Yun Bajin

On the way home, Jiang Han gripped the steering wheel, but his eyes kept darting to the passenger seat as if he'd seen a ghost.

Well, the transformation after adding points was too drastic, it scared him... Ah~ my talent that has nowhere to go... Ah no, my Beguiler... Ah no, my talent!

Li Wei tilted her head, watching the street scenery outside the window, but her powerful senses were focused on Jiang Han's every move.

Finally, Jiang Han couldn't hold back. "I say, did you get plastic surgery again?"

Li Wei was speechless. Didn't you see my unrestrained demeanor, my ethereal temperament? Why are you fixated on plastic surgery?

"...One last time, I, Li~ Cough! I, Jiang Xue, did NOT get plastic surgery!"

Jiang Han looked unconvinced, but he knew they had only been at the hotel for less than two hours.

Who could get plastic surgery that fast, with such good results?

So, if it wasn't plastic surgery...

Screech—!

The flashy pink supercar braked sharply, its tires leaving screeching marks and black streaks on the asphalt.

The family SUV behind them was almost scared to death. If they hadn't been keeping a safe distance, they would have rear-ended them.

As for Li Wei, she was as steady as a mountain. The immense inertia from the sudden braking of the sports car seemed to not exist for her; her body didn't even sway.

Jiang Han turned his head and saw this scene, his guess confirmed.

He ignored the piercing honking from behind, his eyes wide as he stared at Li Wei, letting out a sharp cry, "You've reached Minor Perfection—?"

"Tch..." Li Wei couldn't be bothered to reply.

Minor Perfection? Little brother, your perspective is too narrow. Do you understand what 100 Vitality Value means? If I told you, wouldn't it scare you to death!

For the rest of the journey, Jiang Han seemed to fall into deep self-doubt.

He'd only watched monsters fight for a few days, and suddenly Jiang Xue broke through?

Back in the college entrance examination, Jiang Han's Vitality Value was 79, and his future was bright.

But what happened? After two years of slogging through university, all the resources he'd exchanged for credits were thrown at him, and his Vitality Value hadn't budged an inch!

When he went home for help more than half a month ago, he found out that all the family's resources had been used by Jiang Yao.

He was disheartened then, gritted his teeth, and directly chose to break through and become a Martial Artist.

And now, you're telling him Jiang Xue had reached Minor Perfection?

The more Jiang Han thought about it, the more wronged he felt, a lump forming in his chest, feeling like the world was full of malice towards him...

Deep within the Jiang Family Manor, a serene small grove of trees surrounded an elegant courtyard.

Inside the main building of the courtyard, a "big sister" dressed in a red dress was lounging on a chaise lounge. A seven-petaled Red Lotus bloomed on her forehead, making her look even more captivating.

However, such a beauty was now unceremoniously devouring potato chips.

On the projection screen opposite, a popular comedy variety show of the season was playing.

The "big sister" stared intently at the show, her beautiful eyes wide, occasionally bursting into laughter and spraying chip crumbs everywhere.

Suddenly, as if her enjoyment was disturbed, she raised her beautiful eyebrows, her face turned cold, and she muttered with a pout, "That little lunatic from the Yun Family, quite bold, isn't he? Does he really think this old lady can't wield her saber anymore?"

She seemed to want to sit up, but after struggling for a moment, she lazily slumped back down.

"Forget it, forget it. Let the younger generation sort out their own affairs. This old lady is still recovering from serious injuries, yes, serious injuries, so I need to rest..."

"Sigh, ever since Mom disappeared, the Jiang Family has really gone downhill generation by generation~"

"The eldest one, looks smart, but his cleverness backfires; the second one is just a simpleton; and the youngest one is even more troublesome..."

"The Jiang Family is finished, truly finished."

She raised the bag, poured all the crumbs into her mouth, and even shook it carefully to ensure not a single bit was wasted before tossing the empty bag aside.

With a casual flick of her two jade-like hands in the air, the oil and debris clinging to her skin automatically separated, coalescing into several "small balls" that obediently flew into the trash can.

If Li Wei saw this scene, she would surely find it familiar.

The way the stains flowed and condensed was extremely similar to how she had "controlled water" before.

After finishing the chips, the "big sister" beckoned to the refrigerator in the corner. The refrigerator door opened, and a bottle of iced cola flew out automatically.

The cap twisted open in mid-air and lightly landed in the trash can, while the bottle itself landed steadily in her hand.

She took a satisfying gulp. Before she could even swallow, her mind stirred slightly, her divine sense detecting a familiar flashy pink supercar entering the manor's grounds.

Oh, the 'granddaughter' and grandson are back. This will be interesting.

But, I'll still have to go out later. I can't let Yun Zheng really hurt her.

Xiao Qiu, I'm worrying myself sick over your son...

Thinking of Li Wei, the "big sister's" divine sense swept over the supercar's passenger seat.

And then...

Pfft—!

"Proximity to the Dao Body???"

If you can't find the book by its title, try searching for the author. Maybe the title has been changed!

As the sports car approached the Jiang Family Manor, Li Wei shivered, instinctively covering her lower body. Then, remembering something, she used one hand to shield her chest.

Jiang Han glanced at her, about to mock her, but then felt life was too boring and decided to remain silent.

Li Wei, however, frowned, sensing something carefully, her expression growing peculiar.

Is this a hallucination? Why did I just feel like I was completely exposed?

Holy crap, having such strong senses isn't always a good thing. This is making me uneasy...

At this moment, in the manor's main hall.

The previously lively scene suddenly turned chillingly silent.

Yun Zheng sat in the main seat on the sofa, casually crossing his legs.

In his left hand, he lazily held Jiang Yao's collar, while his right hand slowly toyed with the hem of the girl's skirt.

Only after wiping the bloodstains from his fingers clean did he carefully, as if handling a rare treasure, gently place the "unconscious" Jiang Yao beside him.

He even thoughtfully tucked a cushion behind her, making her "unconscious" state more comfortable.

Across from the shattered coffee table, a middle-aged, stout woman hugged a short, plump youth whose shoulder was soaked in blood.

She glared with bloodshot, triangular eyes, her teeth grinding audibly. "Young Master Yun, what do you mean by this? Why did you crush my son's shoulder?"

Yun Zheng, who was busy tidying the stray hairs on Jiang Yao's forehead, didn't even look up. His tone was as flat as if he were commenting on the pleasant weather today. "He talked too much. Who can he blame?"

A young girl behind the woman couldn't hold back and pointed at Yun Zheng, shouting, "Mom! Don't listen to him! My brother was just joking with him, saying that if he ever treated Sister Yao badly in the future, we older siblings wouldn't let him get away with it! How is that talking too much?!"

Hearing her daughter's words, the middle-aged woman was so enraged she almost fainted, wanting to lunge and tear Yun Zheng apart multiple times!

This brat actually used such a heavy hand on her precious son for a mere joke?!

But as her gaze swept over the expressionless, intimidating middle-aged man in the white robe behind Yun Zheng, the murderous intent that had just surged instantly subsided by more than half.

But she was unwilling to accept this! As the head of the Jiang family's second branch, when had she, Jiang Zhirou, ever suffered such a silent loss?

In a fit of pique, Jiang Zhirou abruptly turned her head and looked at Jiang Yunshu, who was cowering behind the crowd with a pale face. She sternly said, "Sister Yunshu, Jiang Yao's boyfriend is so malicious, shouldn't you give me an explanation?!"

"When our Jiang family daughters get married, why would your daughter invite an outsider? Hmph, don't think I don't know what she's thinking!"

"My poor son~~~"

Jiang Yunshu's body visibly stiffened. Her face felt hot. She wanted to speak up and smooth things over but was afraid of offending Yun Zheng and remained timidly silent.

In her heart, she had already cursed Jiang Zhirou's entire family to the high heavens.

Last night, she had repeatedly warned everyone to control their juniors and not to provoke the malevolent god that was Yun Zheng.

And the result?

This fatty Jiang Yuquan just had to push forward! Used to acting high and mighty in Fang City with the Jiang family's name, he really thought he was something special?

Now look, he's caused trouble!

And she wants an explanation? What explanation?

Offend the Yun family for Jiang Yuquan?

Let alone the fact that the old lady is injured right now; even if she weren't, the Jiang family couldn't afford to offend the Yun family!

Jiang Yunshu was conflicted, thinking about how to downplay the situation.

However, Yun Zheng didn't give her time to hesitate.

The young man stood up, stepped over the mess on the floor, and leisurely strolled to Jiang Zhirou.

"Don't talk nonsense. Little Yao'er is so pure and kind, what bad intentions could she possibly have?"

He poked Jiang Zhirou's forehead with a finger.

Perhaps due to the shock and anger, sweat had broken out all over her forehead, and the six-petaled golden lotus originally stuck there had loosened slightly.

With Yun Zheng's poke, the golden lotus tilted.

Yun Zheng grinned, "Fatty, don't slander Little Yao'er. Little Yao'er is the cutest... As for the explanation you want? Heh heh~ Heh heh heh heh~"

"You, what are you going to do?"

Jiang Zhirou was frightened by his "maniacal" demeanor. She dragged her son back a couple of steps, sticking out her neck, trying to appear fierce but inwardly trembling.

Yun Zheng retracted his smile, his expression arrogant. He then turned around gracefully and strode to the center of the hall, standing with his hands behind his back, looking nonchalant.

"Do? Of course, I'm going to satisfy your request..."

A mocking curve formed on his lips. He scanned the crowd, his aura domineering.

"Don't say I didn't give you Jiang family a chance! Today, I'll stand right here! Any Quasi-Martial Artist from your Jiang family, one and all, as long as someone can defeat me, I'll give you a satisfactory explanation! How about it?!"

Upon hearing this, the younger generation of the Jiang family all hid behind their parents, not one daring to show their face.

Yun Zheng was extremely satisfied with their reaction. Yes, this was exactly the look he wanted – wanting to kill him but being powerless!

But, just as he was feeling most pleased, a clear and pleasant female voice suddenly echoed from the doorway.

"Oh, I was wondering who graced us with their presence. It turns out to be the famous 'Yun Bajin'?"

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