Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 470 - 469, your brother Jin (fourth watch)

Chapter 470: 469, your brother Jin (fourth watch)

Mo Feixue spoke rudely, "Aunt Tong, this is a matter of the Mo family. Please step back and don’t let an illegitimate child of unknown origin damage our harmony."

The best way to make someone disappear is to make them truly disappear, forever.

That was exactly what Zheng Chuyi and Mo Feixue had in mind.

An illegitimate child doesn’t deserve to live in this world.

Tong Zhi narrowed her eyes slightly and said with commanding authority, "The world must be upside down! Who did you say is an illegitimate child? Qingyi is the granddaughter of the Mo family’s senior line, and she is my only great-niece. I’d like to see who dares to touch a hair on her head today!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Linzi stroked his beard thoughtfully, realizing that she was Tong Zhi.

No wonder, no wonder.

"Senior line granddaughter? Aunt Tong, you must be dreaming," Mo Feixue scoffed. "She wishes to be a descendant of the Mo family? Aunt Tong, out of respect for you as an elder, let me give you a piece of advice. It’s best you also stay away from this calamitous star, lest you bring disaster upon yourself."

Tong Zhi was already known for her fiery temper.

How could she tolerate such insulting words, especially when the one being insulted was the great niece she held so dear?

In a moment, she was seething with rage.

"You, Mo Feixue, I truly misjudged you before! Watch as I teach you a lesson today, you insolent cur!" Tong Zhi said angrily, waving her fan.

Snap!

A gust of wind rushed forth, and Mo Feixue’s magic wand was sucked right out of her hand and into Tong Zhi’s. Feixue stumbled backwards several steps until Qin Qingchen reached out to steady her. Only then was she able to regain her balance. That’s when everyone noticed a clear handprint on her previously flawless face.

Who would have thought that after such a long time in the ordinary world, Tong Zhi’s spiritual power remained so great, almost unfathomable.

Mo Feixue, who had been the acting patriarch of the Mo family for quite some time, when had she ever suffered such a loss?

And to be slapped in the face in public, no less, was unprecedented.

A humiliation most shameful.

"Little Zhi," the old Madam Mo tugged at Tong Zhi’s sleeve, "you should go. I will handle this. Don’t you want Mo Zhixuan to live on peacefully?"

The more the situation escalated, the less likely it was that Mo Zhixuan could be saved.

"Sister, don’t be foolish, do you really think relying on Zheng Chuyi will let Zhixuan get through the Night of Extreme Yin safely? That’s impossible! Have you forgotten who played the konghou last time? Don’t worry, I’ve already sent someone to notify Jin. She’ll be here soon," Tong Zhi assured her.

"Little Zhi..." the old Madam Mo looked at Tong Zhi, at a loss for words.

Of course, she remembered who had played the konghou last time.

But, there are always exceptions to everything.

After all, Chu Jin was just an ordinary person from the secular world. What if, as Zheng Chuyi said, Chu Jin’s ability to play the konghou was merely an accident, and furthermore, merely due to being in proximity to Zheng Chuyi’s spiritual energy?

No one knew the nature of her bloodline.

After all, in the Superpower World, there was only Zheng Chuyi with a Bloodline of Fire Bathing, let alone in the secular world where spiritual energy was scarce.

After that incident, she had thoroughly investigated Chu Jin’s background.

Her family had been ordinary people for three generations.

"Little Zhi, stop fooling around, take Qingyi and leave," the old Madam Mo urged, pushing both Tong Zhi and Mo Qingyi towards the door.

"No one is going anywhere today." Two daggers with chilly glints shot from Zheng Chuyi’s hands, pinning themselves into two large pillars near the doorway.

At the same time.

Bang!

The door was shut.

"Let’s put aside the matter of the calamitous star for a moment. Aunt Mo, let’s talk about our issue. Shouldn’t you kneel down and repent to me now, and then, beg me to give Zhixuan another chance?" Zheng Chuyi curled her lips slightly, looking as smug as could be.

It could be said that she was completely unrestrained by now.

After all, she was intended to rule over all three realms in the future.

Making an old person past her prime kneel before her.

This line, fearful as it was, could only be uttered by Zheng Chuyi, and no one else.

Tong Zhi exploded on the spot, "Zheng Chuyi! You heartless wretch! What nonsense are you spouting? After all, it was my sister who raised you. Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution for your actions?"

Zheng Chuyi looked up slightly and said sharply, "Tong Zhi, this has nothing to do with you. I’d advise you not to be a busybody, otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude."

"I would like to see exactly how you plan to be rude!" It’s really a world turned upside down, with a junior daring to speak such madness.

As she finished speaking, Tong Zhi leapt into the air, and her five-colored feather fan transformed into a gigantic firebird spitting flames in mid-air.

Flames hurtled towards Zheng Chuyi, striking at her.

The room was unbearably hot.

Seeing this, Qin Qingchen and Zhang Linzi immediately flew over to shield Zheng Chuyi from the flames, each taking out their treasures.

On one side, Mo Feixue also joined in.

No matter how good Tong Zhi’s skills were, she was no match for two people, let alone three. Gradually, she began to lose ground in the battle against them.

"Pfft!" A stream of fresh blood traced an arc through the air.

Tong Zhi’s body, like a kite with its string cut, fell to the ground along with the five-colored feather fan.

"Little Zhi," the Mo family’s old lady quickly leapt forward to catch Tong Zhi, "Are you alright!"

"Aunt Tong!" Mo Qingyi’s voice was somewhat hoarse.

Tong Zhi’s mouth was edged with streaks of blood, her voice weak, "I’m fine, sister. Believe me, Jin will find a way. Do not kneel to Zheng Chuyi. You are the acting matriarch of the Mo family. You can kneel to the heavens above and the earth below, but never to villains!"

"Don’t talk now, focus on circulating your spiritual energy for healing." The Mo family’s old lady gripped Tong Zhi’s wrist, infusing her with spiritual energy.

"Aunt Mo, time waits for no one. Could you please hurry up? If it gets any later, it won’t be as simple as kneeling in repentance," Zheng Chuyi said leisurely, taking a seat on the grand master’s chair and delicately savoring a cup of tea in a relaxed posture.

Mo Qingyi stood up, "Zheng Chuyi, don’t push it too far! Be careful, my brother won’t let you off when he wakes up!"

Zheng Chuyi’s face was full of mockery. With a wave of her hand, a dagger flashing with cold light shot straight towards Mo Qingyi’s vital point.

Originally, she wanted to use Mo Feixue’s hand to get rid of Mo Qingyi.

Who would have thought that Mo Qingyi was so eager to die?

The dagger came too fast, hardly giving anyone time to react.

Mo Qingyi just stood there, her pupils dilating, the reflection in her eyes filled with the cold light of the dagger.

Closer and closer.

The heartbeat quickened!

It was like the Grim Reaper had suddenly descended.

Unable to breathe, unable to dodge.

Just as the Mo family’s old lady was about to intervene, Qin Qingchen stopped her with a motion in the air, immobilizing her from a distance. She couldn’t move at all and could only watch as the dagger shot straight towards Mo Qingyi’s vital point.

Time seemed to have frozen.

At the same time.

A "bang" resounded through the air.

It was the sound of a door being kicked open.

A slender and elegant figure walked in from outside the door, strolling as if in a peaceful garden, the corner of their mouth hooked with a carefree curve, a bit lazy, a bit rakish, with a touch of charming devilry.

Eyes like starlight were hidden in the shadows, revealing only a finely chiseled jawline, as delicate as carved jade.

With each step she took, lotus blossoms seemed to bloom beneath her feet.

"Who would have thought that the renowned Ancient Martial Prophet and the Master of Figures, who has just recently turned the three realms upside down, would join forces to bully three unarmed women. Truly an eye-opener," her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, perfectly reaching everyone’s ears.

The sarcasm was undisguised and deeply cutting.

Each word, charged with an impressive pressure, formed into invisible swords, leaving people breathless.

At the same time, the dagger that was only 0.01 millimeters from Mo Qingyi’s face suddenly stopped.

As if someone had pressed the pause button.

Bizarre, yet incredible.

Everyone present was stunned.

Just watching her.

Zheng Chuyi looked at the slender figure, eyes swimming with deep hatred.

Zhang Linzi and Qin Qingchen sized the person up, their expressions turning sour. As famous masters, this was the first time they were openly ridiculed without any face-saving measures, and yet they had no grounds to refute her.

But one thing was certain, this person was not from any of the three realms.

That is to say, she was just an ordinary person.

"And who might you be?" Zhang Linzi narrowed his eyes, speaking with authority.

The person chuckled lightly, tilting up her chin slightly. Eyes like peony blossoms caught in the waters were revealed to all, stunning and captivating.

She slowly opened her mouth and in a very light tone, uttered three words, "Your bro Jin."