Flirting with the Villain's Mother - Chapter 59

In Divine Wind Village, only five women remained, including Ruan Yao. The bl00d-soaked corpses scattered across the ground starkly highlighted the malice deep within Mu Ling’s nature.

She had slaughtered an entire village, yet still dared to proclaim her own innocence and victimhood.

In Mu Ling, Shen Su saw almost a female version of Jiang An. Both were masters of self-aggrandizement and demonizing others.

Hearing Shen Su’s words—”Kill the men, spare the women”—Mu Ling immediately seized the opportunity to manipulate the situation. “Lin Shui, you keep accusing me of harming Divine Wind Village, but that dead fox was going to slaughter every last survivor! Who knows when it would have turned on you?”

Perhaps due to her upbringing, Mu Ling lacked any understanding of human nature. Her words failed to provoke any reaction.

Lin Shuiyan pulled Wei Nanyi’s hand away from her ear and smiled at her. “Master, I’m fine now.”

The Lin Shui who had suffered so much in Divine Wind Village was long dead. She was now Lin Shuiyan, a young woman who knew what she believed in and what she needed to protect.

Ignored and frustrated, Mu Ling grew frantic. “Lin Shui, are you even listening to me?!”

Lin Shuiyan glanced indifferently at the mangled flesh and said with a straight face, “I think the Sect Leader has some interesting ideas.”

A’Ling, ever Lin Shuiyan’s little shadow, echoed her words immediately: “Exactly! The Sect Leader would never mistreat women or children. She’s such a good person!”

Hearing A’Ling’s words, Shen Su nearly stumbled and fell.

Lin Shuiyan’s lips twitched, but she forced herself to suppress her laughter, determined not to give Mu Ling any ammunition for mockery.

Shen Su wasn’t particularly evil, but she certainly wasn’t virtuous either. She lacked Wei Nanyi’s magnanimous spirit and genuine empathy for others.

Both Shen Su and Lin Shuiyan reacted oddly, but A’Ling seemed oblivious. She impartially revered anyone who treated her well, meticulously counting on her fingers: “The Sect Leader is so beautiful and kind to us. She’s willing to give us any resources we need and treats Master so well, carrying her everywhere. Unlike A’Ran, who only takes Master to roll around in bed, the Sect Leader speaks so sweetly and even comforts A’Ling. The Sect Leader…”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Shen Su interrupted, unable to bear any more. She reached out and patted A’Ling’s head, silencing her endless chatter.

The child not only praised her but also disparaged A’Ran, perhaps having learned this from Lin Shuiyan.

Her excessive praise, tinged with intense personal emotion, nearly overwhelmed Lin Shuiyan, who had to lean on Ruan Tong to barely maintain her composure. Among this group, Wei Nanyi understood Shen Su best, with Lin Shuiyan a close second.

Lin Shuiyan disagreed with A’Ling’s words, yet Wei Nanyi surprisingly agreed.

Wei Nanyi’s eyes, like pools of deep affection, would naturally mist over when she gazed at something for too long, the corners of her eyes gradually reddening like deliberately applied rouge, accentuating the delicate tenderness in her features. “Yes, Xiao Su is truly wonderful,” she said, her voice tinged with melancholy and a hint of sorrow.

Shen Su lowered her gaze.

Wei Nanyi leaned against her chest, allowing Shen Su to easily see the crimson at the corners of her eyes. That small splash of red felt like a drop of bl00d seeping into her heart, causing a sharp ache in her chest.

“Madam, Jiang An will face retribution.”

Not Jiang An.

She wasn’t grieving for Jiang An. Ever since Shen Su mentioned Jiang Xu possessing a Divine Tool, her sorrow had shifted.

Shen Su must have truly loved Jiang Xu.

She often unconsciously thought of Jiang Xu, mentioned Jiang Xu, and kept Jiang Xu in her thoughts. She had praised Jiang Xu’s beauty and strength countless times, and even openly expressed her admiration for him. Shen Su’s kindness toward her stemmed from her promise to Jiang Xu to take care of her.

This should have been a good thing.

Jiang Xu’s personality was too extreme, while Shen Su’s temperament was exceptionally gentle. If Shen Su truly loved Jiang Xu, she might be able to temper his nature.

Yet Wei Nanyi felt a heavy ache in her chest, a faint pain lingering beneath the surface.

Perhaps it was because, though Jiang Xu was her daughter, they were still separate individuals. She had believed Shen Su was her friend, but Shen Su’s blatant desire for her daughter made her uneasy.

Or perhaps she simply missed Jiang Xu.

And not just Jiang Xu—she missed Jiang Ruiping and Shen Yinxue too.

She had always known Jiang Ruiping was exceptionally kind to her, but it wasn’t until Mu Ling pointed it out that she fully realized the extent of Jiang Ruiping’s blatant favoritism.

The very people Jiang An disapproved of were the ones who had treated Wei Nanyi best.

The noisy humanoid frogs continued to berate Lin Shuiyan, accusing A’Ling and the others of being heartless. Their incessant croaking grated on her nerves.

Wei Nanyi raised her hand and slowly covered her ears.

Her emotions had always been calm and steady, but this was the first time she felt irritated by noise.

“Madam,” Shen Su said, surprised to see Wei Nanyi suddenly cover her ears.

Even when A’Ling and the others were being clingy and noisy, Wei Nanyi had never shown annoyance.

Perhaps it’s because these frogs are spewing such foul language, Shen Su thought.

Though Shen Su had given the order, most of the soft-hearted children hesitated to act.

Seeing Wei Nanyi cover her ears, Lin Shuiyan grabbed her gun and rushed to the front. “I’ll handle this.”

She had always been the leader, and this moment was no exception.

Shen Su stopped her. “Wait.”

The explosions hadn’t stopped, meaning Mu Ling’s life-stealing technique was still active. Killing the frogs now might make them the next victims of Mu Ling’s life-stealing.

Shen Su valued life. She and Lin Shuiyan dragged the unconscious women outside the village, intending to wait for Mu Ling to stop the explosions before acting. However, Shen Su had taken the Zhenyuan Pill before Mu Ling, causing her to collapse even faster. Her spiritual power was finally drained by the Azure Flame Twin Blades.

Shen Su retracted the Azure Flame Twin Blades just as her last wisp of spiritual power dissipated. Instead of supporting Wei Nanyi as she should have, Shen Su collapsed, dragging Wei Nanyi down with her. Fortunately, Ruan Tong and Lin Shuiyan reacted swiftly, each catching one of them before they hit the ground.

The Azure Flame Twin Blades had completely drained the frogs’ power. Even if they weren’t dead, they were barely alive, incapable of any resistance.

All Shen Su and the others needed to do now was wait for the explosions to cease, then take Mu Ling and clean up the aftermath in Divine Wind Village.

Wei Nanyi’s legs had improved somewhat, but she still struggled to stand for long periods.

Shen Su’s spiritual power was completely depleted, leaving her physically weak.

The effects of the Zhenyuan Pill on Mu Ling remained uncertain. Lin Shuiyan simply dragged a bed from a nearby house to the village entrance, propping Wei Nanyi and Shen Su up against it. She herself stood guard at the entrance, her gaze fixed on Mu Ling’s relentless explosions and the humanoid frogs that had insulted her.

She was memorizing her hatred.

Shen Su glanced sideways at Lin Shuiyan and sighed softly.

The dull ache in her chest intensified, accompanied by dizziness and shortness of breath. This was despite the Zhenyuan Pill having been refined by Jiang Ruiping; had it been a standard version, Shen Su might already be dead.

I’m still too weak.

If only I could be as strong as Jiang Xu.

Shen Su couldn’t help but think of Jiang Xu. Initially, it was out of fear of the original novel’s main villain. Now, it was because Jiang Xu was Wei Nanyi’s daughter and her previous caretaker.

She found herself constantly comparing herself to Jiang Xu, always feeling she fell short.

Despite her determination to care for Wei Nanyi, mistakes kept happening—a direct result of her lack of strength.

As Shen Su gazed at Wei Nanyi, her mind drifted. Her body slumped forward, the woman who had been sitting upright against the bed now lay limp, letting out a long, mournful sigh.

The road ahead would be arduous, and she needed to keep striving.

Reflecting on her past, she wondered how she, who had once only wanted to coast through life, avoiding cultivation and merely surviving in this world, had ended up here.

Originally, her sole ambition had been to stay far away from the Male and Female Leads and the main villain, living out her hundred-year lifespan in peace.

But everything seemed to change after she met Wei Nanyi.

Part of the reason was the Bloodline Restriction Mirror Quilt had planted within her, which awakened upon meeting Wei Nanyi. Given the preciousness of her bloodline, she had to cultivate diligently, even if only for self-preservation. But the more significant reason seemed to be that she genuinely enjoyed caring for Wei Nanyi, whether as the Little Rabbit or the frail human she was. Wei Nanyi was so delicate that even a gentle breeze could break her.

With her frail, sickly frame and willow-like fragility, it was impossible for Shen Su not to worry about Wei Nanyi.

She had lost her simple wish for a quiet life, but she didn’t regret it.

Shen Su now harbored a grander, more passionate ambition: to protect Wei Nanyi, avenge her, and surpass Jiang Xu in every way.

She likely despised Jiang Xu.

These petty thoughts had to be carefully concealed. If Wei Nanyi discovered her dislike for her daughter, she would be heartbroken.

Shen Su couldn’t bear to see Wei Nanyi upset, not even a little.

She felt as if she were bewitched, obsessing over Wei Nanyi’s every emotion, her heart aching at the faint red marks at the corners of her eyes, the tears that welled up, even caring more about Wei Nanyi’s dignity than Wei Nanyi herself.

The Bloodline Restriction Mirror Quilt had implanted in her body forbade her from ever harming Wei Nanyi, but it didn’t compel her to constantly dote on her.

Shen Su possessed a remarkably clear mind. Because of this clarity, she found it difficult to attribute all her emotions to the influence of the Bloodline Restriction.

Wei Nanyi…

Shen Su raised her hand, her strength waning, and let it fall naturally, shielding her eyes from the light. Her heart gradually calmed.

The explosions still hadn’t ceased, now accompanied by rustling sounds.

The movement beside her prompted Shen Su to slowly lower her hand.

The moment her hand fell, she met a pair of deep, lustrous black eyes. The dark ink within those bright eyes seemed to drip into her heart, slowly filling her chest and painting an unparalleled masterpiece upon her most vulnerable place.

“Xiao Su, are you alright?”

Wei Nanyi had approached cautiously, worried about Shen Su’s sudden collapse and the hand shielding her face. Her legs were weak, making it difficult for her to move. She had crawled over using only the strength of her wrists, her entire body pressed against the bed beside Shen Su, her upper half propped up by her hands.

They were so close.

Wei Nanyi’s unique fragrance filled Shen Su’s senses, completely masking the metallic tang of bl00d.

Shen Su had always been captivated by Wei Nanyi’s fragrance. She instinctively licked her parched lips. “Madam, I’m fine. I just used up a bit too much spiritual power.”

“I’m relieved to hear that,” Wei Nanyi said, exhaling in relief.

Her health had always been fragile, and she had even rolled down a mountain to warn Shen Su and the others about the demonic spirits.

Shen Su was exhausted, and Wei Nanyi was hardly in better condition.

Hearing Shen Su’s reassurance, Wei Nanyi stopped pushing herself. After two failed attempts to sit up, she gave up, letting herself collapse beside Shen Su. She deliberately crawled a little further away, turning her head to avoid eye contact.

Shen Su could only see the tips of Wei Nanyi’s reddened ears and hear her weary, helpless sigh.

The warm, fragrant aura swirled around her nose.

Something wild and untamed was growing rapidly in Shen Suxin’s heart.

A Demonic Creature’s innate abilities strengthen through Cultivation, not through sustained spiritual power. Spiritual power merely controls when these abilities activate. When spiritual power fades, the innate abilities revert to instinct, becoming uncontrollable yet still potent.

Shen Su’s hearing was far sharper than Wei Nanyi’s.

She heard Ruan Tong cautioning Mu Yuan and A’Ling, “This isn’t for children to see.”

She heard Lin Shuiyan hugging Xu Rong and teasing, “Madam, Madam, Xu Rong, whose madam is she, really?”

So noisy.

Shen Su irritably covered her ears, her palms burning hot.

What’s there to see anyway? It’s just that Wei Nanyi and I are lying on the same bed. Ruan Tong and the others have crammed twenty-odd people onto one bed before.

Shen Su could also detect the sudden shift in Lin Shuiyan’s usually subdued voice, now laced with mockery and teasing. But she had explained countless times that “Madam” was a term of respect. How could Lin Shuiyan, with her sharp mind, still not remember?

Whose madam could she possibly be? Certainly not mine.

Her thoughts froze, and Shen Su withdrew her gaze from the tip of Wei Nanyi’s ear.

The noise seemed to intensify, and her frustration deepened.

Suddenly, a flood of voices surged into Shen Su’s ears, overlapping with Lin Shuiyan’s group. Some were contemptuous, others humiliating.

“From this day forth, you are no longer a Goddess, but a lowly beast. You should experience the hardships of a weak creature.”

“Who would have thought the lofty Eldest Senior Sister of Approaching Immortals Mountain would end up in such a pathetic state? My heart aches for you, Wei Nanyi.”

“Where did this beauty come from? Even the goddesses in the heavens couldn’t compare to her. Seventh Uncle, even though she’s an invader, if we capture her, can we keep her alive for a few days so I can have some fun with her?”

“No, no, no, Seventh Uncle should have her first.”

“……”

Jiang An, Mu Ling, Seventh Uncle, Jiang Hu, Jiang Wu!

Every single one of them had gazed at Wei Nanyi with mocking contempt, humiliating her.

In Shen Suxin’s chest, it felt like a dull knife was grinding against her flesh, stroke after stroke.

Shen Su pressed her hands to her chest, her mind trembling violently.

“Xiao Su.”

The clamorous voices vanished instantly when Wei Nanyi called her name again.

Shen Su snapped back to reality. “Madam, I’m fine.”

“Are you really okay?” Wei Nanyi asked. Lying on the same bed, she noticed even the slightest movements. She had been startled when Shen Su turned over, her hands pressed to her chest, her breathing ragged, her lips pale, her body trembling, even the delicate bones of her snow-white hands shaking violently.

She didn’t seem merely unwell; she looked to be enduring immense suffering.

Shen Su pressed her lips together. “I’m… I’m fine.”

Only Shen Su knew how close she had come to being consumed by hatred just moments ago, the bitterness nearly obliterating her usual composure.

She must have developed an Inner Demon, its torment rooted in her excessive pity for Wei Nanyi.

Yet she felt little distress, her feelings for Wei Nanyi remaining unchanged. She calmly accepted the fact that this Inner Demon had arisen from another person.

Inner Demons aren’t so terrifying, she thought. Just kill them all, and it’ll be over.

“Xiao Su…” Wei Nanyi slowly reached out to Shen Su, still clutching the embroidered handkerchief, intending to wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead.

But before her hand could touch Shen Su’s forehead, Shen Su seized her wrist. Gazing at Wei Nanyi, she exhaled a long, pent-up breath. “Madam, I will definitely become stronger than Miss Jiang.”

First, she would surpass Jiang Xu. Then, she would strike before Jiang Xu could, slaying Jiang An and preventing Jiang Xu from committing patricide. Wei Nanyi would surely be much happier then.

Shen Su had expected Wei Nanyi to at least acknowledge her, even if reluctantly. Instead, Wei Nanyi silently placed the embroidered handkerchief in her hand and crawled back to the edge of the bed, so close to the edge that she could easily fall off.

Clutching the handkerchief, Shen Su felt utterly bewildered.

She had been certain Wei Nanyi intended to wipe her sweat. Why had she retreated? Was she just imagining things?

Suppressing the urge to ask Wei Nanyi why she was being ignored, Shen Su silently wiped away her sweat. The handkerchief still carried the faint scent of Wei Nanyi’s palm and a lingering warmth. She rubbed her forehead so vigorously that it flushed red before finally setting the handkerchief down.

By now, she had gradually calmed down.

If she could just focus, Wei Nanyi’s motives weren’t that hard to decipher. She probably still believed revenge was her own burden and didn’t want Shen Su involved.

But Wei Nanyi’s wishes didn’t matter. Shen Su was determined to kill Jiang An.

Shen Su exhaled a long breath, the gloom in her heart beginning to dissipate.

Just then, Lin Shuiyan announced, “Sect Leader, it’s stopped.”

It stopped.

Mu Ling’s body had indeed ceased its explosion. Ruan Tong and the others gathered some wooden planks, nailed them together to form a cage, and carefully collected Mu Ling’s scattered remains, placing them inside. They hesitated, weapons raised but not striking at the frogs. Only Lin Shuiyan plunged into the swarm, snapping their necks one by one with a single thrust of her blade.

Shen Su coughed twice, enduring the pain as she struggled to sit up in bed.

Her movement startled Wei Nanyi, who glanced back and asked, “Xiao Su, what are you doing?”

Instead of reaching for her Azure Flame Twin Blades, Shen Su grabbed the rusted Golden Sword. Leaning heavily on it for support, she staggered toward the frog swarm, each step trembling. “I’m going to help.”

These were just humanoid frogs, already incapable of resistance. Shen Su’s assistance was entirely unnecessary, and her current condition was hardly better than theirs.

Ruan Tong rushed forward to support her, biting her lip as if steeling herself for a decision. “Sect Leader, we’ve got this. You don’t need to intervene.”

It seemed she was preparing to join Lin Shuiyan, ready to become just as ruthless.

Shen Su, however, had other priorities.

She pushed Ruan Tong aside and continued forward. “You kill yours, I’ll kill mine.”

Staggering, Shen Su swayed until she reached Seventh Uncle, just as Lin Shuiyan arrived.

Most of Seventh Uncle’s aged skin had transformed into the smooth, slick flesh of a frog. A viscous mixture of bl00d and fluid dripped down his face, making his already cruel and sinister features appear even more menacing. Seeing Lin Shuiyan, he spat, “You little beast! You dare try to kill your own grandfather?!”

He had always been this way. Ever since Lin Shuiyan’s birth, he had never shown her a shred of kindness.

Lin Shuiyan had endured countless insults. Once, they had stung, but now she felt nothing.

She calmly gazed at Seventh Uncle, raising the gun in her hand.

Before she could move, Shen Su blocked her path. Gripping Lin Shuiyan with one hand and the Golden Sword with the other, Shen Su’s aura surged erratically, yet her words were clear: “He coveted Madam. I’ll kill him.”

Lin Shuiyan had no reason to refuse.

As she watched Shen Su repeatedly plunge the rusty Golden Sword into Seventh Uncle’s flesh, yet deliberately avoid vital spots, Lin Shuiyan realized Shen Su wasn’t here to help—she was here to vent her hatred.

Shen Su ignored Lin Shuiyan’s strange gaze, repeatedly stabbing Seventh Uncle’s body with her blunt sword.

After Seventh Uncle breathed his last, Jiang Hu and Jiang Wu were next.

Having finally killed all three, the surge of qi in Shen Su’s chest dissipated, leaving her utterly drained. Her slender frame collapsed downward, but Lin Shuiyan caught her, supporting her with one arm. “Sect Leader,” she said, “you really hold a grudge!”

The younger girl’s frame was much smaller, and Shen Su, leaning awkwardly against her, still couldn’t stand steadily. Lin Shuiyan simply tossed her onto Xiao Hu’s back.

Clinging to the tiger’s fur, Shen Su lay sprawled across its back, exhaling heavily. “There’s nothing wrong with holding a grudge,” she said. “At least you won’t be taken advantage of.”

Most importantly, she wouldn’t let Wei Nanyi be taken advantage of.

Wei Nanyi was far too generous, far too forgiving.

Fortunately, Shen Su was not a forgiving person.

With Shen Su and Lin Shuiyan leading the way, Ruan Tong and the others finally found the courage to kill the humanoid frogs. Soon, the ground was littered with their corpses. Ruan Tong gazed at the utterly devastated village and hesitantly turned to Lin Shuiyan. “Brother,” she said, “let’s burn them.”

Let them all be reduced to ashes along with the village, burying this dark and hopeless chapter.

Lin Shuiyan hugged her silver spear, her mood soaring. “You’re the Eldest Senior Sister, so your word is law. And don’t call me ‘Brother’ anymore. There’s no Lin Shui of Divine Wind Village left in this world—only Lin Shuiyan, the Second Senior Sister of the Return to One Sect.”

Ruan Tong deeply admired Lin Shuiyan. Her upbringing had forged in her an exceptional adaptability, allowing her to quickly adjust to both flight and slaughter.

In contrast, Ruan Tong possessed ample resilience but lacked Lin Shuiyan’s sharp edge.

Ruan Tong wasn’t sure if she could truly fulfill the role of Eldest Senior Sister, but since Lin Shuiyan wanted to sever her ties to the past, she felt she should honor that wish.

“Then, Second Junior Sister, burn the village.”

Lin Shuiyan was about to nod when she suddenly remembered her empty pockets.

She sheathed her silver spear and glanced back at the village. “Perhaps we should wait a little longer.”

Before Ruan Tong could ask what they were waiting for, Lin Shuiyan had already urged Xu Rong and the others to slip into the village. When they returned, their hands were laden with silver coins.

Lin Shuiyan had actually led them to loot the village.

Ruan Tong remained silent. After Lin Shuiyan had thoroughly ransacked every household, she personally set the entire village ablaze.

Empowered by Lin Shuiyan’s spiritual power, Xiao Hu had grown several times larger, carrying all of them, including the unconscious villagers, on his back. His tail dragged the wooden cage containing Mu Ling, while Lin Shuiyan’s looted coins hung from his waist.

Shen Su watched Lin Shuiyan meticulously counting each copper coin, her lips twitching slightly. The movement tugged at her wounds, causing her to gasp in pain. “You’re being awfully thorough,” she remarked, “not even sparing a single copper coin.”

“Of course,” Lin Shuiyan sneered, lightly tossing a coin in her hand. “Old Lin always said he’d never leave his money to his daughters. Now that they’re all dead, it’s mine!”

Shen Su frowned, but before she could speak, Ruan Tong interjected, pleading on Lin Shuiyan’s behalf. “Sect Leader, please don’t blame Second Junior Sister. Even if it weren’t for us, Aunt and the others will need money to live when they wake up.”

Ruan Tong was referring to the four unconscious women.

But Shen Su wasn’t concerned about that. She wanted to point out Lin Shuiyan’s incompetence.

Mu Ling had undoubtedly given Seventh Uncle and the others plenty of benefits. Yet after all her looting, Lin Shuiyan had only managed to gather this meager sum—less than the value of a single gold ingot from her thumb ring. Where were her eyes?

Ruan Tong seemed to have misunderstood.

Wei Nanyi spoke up immediately after Ruan Tong: “Xiao Su…”

Before she could offer any words of comfort, Shen Su touched her earlobe and said, “Madam, I don’t blame her.”

I haven’t done anything particularly virtuous, she thought. Why do Wei Nanyi and the others insist on believing in my noble character?

Why blame Lin Shuiyan?

The entire village was going to disappear anyway. Rather than letting the money turn to ash, it was better to salvage it and put it to its intended use.

Besides, a good portion of that money originally belonged to Lin Shuiyan’s family. They had every right to use it.

Let them misunderstand, Shen Su thought. I’m perfectly happy to leave Wei Nanyi with an excellent impression of me.

Shen Su fell silent. Lin Shuiyan tossed the copper coins into the air and caught them, suddenly asking, “Sect Leader, you didn’t give away all your good weapons, did you? Not even a spare?”

Shen Su found the question both baffling and amusing. “I still have some.”

Lin Shuiyan finished packing the coins. “Then why are you using that rusty sword? Don’t you have any others?”

“That’s not my sword. It belongs to Miss Jiang.”

Shen Su’ai’s reason for using the Golden Sword was simple: it didn’t drain spiritual power like the Azure Flame Twin Blades, and its ostentatious appearance effectively concealed her true strength. The rust also dulled its edge, making it ideal for situations where she lacked spiritual power or didn’t want to kill.

Moreover, the sword wasn’t merely a weapon Jiang Xu had given her; it was a key—a key to unlocking her murderous intent.

The blade carried Jiang Xu’s bl00d and bore her Dao.

Even now, recalling the day Jiang Xu had validated her Dao, Shen Su’ai still found Jiang Xu’s madness terrifying.

Given her current relationship with Wei Nanyi, she knew she would inevitably have to deal with Jiang Xu again. With that woman’s unhinged nature, Shen Su’ai wouldn’t be surprised if she ended up dying by her hand.

Shen Su’ai touched her neck, feeling a chill run down her spine. The desire to grow stronger burned even more fiercely within her.

She tugged on Ruan Tong’s sleeve. “Ruan Tong, after we return to the mountain, I’m going into seclusion to achieve Foundation Establishment. Don’t just focus on your own cultivation; remember to take good care of Madam.”

“Sect Leader, you’re still injured. It’s best to wait until you’ve recovered before attempting a breakthrough. There’s no need to rush,” Xian Zhufu advised.

Ruan Tong wasn’t as extreme as Lin Shuiyan; she was more composed and considerate, making her the ideal candidate for Eldest Senior Sister of the Dangui Sect.

Shen Su nodded in satisfaction but still refused Ruan Tong’s suggestion. “No, I’m in a hurry.”

She could have attempted a breakthrough long ago, but she had been concerned about Mu Ling. Now that Mu Ling had been dealt with, she needed to seize the opportunity.

Not only did she need to kill Jiang An, but she also had to survive against the great villain Jiang Xu.

To survive against a madman, one must be stronger than the madman himself.

Shen Su’s resolve grew stronger with each passing moment. She nearly shouted, “I must become stronger than Miss Jiang!”

Lying on the tiger’s back, she didn’t notice that with each word she spoke, Wei Nanyi’s gaze dimmed, until all light had completely vanished.