Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 471 - 470, Brag Shamelessly (First Update)

Chapter 471: 470, Brag Shamelessly (First Update)

Your Jin.

These three words were somewhat arrogant.

The voice was light but resounding, lingering in everyone’s ears, refusing to dissipate.

Dark hair, clear eyes.

As black strands fluttered through the air, occasionally brushing against the flawless, snowy skin, the stark contrast between black and white created an intense visual impact that shook the onlookers to their core.

As if a noble mountain, insurmountable.

Yaoyao above all.

It was all natural, effortless magnificence.

From the inside out, without any need for deliberate pretense, she only needed to stand there, doing nothing, and she would be a stunning scene on her own.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Linzi’s face soured.

From whence came this brash youngster, daring to spout such wild claims!

He was the Ancient Martial Prophet renowned in all three realms, and now, a junior had shamed him with their words!

If word of this spread, how would he hold his ground in the three realms in the future?

Perhaps having never encountered such humiliation before, Zhang Linzi found his breathing almost unstable.

Qin Qingchen stepped forward, her delicate eyebrows rising as she scolded, "Where did this brat come from! Knowing my senior brother’s name and still speaking so shamelessly! Apologize to my senior brother immediately!"

Chu Jin hooked the corner of her mouth into a smile and strode leisurely to Mo Qingyi. With a slight lift of her hand, she easily grabbed the gleaming dagger, "I’ve said it before, call me Brother Jin!" With that, her fingertips twitched, and without a backward glance, the dagger flew from between her fingers, shooting straight towards Qin Qingchen’s forehead acupoint.

Impregnated with a forceful aura!

It was a situation ready to explode!

Ever since Chu Jin had nonchalantly intercepted Zheng Chuyi’s dagger, Qin Qingchen knew this person was not to be underestimated.

But strangely, she didn’t seem to come from any of the three realms.

Whence did this robust spiritual power originate?

How could an ordinary person possess such explosive strength?

Seeing her enveloped by two different auras, could it be that someone had damaged their own cultivation to transfer their spiritual power to her?

Qin Qingchen squinted her eyes, lost in thought, yet the depths of her pupils reflected a sharp, cold light.

That dagger was too fast!

It was almost a blur!

And it was getting faster and faster.

Whoosh—

Qin Qingchen’s eyes narrowed as she panicked to locate the dagger’s true trajectory, just about to intercept it. Alas, there wasn’t enough time; she could only swiftly dodge by tilting her head to the side, avoiding the sharp edge.

Unfortunately, that dagger, cursed by Zheng Chuyi, would only stop upon drawing blood.

It was initially meant for Mo Qingyi, yet unexpectedly, Qin Qingchen became the one to receive the blow.

No matter how swift Qin Qingchen’s movements were, they were not faster than the dagger. The sharp tip left a long bloody mark on her face!

It was a shocking sight.

"Little sister!" Zhang Linzi pulled himself together from his rage, and quickly pulled Qin Qingchen to his side.

Meanwhile, the dagger firmly embedded itself in the round wooden pillar inside the room.

It penetrated three inches deep!

Qin Qingchen clutched her wounded left face, blood dripping drop by drop from between her fingers.

Zheng Chuyi’s dagger was no ordinary weapon, so Zhang Linzi immediately began to administer healing to Qin Qingchen.

Mo Feixue and Zheng Chuyi were completely dumbfounded.

Almost as soon as Chu Jin arrived, she took effortless control of the entire scene, her presence even overpowering everyone else’s.

Even the radiant Zheng Chuyi seemed dull and lackluster in front of her.

Every single one of them had underestimated Chu Jin’s abilities.

The expression on Zheng Chuyi’s face was a spectacle, changing colors like a palette, now red, now green.

It’s fine.

Chu Jin was just a lowly mortal, after all.

No matter how powerful the spiritual power within her body, she couldn’t compete with one who was reincarnated from an empress.

As an empress, she had the support of countless people behind her, but what about Chu Jin? Once she left the Mo family and lost Mo Zhixuan, she would be nothing.

Moreover, to survive the night of extreme Yin, Mo Zhixuan would need her help.

She must take this opportunity to remove the thorn in her side that was Chu Jin.

This time, she was determined to ensure that Chu Jin would never be able to turn things around.

She would show Chu Jin the consequences of crossing her!

At such a time, even if the Mo family’s matriarch favored Chu Jin, it was impossible for her to choose her.

After all, when it came to weighing the life of a commoner against that of her own son, the importance was clear at a glance.

Thinking this, Zheng Chuyi felt much more comfortable in her heart.

When she looked at Chu Jin again, her eyes were full of smugness.

At the same time, Mo Qingyi slowly opened her eyes and when she saw the person standing before her, her previously dim eyes filled with bright light, hope.

"Jin, brother!" Mo Qingyi hugged her tightly, moved, as a hot tear slowly slid down her cheek.

This was the second time.

The second time Jin had saved her.

At this moment, seeing Chu Jin gave her an instant sense of a backbone.

She trusted Chu Jin, just as she trusted Mo Zhixuan.

"Mmh, it’s okay now," Chu Jin gently patted her shoulder and whispered reassurance.

"Jin," Tong Zhi and the Mo family’s matriarch said in unison, though in different tones.

Two voices calling out the same name, but with two different intonations.

One excited.

One worried.

"Aunt, Madam Tong." Chu Jin nodded softly to the two of them, then took out a blue porcelain bottle from her pocket and handed it to Tong Zhi, "Aunt Tong, you should take this medicine."

The porcelain bottle contained Jade Dew Pills.

She had just exchanged them with Zi using points in the space, able to heal Tong Zhi’s internal injuries.

"Jin, brother, when did you become so generous? She’s not just taking a pill, she’s consuming 28% of Faith Value! It’s your hope for survival! Ah, if only you had saved these Faith Values for my upgrade, that would be great. I’ve checked; as long as I successfully level up to Level Three, I can restore my delicate skin that can be burst with a blow. Then I wouldn’t need to use Immortal Powder every day. Ah, my heart hurts so much, it’s killing me, Jin, brother, save me," Zi said as she clutched her heart tightly, her expression one of deep sorrow, having been addicted to pesticides recently to the point of lacking the courage to even look in a mirror.

Way too dark.

Darker than an African.

Not just Chu Jin, even Zi couldn’t help wanting to laugh at herself.

Chu Jin couldn’t be bothered with Zi’s dramatics, and laughing out would not be appropriate in such a setting.

"Sister-in-law, Madam Tong, are you both alright?" A middle-aged man also entered from outside, his face filled with concern as he looked at the Mo family’s matriarch and Tong Zhi.

The middle-aged man was Mo Zhixuan’s second uncle, Mo Fengxu.

Even Chu Jin herself had not expected that the nephew mentioned by the middle-aged man was Mo Zhixuan.

Nor had she anticipated appearing before the Mo family in such a manner.

She was even more surprised that Mr. Mo had experienced such things.

One unexpected event after another.

"We’re fine," the Mo family’s matriarch gave Mo Fengxu a reassuring look, then turned her gaze to Chu Jin, "Jin, what are you doing here? Hurry and find a way to take your Aunt Tong and Qingyi back with you, it’s not safe here."

"Want to leave? Is it that easy?" Zheng Chuyi waved her sleeve, and with a bang, the heavy wooden door was closed again.

The atmosphere inside the room was plunged into another climax.

Slightly tense.

Zheng Chuyi continued, "Madam Mo, now that Miss Chu has arrived, let’s properly settle our old accounts, shall we? What will you do first, get on your knees and repent, or announce the dissolution of the engagement first?"

"Zheng Chuyi, is it?" Chu Jin slightly lifted her eyes, her lips curling into a bright arc, "Tell me, should I cut out your tongue first, or break your legs first?"

Although she was smiling, there wasn’t a hint of jest in her words.

That smile was chilly.

Tangible, almost.

"Jin..." The Mo family’s matriarch tugged at Chu Jin’s sleeve, signaling her not to engage in a war of words with Zheng Chuyi, implying she should exercise restraint. After all, Mo Zhixuan was not present, and despite Chu Jin’s temporary stabilization of the situation, no one knew what the next second might bring.

"Don’t worry, I know my limits," Chu Jin’s tone was light. Compared to the matriarch’s anxiety, she was extremely calm.

She didn’t consider Zheng Chuyi and Zhang Linzi worth her attention.

Real warriors never back down!

Seeing the matriarch make that gesture, Zheng Chuyi laughed even more smugly, interpreting it as a complete submission.

Chu Jin was like a mantis after autumn, totally at her mercy.

Zheng Chuyi stood above them, a sharp and vicious light flashing in her eyes, "Madam Mo, you might as well stop struggling in vain. Rest assured, today, no one who should stay will escape!"