Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 421 - 264: Jealousy and Rivalry Heat Up on the Spot

Chapter 421: Chapter 264: Jealousy and Rivalry Heat Up on the Spot

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Some bewildered youth standing by seemingly heard the grinding sound of teeth clashing.

Women, when they fight, can be much crueler than men. Men who can’t see eye to eye and have emotional disputes often simply brawl. The loser admits defeat, shuts up, and scrams.

But women are different.

They aren’t just after psychological victory but also physiological triumph. Since ancient times, the battle between Heavenly Descent and Qing Mei has been a tradition.

One grew up with Jiang Feng from birth; to say they grew up together without an ounce of shame is no exaggeration. The other stood by him through thick and thin.

Cen Yueyue bluntly addressed the other’s past shady deeds and unabashedly ripped into her face, while Yan Yurou didn’t show any weakness, stating Jiang Feng liked intelligent people, and intelligent people shouldn’t meddle in others’ private matters, let alone you who have not even started yet, dares to meddle in family affairs?

And threw in a "Those not of our race must have different hearts" for good measure, constantly reminding Cen Yueyue to be aware of her place and identity, sarcastically hinting that her closeness to Jiang Feng had ulterior motives.

"Wolf skin? Heh, some venomous women probably don’t even have a wolf skin to wear, green bamboo hides the snake’s mouth, the wasp’s sting hides in its tail, still, a woman’s heart is the most guarded secret."

"Not to mention this wolf skin was a gift from him. The fabric and style are indeed exquisite, unlike some who, after being divorced, suffer from hysteria, dressing up in bright red wedding clothes, parading all day long."

"Scared that no one knows she’s a divorced venomous woman."

To be honest.

The attack is slightly over the top.

Even Jiang Feng, if he were standing here, would probably be sweating bullets. Cen Yueyue, this fiery little chili pepper, doesn’t pale in comparison when it comes to berating someone, hitting right where it hurts.

Hands stacked in front of her lower abdomen, Yan Yurou always maintained her poise and demeanor, her right hand resting on her left, looking seemingly serene, but from the bulging veins on the back of her hand...

The temperature was slightly higher, showing signs of flushed warmth.

"Such trinkets, I’m afraid, Yu Rou’s home has not just one cabinet. Speaking of which, Jiang Lang has a fondness for red, something Miss Cen is yet to know."

"Rotten meat attracts flies, fresh meat attracts wolves; there are always some disreputable people who are overly confident and consider themselves too important, oblivious to the venom they harbor within, even less aware than a venomous snake; to let Jiang Lang deal with private matters at ease, it’s best for someone to leave the scene as soon as possible."

"Some filth, once stained, I fear it cannot be healed for life. No matter how splendidly one dresses, a crow living in a ditch will never transform into a phoenix..."

Lips and tongues battle fiercely, neither side giving ground.

Next door, Jiang Feng and Liang Yu have reached the climax of their fight, and Cen Yueyue and Yan Yurou have also reached the climax of their verbal bout, with both women cursing each other fiercely.

Clearly, the earlier words were squarely aimed at Cen Yueyue’s Gu Worm. The point had been reached where they had thoroughly torn each other’s faces apart, with only Cen Zhuangzhuang wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and unknowingly taking a few steps back.

Both sides have spat out a good hundred phrases without rest, their curses evenly matched. Cen Yueyue’s pretty face was visibly changing color, taking on a shade akin to a pig’s liver.

Yan Yurou wasn’t faring much better, only her bright red dress made her not appear so feverish, but upon a closer look, one would notice her neck had turned as red as a cooked crayfish.

Suddenly, both women fell into a tacit silence.

The eerily quiet atmosphere, like the calm before a storm, made Cen Zhuangzhuang somewhat breathless. Throughout the ordeal, his heart had been pounding with fright. He might lack education, but at least he could understand the insults.

"Zhuang Zhuang, you step back for a bit."

"Oh..."

"It’s easy to say to let me leave, but I have no idea where to go," Jiang Lang thought, as Yan Yurou, not far away, squeezed out a smile on her face and pointed westward.

"Eighteen miles outside the west gate of East Liang City, you can find the Pavilion of Flowing Clouds and Disciples of Divine Thunder Valley. If they know Jiang Lang is fighting with someone, they might interfere. I must trouble Young Master Cen to hold them off for us."

"Fine, fine, fine, I’ll go stop them right now!"

With a push of his legs, he didn’t hesitate to run towards the west. In just a matter of three to five breaths, he completely disappeared into the bamboo forest.

Finally, the troublesome one had left.

The girl in red simply raised her hand, plucked a bamboo leaf, and gently sniffed it at the tip of her nose. If she remembered correctly, their last parting was also in this bamboo forest.

"Just how thick does one’s skin need to be to have the nerve to come back and see him, and still shamelessly keep calling him ’Jiang Lang’? She has grown so old yet feels no embarrassment."

Time to be upfront.

Now that the cousin was gone, there was no need for any pretense. Standing ten meters apart, they slowly circled each other, neither showing any weaknesses, neither making the first move.

"Why shouldn’t I come back to see him?"

"We’ve spent sixteen years together with no conflicts, no hatred. If not for the dispute between our families and the previous generation, we might even have children in school by now. I’m here to return something to him that was lost for three years."

"It would be great if we could join forces in the Phoenix Heavenly Cave two years from now. Besides, I’ve been calling him ’Jiang Lang’ for decades. It’s you who has stretched out your hands too far after spending such a short time with him."

"Jiang Lang always loves going to the brothel to have a drink and listen to tunes. I’ve never intentionally controlled him because I know he has self-control. If someone is in his heart, he wouldn’t do anything to betray his loved one."

"Control too tightly and it may just backfire."

Though she said this, the space around her had begun to slowly twist. Her body flickered ambiguously, her voice now coming from in front, now from behind – disorienting and making it impossible to determine her direction.

It was only when Yan Yurou started to urge her Spiritual Energy that Cen Yueyue noticed Yan Yurou was at the Middle Grade Core Formation. This woman had only a year more of cultivation experience than Jiang Feng, right?

"Acting all high and mighty, and turns out you’re just Mid Grade. Seems like you’ve just broken through recently. You dare to boss people around with such a level?"

The only tough part left on your body is your mouth.

"This level is enough, at least enough to deal with you."

No sign of intimidation on her face, completely opposite to that weak appearance in Qingshui County, no arrogance on her expression, she was merely describing a fact.

"I heard Wu Mingsheng from the Fan Yin Sect came after you, that you both were pursued for seven hundred miles yet barely escaped with your lives. At the time, you were already Middle Grade Core Formation, even being chased that far by Wild Fox Zen, and even caused Jiang Lang serious injury."

"If it were me, I wouldn’t have fallen into such an embarrassing situation, and wouldn’t have needed to rely on the Purple Cloud Palace Disciples to come and rescue us in the end. What’s the use of having a realm but no real abilities?"

"Now that you’ve come here today, it’s just perfect that I also screen for Jiang Lang, not just any riffraff is worthy of approaching him."

"Southern Border Saintess, how unimpressive."

"Oh?" Cen Yueyue’s tone became sharply incisive!

The Spiritual Energy of Peak of Core Formation suddenly burst forth, and all around the bamboo forest, a scarlet mist arose, swirling up into the sky, enveloping the girl in red entirely in a storm of Gu Worms, with an imposing aura and the whole bamboo grove emitting a pungent stench.

Yue Yue’s Xu Huoyao turned the whole bamboo forest into a vortex as if a dream, as if illusion.

"You have no right to screen for him. Prepare to die!"

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