Chapter 297: 297: Combat where the strong bully the weak
"What exactly are you? How come I’ve never heard of you before?" The Red Lady bit her lip, looking both pitiful and angrily at Mu Qiuniang.
At this moment, she was trapped in mid-air, with no way to advance or retreat, and was essentially at a dead end.
"What does who I am have to do with you? From the moment you targeted my husband, your fate was sealed!"
Because Jiang Nuo couldn’t fly yet, Mu Qiuniang could only enlarge her brush, turning it into a flying vessel to carry him.
She was still angry, so she didn’t bother with Jiang Nuo, directly shoving him behind her without even glancing at him.
Jiang Nuo was very sensible, knowing it wasn’t the time to act spoiled or ask questions, remaining obedient and quiet.
Mu Qiuniang couldn’t vent her anger on Jiang Nuo, so she could only find someone else to bear her wrath, and unfortunately, the Red Lady played that role.
With a cold face, the imposing aura of a superior radiated from Mu Qiuniang, pressing down on the Red Lady so heavily that it left her breathless.
This time, the Red Lady’s face turned pale.
What a trouble! If this woman had shown this aura earlier, she’d have surrendered and fled, so why even fight?
She hurriedly kneeled down, "Immortal, spare my life! I didn’t mean to offend your man, it was truly out of desperation..."
Explanations? Mu Qiuniang waved her hand, causing the flying sword under the Red Lady’s feet to shatter into pieces.
The Red Lady dared not utter a sound, only feeling a stabbing pain in her heart; her lifebound magical artifact was destroyed, and she suffered a massive backlash, bearing nearly half of the pain from its destruction.
Blood dripped from her mouth; she bit her lip hard, even tearing the skin, but didn’t dare to cry out in pain.
What a joke!
Now that the Immortal was truly angry, having already angered her, it was uncertain whether she could survive, let alone dare provoke her further.
Of course, at the moment her lifebound magical artifact was destroyed, she steeled herself and crushed something, seeking rescue from her master.
This item was only available to direct disciples of the master, and could only be used at a critical moment of life and death, otherwise, she would face severe punishment from her sect.
After all, there were so many in the sect, but if everyone kept asking for help, their elders would do nothing else but rescue them for a lifetime.
Having lost her flying sword, the Red Lady fell toward the ground, with white rose vines entwining her waist, suspending her in mid-air.
The Red Lady’s heart was filled with fear and dread. She knew that the opponent didn’t need to make any other moves; she would be smashed to pieces if she fell from such a height.
What frightened her more was the fact that this woman was truly formidable, far beyond her expectations in cultivation.
Even her master needed to rely on other tools to fly, yet this woman could send spirit plants that naturally grew on the ground into the sky, proving that—she could fly with just one spell!
And to achieve this, how powerful must she be?!
This ray of distress light, given Mu Qiuniang’s skills, how could she not notice?
When she first joined the sect, her master and senior brothers prepared various distress talismans for her; she’d seen so many, they were nothing new to her.
Senior brother even collected all sorts of distress tools that appeared at the time, carefully explaining each one to her, to ensure she eliminated threats thoroughly when training outside.
If she didn’t remember well enough, though he wouldn’t hit her, he wouldn’t allow her to eat; starving her for a few meals was permissible.
And more cruelly, while she couldn’t eat, they prepared all sorts of delicious foods and ate them right in front of her.
This is also why Mu Qiuniang later developed cooking skills comparable to the God of Cooking.
Senior brother said, "It’s better to rely on yourself than to rely on others!"
Mu Qiuniang deeply agreed.
"Quite the stubborn one!" Mu Qiuniang said lightly, exuding authority without anger.
The Red Lady’s heart skipped a beat, "I’m just a minor person who doesn’t dare! I only didn’t dare to make a sound for fear of startling the Immortal..."
As she spoke, she also struggled to control the pain in her chest.
She didn’t know when her master would arrive, so she could only stall for time, hoping for a sliver of life.
"Humph! Afraid to startle?" Mu Qiuniang sneered, "You already dared to lay hands on my husband, and you’re afraid to startle?"
"Spare my life, Immortal, I truly didn’t know he was your man. If I had known, even with a thousand or ten thousand guts, I wouldn’t dare lay a hand..."
Every cultivator cherishes their life. Because only by living longer can one progress further, increasing the chances of ascending to immortality.
"You’re saying it’s not your fault, and you blame me for not telling you he’s my man?" Mu Qiuniang raised an eyebrow.
Though her expression was cold, with no significant change, it indeed emanated a dangerous aura.
Even Jiang Nuo, hiding behind her, faintly felt that this was her true self.
The Mu Qiuniang he usually saw reined in her dazzling aura, appearing as an ordinary person, not the cultivator worshipped by the entire Mu family and her master.
At that moment, he seemed to feel something!
"No, no, no!" The Red Lady shook her head desperately, ignoring her pain, "I dare not, I truly didn’t mean it that way, it’s all my fault for being ignorant, for not hearing of the Immortal, causing such a grave mistake, I deserve death..."
"If you deserve to die, shouldn’t you just go die?"
"Spare my life, Immortal, I am a Yun Sect disciple, please look on behalf of my sect, and the fact that your man was unharmed, spare my life..."
If there were ground, the Red Lady’s kowtowing might have already broken her forehead.
But kneeling mid-air to kowtow wasn’t easy. Her naturally pitiable appearance, along with her current pathetic state, easily evoked sympathy.
Although Jiang Nuo had entered the Cultivation World, he was always protected by Mu Qiuniang, never truly exposed to its brutality.
Words, without images and sound, can never be as direct, as shocking!
Just like now, though he knew the Red Lady was wrong, and Mu Qiuniang was standing up for him, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy seeing her so pitiful.
He discreetly poked Mu Qiuniang’s back, whispering, "Look how pitiful she is, and nothing happened to me. Maybe we can forgive her? Make a mountain out of a molehill."
Mu Qiuniang felt a blockage in her chest, suffocating with frustration. She was avenging him, wasn’t she?
Did he even understand what the Cultivation World was?
If she had been a step late, even with ten lives, she couldn’t have saved him.
"You..." Mu Qiuniang almost wanted to slap him.
Kindness isn’t meant for moments like this. Could he stop being so foolish?