510: Trembling with Fear
Divine Lord Zhiming's "apologetic" attitude was quite good, his words instantly soothing Jiang Mo's anger.
Today, because of that strange rain, most of the day had already been wasted. If the rain stopped now, Jiang Mo might still be able to rush around for challenges, but looking at the incessant pitter-patter outside Zhiming Hall, this rain showed no sign of stopping. The system refused to pause the task, and Jiang Mo was feeling quite troubled. Divine Lord Zhiming's offer to serve as a transportation array was extrely thoughtful.
The bristling little tiger imdiately retracted her claws, pursed her lips, and ultimately suppressed her temper—not to ntion she needed Divine Lord Zhiming's help next, she still had to co back tomorrow to get beaten again.
"Fine, fine then. I'll trouble Divine Lord for this," Jiang Mo replied dejectedly.
Seeing the little tiger's dispirited appearance, Yun Qingyue couldn't help but feel a bit heartbroken and placed her hand on Jiang Mo's nape, gently squeezing it. Divine Lord Zhiming rely smiled, not taking the cub's irritation to heart, and casually tore open a spatial rift: "Alright, go ahead. Many people are gathered in Lingyun Hall right now, so this trip will save you a lot of trouble."
This was true. Although apart from the powerful figures in Lingyun Hall, Jiang Mo had many regular challenge targets, as she leveled up, the number of people she could challenge was gradually decreasing. Those powerful figures in Lingyun Hall had once again beco her main source of rewards.
Jiang Mo had just been beaten by Divine Lord Zhiming, so she wasn't polite with him now. She pulled her senior sister toward the spatial rift. But just before stepping into the rift, she suddenly turned back and made a face at Divine Lord Zhiming, then ran away with her senior sister... Looking at her lively behavior, she seed utterly childish, especially knowing she would return tomorrow for another beating.
Fortunately, Divine Lord Zhiming rely snorted lightly, not taking it to heart.
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Divine Lord Zhiming's spatial passage was quite convenient—even thousands of miles could be traversed in a single step. Jiang Mo pulled Yun Qingyue into the rift, and with one step forward, the scenery changed. What magnificent and solemn hall could this be but Lingyun Hall?
With Divine Lord Zhiming's assistance in sending them, the commotion created was naturally significant. At the very least, the suddenly appearing spatial rift was noticed almost imdiately by everyone in the hall. Initially, they thought Divine Lord Zhiming would arrive, so everyone set aside their current tasks and gathered around the rift to wait. In the end, they didn't see Divine Lord Zhiming but instead welcod Jiang Mo and Yun Qingyue.
Watching the two erge hand in hand from the spatial rift, everyone showed slight surprise: "Jianbing, Qingyue, why have you co?"
Jiang Mo looked at the powerful figures around her, as if seeing the recovered abundance of rewards, and was absolutely delighted. She was about to answer when she suddenly felt a chilling gaze fall upon her, making the tiger instinctively bristle.
The little tiger instantly beca vigilant. But when she prepared to search for the source of that gaze with caution, the gaze mysteriously disappeared. This didn't reassure Jiang Mo; instead, it made her even more wary—what was going on? Everyone in Lingyun Hall should be on the sa side, so who would look at her with such dangerous intent? Could there be a spy in the hall, or had soone unwittingly been contaminated by demonic energy?!
Thinking of this, Jiang Mo instinctively tightened her grip on Yun Qingyue's hand. However, her senior sister, who was usually perfectly in sync with her, failed to understand her aning this ti. Under the gaze of the gathered elders, Yun Qingyue attempted to withdraw her hand, and when unsuccessful, actively answered the previous question.
After briefly explaining the purpose of their visit, these gathered powerful figures instantly lost interest—they were all busy, already burdened with nurous matters, and now this strange rain had further disrupted everyone's plans. Especially Peak Master Qingyuan and Peak Master Qinglan, who were still researching the demonic barrier outside. Just as they were making progress but unable to delve deeper, their steps were hindered again by this strange rain.
The two had no interest in getting involved with other matters and were the first to turn and leave after hearing Yun Qingyue's explanation. As the others were about to disperse, Zhu Baiyi voluntarily spoke up: "I happen to be free now, so I'll have a match with Jianbing."
Jiang Mo hadn't detected the approaching danger. Hearing this, her eyes imdiately brightened, and she looked gratefully at Sect Leader Zhu—as expected, her mother-in-law was reliable. When she had first challenged everyone, it was her mother-in-law who had taken the initiative to pave the way for her. Today, when the atmosphere was different and no one wanted to entertain her, it was still her mother-in-law who stepped forward to help her get started.
What a kind person!
Jiang Mo's eyes curved into a smile as she bowed to Sect Leader Zhu: "In that case, many thanks to Sect Leader."
Zhu Baiyi also smiled, a very kind smile, while adjusting her sleeves: "Not at all, it's just a small matter, a re trifle." As she spoke, she glanced at the foolish Jiang Mo and hypocritically reminded her before taking action: "Jianbing, be careful."
With that said, her figure flashed, and unexpectedly, she rushed forward...
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"Bang!" The sound of flesh heavily colliding with the hard ground made everyone who heard it wince, feeling a shared pain... But this was only the beginning. As they heard it more often, they grew accustod to it.
Everyone beca used to the sound of Jiang Mo being thrown, and Jiang Mo almost got used to being thrown as well, crying out in pain with an "Ouch!"
To be honest, White Tigers had tough skin and thick flesh. This level of being tossed around would only cause her pain, with extrely minimal injury—Sect Leader Zhu's original intention may not have been to severely injure or kill her, but her own daughter had been silently taken away by this tiger cub. She naturally needed to vent her anger, and a thorough beating to make her suffer so physical hardship was appropriate.
When Yun Qingyue first saw Sect Leader Zhu getting serious, she was very worried, gripping her sleeves tightly. Fortunately, she had already witnessed Divine Lord Zhiming in action, and in comparison, Sect Leader Zhu's attacks could be described as gentle.
She therefore cald down slightly, and upon closer observation, her heart suddenly sank—she wasn't very familiar with Sect Leader Zhu, but the two had interacted for quite so ti, and she knew the other wasn't an unreasonable person. Looking at her current angry expression, Yun Qingyue could think of no other reason besides herself.
Thinking of this, Yun Qingyue felt sowhat guilty, the kind of guilt that cos from doing sothing bad behind elders' backs. She secretly glanced toward her master, only to be caught red-handed. The mont their eyes t, she knew her master was also aware.
Yun Qingyue's cheeks gradually burned. She had originally wanted to stop Sect Leader Zhu, but now she simply didn't have the courage to speak up.
anwhile, Jiang Mo hadn't realized why she was receiving this severe beating. She lay bewildered on the ground, looking up at the wooden ceiling of the great hall. As she stared, a figure entered her field of vision. From this angle, Sect Leader Zhu's form seed infinitely taller. Jiang Mo felt inexplicable pressure and scooted back two steps: "Sect-Sect Leader?"
Sect Leader Zhu raised her chin slightly, without wasting words: "Get up."
Jiang Mo wanted to cry. Her injuries weren't severe, and having just consud the spirit liquid given by Divine Lord Zhiming, she was almost healing as quickly as she was being injured. But not being injured didn't an it didn't hurt—she felt like she was in agony, but for the sake of the task, conceding was impossible.
The little tiger didn't obediently get up; instead, she rolled to the side like she was shirking, then squeezed out a fawning smile: "Sect Leader, if I've done sothing wrong, just tell and I'll change."
Zhu Baiyi finally lowered her head to look at her, raised an eyebrow, and glanced toward Yun Qingyue.
Jiang Mo wasn't completely foolish, and she finally understood why her mother-in-law was beating her so severely. But this was sothing she couldn't possibly change. She didn't waste words now, directly covering her head with both hands and resigning herself: "Alright, I understand. If you're still not happy, Sect Leader, just continue." In any case, she would never admit her mistake, much less repent.
Zhu Baiyi was both angry and amused. She wanted to continue beating the tiger, but seeing her giving up like this made it seem pointless. She stepped forward and nudged the shirking tiger with her toe: "Get up. Aren't you Jianbing? Aren't you embarrassed?"
Was it embarrassing? Of course it was. From the mont Jiang Mo covered her head and gave up, the people of Xuanqing Sect averted their gazes, unable to bear watching.
Jiang Mo's ears twitched; she actually knew her current appearance was embarrassing. But what could she do when her mother-in-law wanted to teach her a lesson? She couldn't win in a fight, and even if she could, she shouldn't fight back. Apart from obediently taking the beating, what other option did she have?
Perhaps seeing her shaless appearance was truly embarrassing. At first, Sect Leader Zhu felt both angry and amused, but now only anger remained. She snorted coldly, just about to use more force to beat this shaless creature up, when suddenly a figure appeared before her. Her anger imdiately stalled, and she stamred: "Qingyu, you..." Was she going to stop her from disciplining Jianbing?
Zhu Baiyi couldn't finish her question, nor did she need to. Because Qingyu stood in front of her without making eye contact; on the contrary, she had her back to Zhu Baiyi. Then she was heard slowly drawing her sword, saying: "Get up."
The sa words, but when her master said them coldly, they sounded much more imposing than when the Sect Leader had said them.
Accompanied by the slow sound of the sword being drawn, Jiang Mo imdiately jerked upright, flipping over to stand—after being beaten for so long, she still appeared vibrant and energetic, indicating she could endure many more beatings.
Such a thought flashed through Zhu Baiyi's mind. Looking at Qingyu's straight back, she suddenly felt a bit of schadenfreude.
Sure enough, Qingyu drawing her sword wasn't a threat. She slowly pulled out her sword and pointed it at Jiang Mo, her expression cold and solemn: "Doesn't Jianbing want to challenge us? Next, I shall experience Jianbing's skills."
Hearing this, Jiang Mo was completely stunned. She hadn't expected her master to actively step forward, especially when her match with Sect Leader Zhu hadn't yet concluded—so what if she was being beaten? So what if she was lying flat? She hadn't verbally conceded, nor had she been beaten to death. Of course, Sect Leader Zhu hadn't conceded either, so according to the system's default rules, this match hadn't ended.
But with her master's unexpected intervention, Jiang Mo's first thought wasn't about the task. Looking at the two mothers-in-law standing opposite her, only one thought crossed her mind—terrible, what was originally a one-on-one had now beco a mixed doubles match.
Given the cultivation of her two mothers-in-law, she might not make it out alive today!
The little tiger hugged her legs, trembling with fear.
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