Chapter 4193: A Heart of Benevolence
Her expression twisted as she shrieked, "Are you perhaps trying to make an enemy of Medicine King Island?"
"And what if I am?" Qiao Mu looked at her with cold eyes, her vine whip glowing green in her hand, thorns sprouting one by one.
Ni Hanzhi angrily snarled, "You're utterly audacious... Ah!"
Before she could finish her arrogant yell, a chilling light flashed towards her, startling her so much that she landed hard on her backside. Ni Hanzhi looked back to see a small, glowing blue nail stuck in the ground to her left. All the weeds in a circle around it had withered and turned to dust in less than a second. This showed how terrifyingly potent the poison on that nail was.
Her little finger twitched convulsively. Her body stiffened as she shuffled backward, her eyes wide with terror, staring at Qiao Mu, who stood opposite her, looking down with a cold gaze. In that moment, she suddenly felt the approach of death. Why was she in such a pathetic state?
Lin Jun was about to flash forward but was whipped back by Qiao Mu's icy vine.
"You two had best not meddle," Mo Lian said coldly.
With a series of clanging sounds as swords left their scabbards, Lin Jun and Lin Xiang exchanged a silent glance. Seeing dozens of black-clad youths surrounding them, they could only retreat two steps. It wasn't that they didn't want to help Young Miss Ni Hanzhi, but... the other side had overwhelming numbers; they couldn't help even if they wanted to.
Qiao Mu watched Ni Hanzhi, who was kneeling on the ground, for a long time, her expression cold, before finally saying faintly, "Kill her." She had no interest in further entanglement with this woman. Rather than dealing with this woman later, it was simpler to kill her and be done with it. The hatred in the other party's eyes was almost impossible for her to ignore. Allowing this hatred to grow and fester, who knew what problems it would cause in the future?
Two accompanying black-clad youths nodded, leaped forward, and had just reached Ni Hanzhi with their swords drawn.
Suddenly, a breathless voice urgently cried out, "H-Hold, hold your hand! Crown Princess, Crown Prince, please, please hold your hand!"
A white-bearded, white-haired old man in a green robe hurriedly pushed through the crowd and quickly bowed to Mo Lian and Qiao Mu. Qiao Mu paused, her expression slightly complex as she subtly dodged, not accepting his bow.
He Wen said anxiously, "My disciple is self-willed and reckless; her unrestrained nature is entirely due to my lax supervision in the past."
"I am willing to take the punishment on behalf of my disciple! I beg both of you to be understanding."
"Master!" Ni Hanzhi stamped her foot and cried out urgently.
"Silence." He Wen turned and glared at her sternly, with an expression that clearly said, "I'll deal with you later."
Qiao Mu looked at his anxious expression. In the depths of her pupils, two faint ripples seemed to shimmer. Mo Lian had been looking down at her the whole time. Seeing her expression now, he couldn't help but wonder: What is Qiao Qiao thinking? Her usually stern brows seem to have softened quite a bit.
Qiao Mu's thoughts had drifted far away, as if returning to her childhood. That day, a friend of the Old Sect Master brought his grandson to visit. As a result, the little stoic got into a fight with this arrogant brat... The Old Sect Master's friend, seeing his grandson beaten black and blue and looking wronged, immediately became enraged and wanted to punish her. At that time, Murong Xun had stood before her with a gentle smile, and with a flick of her fair hand, she blocked the man's hand.
"It is my fault as a peak master for not strictly supervising my disciple; I am the one who should be punished. Why hit my disciple?"
"Qiao Qiao? Qiao Qiao!"