Volume 1: Phoenix Nirvana, Reborn from the Flames Chapter 9: Still Far From Enough

  "Put on your clothes, and tell me, Madam and Uncle Qin, how I grasped the whip to lash myself into a body full of scars, how I crashed into the wall to bruise my whole body purple, and how I grabbed my own hair to crash into the wall until I died. If you can, Madam, please demonstrate it for me right now. If you can do that, then I, Qing Ge, will admit to this shameful name of crashing into the wall to death."

  It's been half a month, and the color is still so deep. At that time, how ruthless must have been used to leave such a mark. Everyone in their hearts couldn't help but sigh with regret and reluctance.

  Although he had seen the scars in the house before, when he saw them again, the boy's heart surged and a strange emotion flashed across his eyes. His hands clenched tightly into fists. Damn it! If she hadn't become stronger today, what kind of treatment would she have suffered?! Mu Jia, Mu Jia...

  The faint words in the wind reveal the truth, presenting facts to everyone. It's obvious that no one can grab their own hair and bang it against the wall, causing bruises, this is simply impossible, clearly someone else did it.

  The madam's eyes flashed with a sharp glint, her beautiful face radiating an appraising light. The girl standing before her, exuding an aura of unapproachability and noble elegance, was this really the same Mu Qing Ge who used to be so timid and reserved? What had caused such a drastic change in her personality in just half a month's time? Her quick-witted retorts and clear, logical statements were simply unimaginable!

  Was it the letter of divorce from the Emperor's eldest grandson? Does a person's brain become smarter after being stimulated?

  Damn it, she actually let her say these words in front of everyone. The madam was even more furious for a moment, but after all, she had also been fighting for many years and immediately changed the subject, putting on a gentle expression with some bitter and kind meaning: "Our Mu Fu is originally a martial general's family, not only is the old master a general, your older brother is also serving in the military, practicing martial arts has always been the custom of the Mu Fu. It's natural for sisters to have some collisions when they are competing with each other, this bruise will heal soon and it's nothing!"

  Is everything okay? A few casual words can shirk responsibility, but unfortunately, the original owner, Mu Qing Ge, was "tempered" to death. If she hadn't crossed over, no one would have taken care of this place for half a month, and it wouldn't be until the corpse started to rot that anyone would notice!

  She looks down on this prefecture.

  "Since martial arts training has always been a habit, it's inevitable that there will be some bumps and bruises along the way. My sister and cousin will be fine after a while." Qing Ge spoke in one breath without any hesitation or change of tone, her lips lightly opening to calmly and serenely return this sentence to Madame Dai.

  She wants her to bear the blame in vain, don't even think about it! You said it was a test of skill, then let's have a test of skill! These are your own words, see how you refute them!

  Always standing by, not speaking, Mu Zong Pei's eyes were filled with deep meaning as he gazed at Qing Ge. His mature and contracted pupils seemed to be sizing her up, so similar... That independent figure in the wind, with an aura of loneliness and a fearless demeanor, looked more and more like a person.

  The lady's face turned white and red, she was usually in the Mu mansion, except for the old master, what she said went, no one dared to say otherwise. Today, she was actually choked speechless, and that sly fox Fang Qing'er was also on the side, definitely rejoicing in her heart, and who knows how she would slander her behind her back, making her lose face, this made it difficult for her to be the mistress of the house in the future!

  "You, Mu Qing Ge! You hit your sister and cousin, and yet you still dare to argue, saying it was just a test of skills! What about the rules of our Mu family? How can we maintain our reputation in the imperial court from now on?" The madam's words were sharp and reasonable, with a self-righteous tone. With a wave of her hand, she ordered: "Zhang Wu, Wang Li, take Mu Qing Ge away and lock her up in the ancestral hall to kneel for three days! Don't allow anyone to bring her water or food until she admits her mistake!"

  Fang Qing'er batted her eyelashes, what's this, it's simply that she can't win an argument, so she resorts to force! This Qin Yanping is really formidable, no wonder the old master didn't want to go to her place, who would like a unreasonable woman? But it's good this way, otherwise how would she have had the opportunity?

  "Qin Yanping comes from a Jianghu school, Zhang Wugong and Li are the two bodyguards her father chose for her, their martial arts skills are not bad." The soft words entered Qingge's ears, the child's crisp voice rang out, frowned at the crowd in front of her without reaction, this sentence probably only she could hear, a secret transmission technique, one of the ancient ultimate skills.

  How did this boy know so much, even knowing the origin of Madame Mu's guards...

  Before she could think further, two men emerged from behind the madam, their muscular arms bulging under their plain clothes, revealing their strength as martial artists, and their prominent temples showing excellent internal skills.

  Not bad, those black-clad men in the evening didn't have much of a fight either. Now these two people look like they're just right for coming to practice their skills.

  "The great lady says I'm wrong and wants to lock up the ancestral hall! But it's not that easy to lock!" Qing Ge's whole body shook, as if her bones were loose, her left hand lightly pushed forward, her right palm facing upwards, towards the two men walking up, four fingers moved inwards.

  Two men clenched their fists, which were as big as pots. They were from the Jianghu and were most excited about fighting. With their solid internal martial arts skills, they looked down on others. Looking at the slender and weak girl in front of them with a hint of disdain in her eyes, they couldn't help but get angry, and their muscles swelled up, as hard as stone.

  The treetops sway, the stars twinkle.

  It is said in ancient times, two fists are no match for four hands.

  Four large fists came with a whistling sound, an overwhelming pressure that pressed down on Qing Ge. The people around looked at it in shock, such a fist, such strength, Big Sister would definitely be smashed to pieces!

  Look at Qingge again, standing still, eyes fixed, hair unmoving, as if stunned.

  What's wrong, scared silly? Also, such a powerful internal family master, they all looked at it with some fear, that fist is not something ordinary people can bear!

  The boy who had been sitting next to him, hiding his breath, had never taken his eyes off Qing Ge. Seeing her motionless now, he suddenly stood up, could she really be scared? His fingers instantly tightened around the hilt of his sword, and even he himself didn't notice that he was already in a ready-to-draw-sword stance!

  The tense atmosphere in the courtyard gradually intensified, and everyone was worried about the girl in the courtyard.

  Just as the four fists were about to arrive, Qing Ge's hands moved slowly and suddenly. One hand was like a spirit snake, grasping Wang Li's wrist, while the other hand was like an arrow, grasping Wang Li's shoulder. The movement was slow, but the force was swift and fierce. With a light swing, Wang Li's massive body crashed heavily into the wall, causing thick dust to fly up from the broken courtyard wall. Before everyone could react, Qing Ge borrowed momentum to assist her run, her agile body fluttering in mid-air like a butterfly. She jumped onto Zhang Wu's neck, and with a forceful twist of her feet, Wang Li's neck was twisted, his joints dislocated, and he convulsed and fell to the ground!

  "If you want to lock me up, you'd better come up with a convincing reason!" Qing Ge kicked Zhang Wu's body away with one foot and said coldly. Neijiaquan emphasizes hardness, but she used Taiji to overcome it with softness. This principle is understood by everyone; the key is whether or not you have the skill to use it well.

  These two are far from being as good as her.

  In an instant, the courtyard was eerily quiet, with the wind blowing away the silence that had settled on the ground.

  Everyone's eyes blinked repeatedly, in less than the time it takes to blink an eye, the usually useless eldest miss Mu Qing Ge actually took down two inner house experts.

  That slow and soft movement actually threw people out and slammed them against the wall, unable to move.

  It's too unbelievable, this is simply a one-hit kill.

  Her face is calm, her eyes are piercing, her bent back straightened, her timid eyes replaced by confident light, her stunning beauty blossomed at this moment. Her lips were not painted but had a natural rosy glow, her eyebrows were not drawn but were naturally beautiful, her slender eyebrows and phoenix-like eyes sparkled with spirit, her beautiful eyes shone brightly, her elegant appearance was naturally formed, the radiance between her eyes was dazzling, her black hair fluttered in the wind like mist, her whole body exuded an aura of nobility, like a phoenix soaring through the sky, her rough clothes could not conceal her.

  Is she still that little lady whose voice can be as soft as almost inaudible?

  Fang Qing'er seemed to be frightened by that punch, shrinking into Mu Zongpei's arms like a delicate flower. However, her eyes kept darting towards the courtyard, while also sneaking glances at Madame's expression. Seeing Madame's anger causing her whole body to tremble, with a smile of satisfaction on her lips, she thought: The more chaotic the Mu family is, the better. This way, she would have an opportunity.

  The wind carried a hidden murderous aura, permeating the entire courtyard, with each person harboring their own thoughts.

  "Master and mistress are here." A flurry of footsteps sounded, and Ping'er's figure appeared at the entrance of the small courtyard, with someone closely following behind her.

  Digression

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