Eldest Senior Sister Became a Sensation After Being Blacklisted Online - Chapter 35

“Such arrogance,” Sun Ce sneered.

Sun Ce, Huang Mao’s older brother, had brought his men here for two reasons: to avenge his brother and to make Song Cheng understand that the Sun Family was not to be trifled with.

At the sound of his voice, the eight men instinctively parted, clearing a path for Sun Ce.

Leaning casually against the doorframe, Song Cheng glanced indifferently at Sun Ce as he approached. “Is that all you’ve got?” she scoffed. “This little group isn’t even enough to warm me up!”

“You…” The nearest man began, swinging a fist at her.

The punch was sudden and delivered at close range. As the Sun Family members eagerly anticipated a spectacle, a sickening *crack* echoed as the man’s joint dislocated. Before anyone could react, Song Cheng kicked him away.

Fortunately, Sun Ce acted swiftly, grabbing the man by the collar just in time to prevent him from faceplanting into the mud.

Ignoring Sun Ce’s furious glare, Song Cheng clapped her hands dismissively. “Can’t understand plain language? Hmm?” She took two steps forward and slammed the door shut.

Her actions startled the Sun Family, and they all instinctively adopted defensive stances.

Sun Ce’s expression darkened. He hadn’t expected Song Cheng to be so arrogant, so brazenly dismissive of the Sun Family. His face grim, he said, “If it’s too cramped here, we’ll move to the underground parking garage. Plenty of space there.” With that, he stepped aside.

The other eight members, catching his subtle signal, shifted two steps to the side, their imposing presence closing in.

To prevent Song Cheng from escaping, they stayed close, launching their attack as soon as they reached the underground parking garage.

But their efforts were futile. None of them could even get close to Song Cheng.

Watching his fellow disciples writhing on the ground, Sun Ce’s hands clenched at his sides. He kept his eyes fixed on Song Cheng as he swiftly stripped off his suit jacket.

Seeing this, Song Cheng scoffed. “So much fuss just for a fight? Is this how the Sun Family operates?” She tilted her head mockingly.

Her words enraged Sun Ce. Each punch he threw carried ninety percent of his strength, as if he aimed to reclaim all the face he’d lost in one blow.

Song Cheng toyed with him like a cat playing with a chick, leaving Sun Ce both humiliated and furious. “Is this the Sun Family’s gatekeeping technique? Not very impressive, is it?”

Sun Ce scrambled to his feet, his eyes burning with fury.

“Stare all you want, you’re still a loser,” Song Cheng taunted relentlessly.

Meanwhile, on the presidential suite floor above, Huang Mao Sun Qi, his left arm in a cast and his head bandaged, limped toward room 66685, where Song Cheng and Liu Zimang were staying, accompanied by two men.

Stopping at the door, Sun Qi gave the men a signal, and they immediately rang the doorbell.

Inside, Liu Zimang heard the ring and cautiously emerged from the inner room, her eyes fixed nervously on the door. “Who is it?”

“Hello, we’re housekeeping. We need to clean your room.”

Liu Zimang didn’t move. “Come back later. I’m still resting.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she strained her ears to listen for any sounds outside. After a long silence, she patted her chest and exhaled deeply.

“Don’t you want to know what happened to Song Cheng?”

The sudden voice startled Liu Zimang, but what truly unsettled her was the man’s words. Song Cheng had lost? That couldn’t be right. Song Cheng was so strong.

Two fists can’t match four hands. What if they brought more people?

Thinking this, she gripped her phone tighter, forcing herself to sound calm. “Stop trying to trick me. I’ve already called the police. They’re on their way.”

She was afraid—afraid this was just a ploy by the other side. She didn’t want to become a burden to Song Cheng.

As for calling the police, she was merely bluffing. Though she hadn’t actually reported the incident, she had contacted both the Xu and Zhang families, remembering that the Xu Clan had business interests in M City.

*If they have business here, they should be able to help Song Cheng.*

As she predicted, Xu Jinrong immediately notified his granddaughter, Xu Mengjie, who was currently in M City on a business trip.

Knowing Song Cheng’s temperament and the long-standing conflicts between the Five Great Southern Families and the Five Great Northern Families, Xu Jinrong hung up and immediately instructed his disciples to purchase tickets to M City.

He would go to support Song Cheng, even if she didn’t need it.

The Zhang family also caught wind of the situation. Zhang Qucheng immediately mobilized his private jet, planning to rush to M City with Zhang Heng in the shortest possible time.

Upon hearing this, Xu Jinrong had his disciples cancel their tickets and hitched a ride on the Zhang family’s private jet with the hastily arriving Liu Tianhong.

After the fight, Song Cheng was about to leave when she heard the screech of tires followed by the rapid opening of car doors.

Turning slightly, she saw nearly twenty men in black suits striding toward her.

Sun Qi had called them. Having fought Song Cheng himself, he knew her capabilities. Anticipating that Sun Ce’s eight men wouldn’t be enough to subdue her, he had immediately called his family to complain, claiming that Song Cheng had not only disrespected the Sun Family but also scorned their martial arts traditions.

His grandfather, who valued their ancestral heritage above all else, immediately dispatched reinforcements and sternly ordered Sun Qi to bring Song Cheng back.

“Yes, I admit you can fight,” Sun Qi said, supported by two men as he limped from the elevator. “But what about the Little Beauty upstairs?”

Hearing those last words, Song Cheng’s hand instinctively moved to her waist. They dared to threaten her with Liu Zimang?

Her eyes narrowed, and a palpable aura of hostility radiated from her as her emotions surged.

Recognizing the danger, she immediately activated the Tranquil Mind Manual, calming the burning rage within her.

Sun Qi approached Sun Ce, his heart burning with hatred for Song Cheng as he saw his beloved brother’s face swollen like a pig’s head from her beating. “Don’t look at me like that,” he sneered. “If you come with me quietly, I won’t harm the Little Beauty. But if you resist, I’ll have to trouble myself to bring her along as a guest to my family’s estate.”

Song Cheng glanced calmly at the Sun Family members who had surrounded her, a faint smile curving her lips. “Very well,” she agreed.

Zhang Yuxi and Zhao Qi, having rushed to the scene, emerged from the elevator to find Song Cheng surrounded by a group of burly men. Zhang Yuxi instinctively moved closer to Zhao Qi, gripping his arm and forcing herself to speak, “Song Cheng.”

Song Cheng turned her head. “Take care of Ziman,” she said, her cold gaze sweeping over the crowd. “Send her to the Xu Clan and tell her not to worry about me.”

“But you…”

“I’ll be fine. These people can’t touch me.” With that, Song Cheng strode toward the nearest car.

*Strike the leader first,* she thought. She wasn’t foolish enough to think she could take on dozens of men with her bare fists.

She hadn’t forgotten that she currently lacked true qi and her body harbored hidden vulnerabilities.

Yet even in this state, she would never let the Sun Family gain the slightest advantage.

As she got into the car, she quickly sent a message to Xu Jinrong, instructing him to ensure Xu Liu Ziman’s safety.

Xu Jinrong: Don’t worry, I’ll take care of Ziman.

Xu Jinrong: Where are you now? I’ll come find you.

Song Cheng: On my way to the Sun Family.

As Sun Qi got into the car, he saw Song Cheng replying to a message with her head lowered. He immediately sneered, “Calling for backup? Ha! Go ahead! I’m curious to see who’s bold enough to openly defy the Sun Family.”

Song Cheng ignored him. After finishing her message, she tucked her phone into her pocket, crossed her legs, and leaned back leisurely in her seat, closing her eyes to rest.

Seeing this, Sun Ce frowned deeply.

He had to admit that Song Cheng’s martial arts skills far surpassed his own. During their initial exchange, he had appeared to hold his ground, but only he knew that Song Cheng had been leading him by the nose the entire time.

By the end, he was utterly defenseless, forced to endure Song Cheng’s beating. His martial arts talent was among the best in the family, and he had repeatedly brought honor to the Sun Family in the previous two martial arts tournaments. The envy and flattery of his peers had inflated his arrogance, so when his younger brother warned him about Song Cheng’s skill, he dismissed it entirely, rashly confronting her.

Having already suffered one defeat at Song Cheng’s hands, he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. Seeing her composure, he couldn’t help but suspect she had something up her sleeve.

Sun Qi brushed off his brother’s concerns, clapping Sun Ce on the shoulder. “Brother, we may not be her match in martial arts, but don’t forget—this is M City. M City is Sun Family territory. Who would dare disrespect us? Even if the Five Great Southern Clans came to help, they’d think twice before crossing us.”

*Lingnan?*

Sun Ce’s mind raced. He immediately pulled out his phone and ordered his men to investigate Song Cheng’s background.

Meanwhile, Liu Zimang sat anxiously in the car, her lips pressed into a tight line.

“Don’t worry,” Zhang Yuxi reassured her. “Song Cheng should be… fine.”

After Song Cheng left with the Sun Family, Zhang Yuxi and Zhao Qi had rushed to Liu Zimang’s room to persuade her to leave. Stubborn as ever, Liu Zimang initially refused, insisting on waiting for Song Cheng to return. It wasn’t until Zhang Yuxi revealed that this was Song Cheng’s plan that she finally relented.

Liu Zimang shook her head, her eyes rimmed with red. “Even if she’s strong, she’s still just one person. How can I not worry?”

“Didn’t you already call the Xu and Zhang Clans? They’ll help.”

“I… I know, but I’m still worried. Her health has always been fragile. What if this fight leaves her with another hidden injury?” Liu Zimang’s voice trembled, her hands shaking faintly at her sides.

Zhang Yuxi carefully sat beside her and gently rested Liu Zimang’s head on her shoulder. “Trust her. If she says she’s fine, then she’s truly fine.”

As soon as the car stopped, Sun Qi leaped out, using his good hand to yank open the door. He glared at Song Cheng with a sneer. “After you!”

Song Cheng didn’t hesitate. She stepped out with an air of nonchalant confidence and lazily followed Sun Ce into the villa.

The sprawling estate covered over a hundred acres, with several villas scattered across the grounds. The grandiose design, both inside and out, reeked of money.

“Now this is living,” Song Cheng muttered under her breath.

After crossing a garden nearly the size of a football field, she followed Sun Ce into the main hall.

The ostentatious display of wealth, with its gaudy gold accents, made Song Cheng’s fingers itch. She wanted to rip down all the blindingly shiny decorations—they were simply too dazzling.

“Grandfather, I’ve brought her,” Sun Ce said respectfully.

Sun Guichang, who had been feeding his birds, handed the birdseed to Sun Ce before slowly turning around. “You’re the one who injured my grandson?”

Before Song Cheng could answer, Sun Qi cut in. “Grandfather, you must avenge me!” He rushed to Sun Guichang’s side, pointing at Song Cheng. “It’s her! Not only did she beat me into this state, but she also disrespected the Sun Family and even mocked our martial arts, saying they’re not fit for the stage!”

“Impudence!” Sun Guichang’s voice rumbled, unconsciously releasing his oppressive aura.

Song Cheng stepped forward with nonchalant ease, a faint smile playing on her lips. Under the astonished gazes of everyone present, she strolled over to the sofa and sat down with leisurely grace.

This act was a blatant slap in the face to the Sun Family, yet strangely, neither Sun Ce nor Sun Guichang spoke. As for Sun Qi, he was currently struggling to support himself against a pillar with only one arm.

Sun Guichang had never anticipated that Song Cheng possessed such profound internal energy. Not only had she completely neutralized his oppressive aura, but she had even retaliated with an even more formidable force.

“Not bad,” Song Cheng remarked, picking up a teacup from the coffee table and pouring herself tea. “But your skills are still lacking refinement.”

With the oppressive aura gone, Sun Ce and Sun Qi both exhaled in relief, their eyes turning in unison to Sun Guichang, who remained rooted to the spot.

Sun Guichang took a moment to regulate his breathing, forcefully suppressing the surging discomfort within him. His gaze toward Song Cheng now held a hint of scrutiny, as he wondered about her true origins.