Wulshan was someone she needed to scheme against, let alone have the time to deal with Zheng Wei on the other side.
Zheng Wei’s gaze towards Mo Ji grew colder, his attacks becoming increasingly fierce, as if he wished he could kill this woman with a single sword strike right then and there.
In his past life, he had a scar on his face and a dense aura of killing intent due to various circumstances, so no woman liked him.
Naturally, he didn't want to love any woman either.
Therefore, he had never experienced anything like this before.
In this life, he met Shen Xiao Yan. Not only did the scar on his face disappear completely, but his entire demeanor also softened due to this peaceful and warm life.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this that these women were not afraid of him, each one flocking to his side, bothering him to no end.
However, after these experiences, Zheng Wei felt that he now knew what he should do in the future.
“What are you thinking, Young Master? Are you feeling shy, so you’re waiting for me to take the initiative and conquer you?”
Mo Ji spoke, no longer dodging. She extended her right hand, seemingly slowly but actually incredibly fast, and used her index and middle fingers to pinch the sword tip.
Zheng Wei exerted force, but found that the sword remained motionless, refusing to obey his command.
“Don’t rush, Young Master, I’m coming,” Mo Ji said. Her fingers exerted a gentle force, and the sword tip snapped off. Not only that, but the blade also broke into several pieces.
Zheng Wei looked at the sword hilt in his hand. Shock flashed in his eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared, and his expression returned to its previous impassive state.
“Heh…”
Mo Ji said nothing, giggling charmingly as she walked up to Zheng Wei and reached out to touch his face.
“Slap!”
Zheng Wei quickly raised his hand and fiercely struck Mo Ji’s face with the sword hilt in his hand.
With a crisp sound, Mo Ji’s face rapidly swelled.
“You…”
Mo Ji looked at Zheng Wei in disbelief.
She truly could not comprehend that someone would be unmoved by her beauty, let alone dare to slap her face when she was in front of him.
“Mo Ji…”
Wulshan had been paying attention to the commotion here. He was used to Mo Ji teasing handsome men and hadn’t paid much attention.
But who would have thought that this man would actually slap Mo Ji’s face so viciously.
Wulshan dodged Shen Xiao Yan’s attack and lunged towards Mo Ji.
Shen Xiao Yan looked at his retreating back, a hint of mockery rising to her lips. She activated her super ability, and in an instant, hundreds of long vines shot towards Wulshan, enveloping his body.
The vines spun and coiled rapidly, and Wulshan’s shadow slowly disappeared from Shen Xiao Yan’s sight, replaced by a massive sphere formed by the green vines.
Wulshan was also startled by the sudden turn of events, but he quickly calmed down.
Looking at the green wall in front of him, he was neither flustered nor hurried. He drew his sword and slashed at the wall.
“Bang, bang, bang.”
“Bang, bang, bang.”
Shen Xiao Yan heard the continuous thudding sounds from inside and a confident smile appeared on her face.
Hack away, no matter how much you hack, you won’t get out.
Wulshan swung his sword countless times, but it was completely useless. Not a single vine was cut.
“What’s going on?”
Wulshan stopped his actions and reached out to touch a vine, wanting to examine it carefully.
But the moment his hand touched the vine, it seemed to come alive, opening its mouth and biting his finger.
Wulshan was both shocked and terrified. Looking closely, he saw that a gap had appeared between two vines, trapping his finger.
Wulshan struggled with all his might to pull his hand free, but it was useless.
Slowly, he felt the index finger that was being clamped become increasingly painful, a searing pain that felt as if it would snap off in the next second.
“Ah!”
Just as this thought crossed Wulshan’s mind, his finger left the vine, but the excruciating pain that followed was because his index finger had been severed.
“Ah!”
Wulshan crouched on the ground, clutching his still bleeding hand, and howled in agony.
Shen Xiao Yan heard his cries from outside, and a sense of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.
Serves you right for being so meddlesome.
Meanwhile, after brutally slapping Mo Ji’s face, Zheng Wei turned and retreated before Mo Ji could react.
Mo Ji touched her cheek, looking at Zheng Wei, who was now a short distance away, with a complicated expression, unsure of what to do next.
“Mo Ji, what are you spacing out for? Kill that brat. Later, we’ll find you better ones. There’s no shortage of people here, and we’ll definitely find all sorts for you.”
A man fighting with Yi Zhi Xie saw Mo Ji standing there in a daze and knew she was having one of her bouts of infatuation. He quickly shouted, trying to snap her out of it.
Upon hearing his words, Mo Ji’s eyes slowly refocused, and the confusion on her face gradually faded, replaced by a blazing rage.
“You’re ungrateful, do you really think I’m interested in you?”
Mo Ji’s voice was still seductive, but it carried a chilling undertone. Combined with her long hair and robes that danced without wind, she looked somewhat like a female ghost.
Zheng Wei narrowed his eyes and took out another long sword from his spatial storage, adopting a defensive stance.
Just then, a white ermine suddenly darted out from somewhere.
It landed, first surveyed its surroundings, and then quickly ran to Zheng Wei’s side.
Zheng Wei looked at the white ermine that had suddenly appeared and then run to his side, a hint of doubt on his face.
This white ermine looked so familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before…
Suddenly, Zheng Wei’s eyes lit up. Wasn’t this the white ermine they had seen the day Bai Ying left?
But why would it appear here?
Could it be that Bai Ying and that woman were also here?
Just as Zheng Wei was wondering, something even stranger happened.
Because everyone, whether it was the enraged Mo Ji who had been about to attack, or the two men locked in a fierce battle with Yi Zhi Xie and Na Mu Zhong, stopped their actions. In unison, they all looked up at the sky.
Zheng Wei followed their gaze and saw two people standing in mid-air.
The two were suspended about seven to eight meters above the ground.
These two people were none other than Bai Ying and her master.
“Shi… Shi Bo.”
Mo Ji looked up at the sky for a long moment, surprise and confusion flashing in her eyes. But ultimately, all these emotions turned into fear.
Trembling, she addressed her grand-aunt and lowered her head, no longer daring to look up.
Shen Xiao Yan, watching from a distance, thought to herself that judging by Mo Ji’s demeanor, she probably wished she could burrow into the ground like a mouse and escape immediately.
But Shen Xiao Yan also didn’t understand. Weren’t they close relatives, calling her grand-aunt? Why was she so afraid?
“Who told you to come here? Have you forgotten all the sect rules?”
The tone was calm, but it carried an unspoken authority, as if a storm could break out at any moment.
“Did the three of you come together?”
After another half-moment, the voice echoed again. This time, Mo Ji and the other two dared not remain silent.
“Reporting to Shi Bo, Wulshan also came with us,” Mo Ji said, bracing herself.
“Oh? Where is he then?”
“Here.”
Shen Xiao Yan spoke loudly before Mo Ji could, winking at Bai Ying above.
Shen Xiao Yan clearly saw a smile flicker in Bai Ying’s eyes, but she remained silent, as if pondering something.
“Alright, you can let him out now,” the woman said blandly after looking at the giant green sphere for a moment.
There was no command in her tone, as if she were stating something very normal and ordinary.
Shen Xiao Yan felt no resistance. After all, even if she released Wulshan now, he would have no ability to resist.
After Shen Xiao Yan retracted the vines, she saw Wulshan curled up, trembling.
“What’s wrong?”
Mo Ji noticed something was wrong with Wulshan and quickly ran to his side, helping him to sit up.
As Wulshan sat up, Mo Ji saw a patch of blood on his chest, originating from his right index finger.
Although the bleeding had slowed, a little blood still seeped out intermittently, dripping down his finger and onto his chest.