Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 241 - 146: Finding a Perfect Husband for the Sect Master

Chapter 241: Chapter 146: Finding a Perfect Husband for the Sect Master

"You little slut, I’ll kill you!!"

Gazing at the bloody head of her son, the woman let out a mournful wail. Her bloodshot eyes glaring, she shakily picked up a sturdy wooden stool from the ground and charged at Zhang Que’er.

Swish!

A flash of silver.

The wooden stool was cut into two, instantly turning into countless splinters.

And a red line appeared on the woman’s neck, beginning as fine as a thread but quickly expanding, becoming clearly visible.

Crimson blood gushed out from this line of life.

The woman’s gaze froze at that moment, filled with regret and despair. After her body weakly swayed once, it fell straight to the ground like it had lost all supporting strength, making a dull thudding noise as it landed.

The air around was thick with the scent of blood, a heavy silence spreading as the woman fell.

The two big men were scared stiff, their complexions turning deathly pale as if covered with a layer of gray frost.

Seeing the girl glance their way, the two men fell to their knees, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Just now, I heard you mention an employer, right?"

Zhang Que’er’s smile was enchanting, and the long sword in her hand faintly pulsed with a blood energy. Within the cracks of the previously broken sword, blood was slightly flowing, resembling tiny crimson streams.

Zhang Que’er looked toward the big man on the left, "You tell me."

The big man looked hesitant. Just as he was about to speak, his head rolled off his neck, horrifying his companion beside him who wet his pants and began to tremble uncontrollably, shaking like a sieve.

This was no young girl, she was clearly a Rakshasa emerging from Hell!

"What, you don’t want to talk either?"

Zhang Que’er asked with a smile.

The big man with white cloth wrapped around his ears quickly began to speak, "It was... It was a woman with a scar on her nose, shorter than me by half a head... It was she who told us to do it, we don’t know her name..."

"Is that all?"

Zhang Que’er narrowed her almond-shaped eyes.

The big man was almost in tears, "Ma’am, I really don’t know her name, she just told us to rough up that little girl... and leave her in front of her master. Spare my life, ma’am, please let me go, and I’ll help you find that woman."

"Earlier, I heard this woman saying you had another brother, quite formidable. Where is he?"

Zhang Que’er cocked her head to the side and suddenly asked.

The big man was startled, and facing the girl’s piercing gaze, he shivered in fear. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly shone with astonishment.

"Third brother!" the big man exclaimed excitedly.

Sensing the killing intent behind her, Zhang Que’er turned around.

At the entrance of the courtyard stood a middle-aged woman with a thick build, her knuckles calloused from fists.

"Good, saves me the trouble of looking for you," the girl said with a slight upturn of her lips, blood-drenched, "Now... the whole family is really all together."

The woman’s face was grim, "Young lady, how can your heart be so cruel at such a young age?"

"Don’t you find it laughable to say that?" Zhang Que’er’s fingers gently wiped the blood on her sword, and said lightly, "Evil needs to be dealt with by evil, and I’m more than happy to be that person."

"Alright, then I’ll send you to reincarnation early!"

The woman’s figure moved like an arrow released from its bow, attacking the girl with the speed of thunder, too swift for ears to catch. She threw a punch, its force silent but sharp as a spike, aimed at the girl’s head.

The woman used her full strength, determined to kill the girl with one punch.

She couldn’t discern the girl’s true strength, but at such a young age, she could be at most a Third-Layer Martial Artist.

She was confident she could burst the girl’s head with one punch.

As the woman attacked, the big man kneeling on the ground watched the girl who had her back to him, unarmed and defenceless, and after biting his teeth, he pulled out a dagger and stabbed towards the back of the girl’s head.

Just as the woman’s fist was about to hit the girl’s face, her arm suddenly felt an excruciating pain.

Then, to the woman’s horror, the lower half of her arm separated from her body, blood spurting out. At the same time, the girl in front of her had vanished.

As for the big man attempting to sneak attack, his head had already been ’relocated’, still clutching the dagger in his hand.

"A Master Martial Artist!?"

The muscular woman looked horrified.

Before she could turn around, the long sword pierced through her body.

Gazing at the body of the woman as she lay on the ground, Zhang Que’er suddenly felt a bit annoyed, tapping her delicate forehead, "I should have asked you first if you had any more family."

...

After clearing the blood scent from her body, Zhang Que’er returned to the inn. As she went up to the second floor, she happened to encounter the daughter of the Longwu Escort Agency, Long Yuanyuan, coming out of a room.

Seeing the sword equipped at Zhang Que’er’s waist, she was taken aback for a moment and then let out a snicker.

Zhang Que’er couldn’t be bothered with her.

As they brushed past each other, Long Yuanyuan laughed, "Little girl, have you ever heard of ’trying to make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear’? Carrying a broken sword and thinking you’re a hero, have you ever killed someone?"

Zhang Que’er smiled faintly, "No. Perhaps Sister can show me sometime."

"I’m afraid you don’t have the guts to see it."

Long Yuanyuan snorted coldly and strutted down the stairs with her chin up, like a proud little phoenix.

As the daughter of the Longwu Escort Agency, she had already reached the First Layer Martial Artist Initial Realm, making her a standout among her peers. In Yucheng, she had earned the nickname "Dragon Delicate Fairy."

Give her another seven to eight years, and she could even reach her father’s Master Martial Artist cultivation. She had the right to look down on others.

"Big breasts, no brains," Zhang Que’er muttered, curling her lip.

"Que’er!"

Seeing Zhang Que’er return, Er Liang, who was waiting outside, ran up to her with joy.

The girl suddenly stopped in her tracks, looking at the other’s lips in surprise, "Que’er, are you wearing rouge on your lips?"

Zhang Que’er was taken aback, realizing she had forgotten to wipe off the bloodstain on her lips. She chuckled awkwardly, "I came across a small rouge stall on the road and thought about trying some on, to make myself look prettier."

Er Liang said, "Que’er, you’re already so pretty. If you get any prettier, won’t you be more beautiful than the fairies in heaven?"

Zhang Que’er playfully pinched the other’s nose, "You’re such a sweet talker."

Gazing at Er Liang’s delicate and clean face, Zhang Que’er hesitated for a moment before tentatively asking, "Er Liang, have you ever... been jealous of me? For things like looks or cultivation, since we are about the same age, have you ever hated me for that?"

Er Liang didn’t understand why the other would ask such a question and replied in confusion, "Why would I be jealous or hateful? Que’er, you’re beautiful and you have high cultivation. Shouldn’t I be happy for you?"

The girl’s eyes were sincere, without a trace of falsehood, as clear as if they could reflect every shred of purity deep in the soul.

Zhang Que’er was momentarily lost in thought.

She gently caressed the girl’s cheek, her eyes misting with tears, and softly said, "It’s alright, I’ll be the bad guy from now on."

...

Jiang Shouzhong was surprised to learn from Er Liang that Zhou Xiyue was also in Muling County.

By now, he knew that Zhou Xiyue was a princess from Dazhou Imperial City, and meeting him at this time, especially during a lockdown, was undoubtedly not a good thing.

The longer he stayed here, the more dangerous it became.

And regarding another issue Er Liang mentioned about being mistaken for a thief, Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t help but become alert.

He wasn’t as naive as Er Liang and instantly realized there was a conspiracy at play.

But before he could investigate, he saw Zhang Que’er return with a trace of blood on her... Although it was only a little, he keenly perceived it.

Zhang Que’er had intended to keep it a secret, but under Jiang Shouzhong’s interrogating gaze, she eventually confessed truthfully.

After listening to the girl’s story, Jiang Shouzhong felt conflicted. On one hand, it confirmed Zhou Xiyue’s retaliation; on the other hand, he gained a new understanding of Zhang Que’er’s lethal nature.

He started to worry, even if he could safely deliver this girl, could she really live in peace?

"Do you know who wants to take revenge on you?"

Zhang Que’er observed the man’s expression and said, "Since you know, then you should eliminate the threat as soon as possible. If you keep letting others take their shots at you, they’ll always have the upper hand. You might block them once or twice, but you can’t defend every time.

Master Jiang, you need to learn to take the initiative, to hold the advantage in your own hands. Don’t be afraid of the powerful. The more you fear, the more you hesitate, the more they will suppress you forever..."

"Silly girl, you don’t know a damn thing, get out of here."

Jiang Shouzhong pushed Zhang Que’er away irritably.

The girl, mimicking Long Yuanyuan, lifted her chin and said loudly, "Not heeding Que’er’s words will lead to regrets later, alas..."

After Zhang Que’er left the room, Jiang Shouzhong stood by the window, his gaze flickering uncertainly.

After a long while, he clenched his fist suddenly.

"I’ve already killed the Crown Prince, what’s a princess to me?"

"Then I’ll kill!"

...

In the small courtyard, Weng Zhenzhen looked at the bodies in the yard, her brows tightly furrowed.

She had come to check on the results but the scene before her was shocking.

"The murderer must be at least at the initial realm of a First Layer Martial Artist."

Weng Zhenzhen turned to Zhou Xiyue at the doorway, her face grim, and asked, "Junior sister, didn’t you say that Jiang Mo is just a lowly member of the Liushan Division? How could he have such high cultivation?"

Zhou Xiyue shook her head lightly, "I don’t understand either."

Seeing her senior sister deep in thought, Zhou Xiyue hesitated before saying, "Senior sister, if it’s too troublesome, let’s just let it go. Don’t give our master any trouble."

Weng Zhenzhen snapped back to reality and said with a smile, "Don’t worry, junior sister, it’s just a little accident. Let alone a First Layer Martial Artist, even if it were a minor Xuan Grandmaster, what then?

If these people can’t be relied upon, I’ll handle it myself. I’ve already found out where that Jiang Mo is staying, and I’ll visit him at the inn tonight! I will definitely seek revenge for you, junior sister!"

...

Inside the inn, in a room on the second floor furthest in, there were a man and a woman.

The man, in his thirties, with a full beard, was not particularly handsome, but he exuded a brutish heroism, a grand manliness.

The woman was slender and wore a veil over her face.

But the burns on her neck and exposed cheek were clearly visible.

Looking at the cavalry outside, the woman said with concern, "Jin, perhaps it’s best if you leave me be and get away quickly. These soldiers are stationed in Qingzhou, and they’re likely here for you."

The man snorted, "Don’t worry, Fang. If they’re here for me, then let them come. I’ll just have to kill a few more people!"

Fang sighed quietly to herself.

The man in front of her had gone on a rampage in the Yijiao Tower in Qingzhou for her and her sister’s sake, and to fulfill her sister’s last wish, he was determined to escort her out of Dazhou and to Yanrong, suffering greatly along the way.

After all, he was one of the four Great Protectors of the Sky Demon Sect, a figure of high status; when had he ever been subjected to such humiliation?

Fang suddenly remembered something and said in a low voice, filled with concern, "Jin, by causing such a commotion, won’t your Sect Master become angry? What if she comes to... cleanse the sect?"

Jin Ao paused, then managed a slight smile,

"Hard to say. I’ve never liked that girl in the sect, always opposing her. With such a big mess I’ve made this time, it would be reasonable if she came to take care of it."

Hearing the man speak like this, the woman became even more worried.

She had heard that the Sect Master of the Sky Demon Sect was a heartless demoness who killed without a second thought. If she indeed pursued them, Fang would have to offer her own life to plead for Jin’s forgiveness.

Jin Ao walked over to the window, the image of a red-dressed girl flashing through his mind.

Girl, I’m truly sorry for making you the scapegoat this time.

If I happen to survive this, I’ll find you a suitable husband as an apology.

Jin Ao suddenly recalled the handsome young man surnamed Jiang he had seen in the inn’s main hall, stroked his chin, and grinned, "I wonder what type of guy the Sect Master likes. If all else fails, I could capture this kid and offer him to the Sect Master as an apology."

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