capability to finish her off, Qu Mu Ningbi’s cold gaze deepened.

“Ah! You trash, how dare you fight back! Let go of me at once!” Qu Mu Siqi looked at her younger sister in horror, a hint of fear creeping into her eyes. Was this really the same trash who never fought back when beaten or scolded?

Just as Qu Mu Siqi stared at Ningbi in a daze, Qu Mu Ningbi curled her lips into a faint smile. Qu Mu Siqi felt as if she were looking at the smile of a demon and realized something was terribly wrong, but her hand was gripped so tightly it throbbed with pain. With a crisp “slap,” a red, swollen welt appeared on Qu Mu Siqi’s right cheek. The servants nearby all widened their eyes—had the Third Miss undergone a personality transplant?

Ningbi had used so much force that a trickle of blood soon seeped from the corner of Qu Mu Siqi’s mouth. Ningbi released her grip, and Qu Mu Siqi collapsed to the ground, clutching her face and groaning. The servants were stunned into silence. Qu Mu Siqi’s maid was the first to react, rushing to help her mistress up. Qu Mu Siqi quickly regained her senses, glaring ferociously at the person before her.

“Qu Mu Ningbi, you are simply courting death!” The world’s number one trash dared to act so arrogantly here. Qu Mu Siqi was blinded by rage; having lost her reason, she failed to notice the change in Qu Mu Ningbi. However, Qu Mu Yanyu, who had been standing to the side, was deep in thought. Qu Mu Ningbi noticed this as well. *Heh, giving her a taste of her own medicine will help her learn a lesson.*

Qu Mu Ningbi’s laughter rang out like silver bells, crisp and melodious, but a murderous intent permeated the air along with it. In an instant, Qu Mu Ningbi regained her focus. Her lotus steps moved like the wind, swift as a fleeting shadow, as she struck out at Qu Mu Siqi. She knew this was a rare opportunity; after all, this was a continent that relied on Xuanling, and if she waited for Qu Mu Siqi to unleash her Xuanling, she would likely be unable to suppress her.

Just as the tip of her blade was about to strike, her figure flashed in a bizarre, uncanny way. Qu Mu Siqi felt a shiver of dread, but that momentary hesitation was all Qu Mu Ningbi needed. Her hand turned rapidly, thrusting straight toward Qu Mu Siqi’s throat. What was the most important thing for an assassin? Speed! That split second was more than enough for Qu Mu Ningbi.

“Do you want to die?” Her cold, sharp voice rang out with such force that the onlookers fell into a sudden, heavy silence. One had to understand the implications of this woman, known as the world’s number one trash, subduing the Second Miss of the Qu Mu Sect—a third-level Xuanling practitioner—in a single move. The trash was defying the heavens!

Qu Mu Siqi’s face turned pale as she stared at the scene in disbelief. However, the icy sensation against her throat forced her to realize that she had actually been subdued in one move by a piece of trash.

“You keep calling me trash, yet now that you’ve been defeated by this trash, doesn’t that make you even worse than trash?” Ningbi parted her thin lips, spitting out these words coldly, shocking everyone present.

“The Third Miss is hitting people!” “The Third Miss is hitting people!” Before long, the entire Qu Mu Sect knew: the Third Miss, the world’s number one ugly, number one double-trash, had hit someone. And she had hit the most favored Second Miss, knocking her to the ground with a single slap. Had the Third Miss, born with zero Xuanling, finally gone insane?

Soon, this news became the talk of the town, a piece of gossip for the common folk of the Dongling Continent and beyond to discuss after their meals.