Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss

Lan Xinyu and the others looked at Zhang Yuhong with disdain and started to keep a distance from him.

Zhang Yuhong noticed the strange look in Lan Xinyu’s eyes and turned helpless. He spoke up and said, “I… I… I have… changed… changed… myself… myself…”

“Stop. Wait until we leave,” said Lan Xinyu in disdain as she quickened her pace. It was too much for her to listen to. They had just cured Deng Zaibei, and now it was Zhang Yuhong. Each stuttered more after the last.

“I really don’t know what Chuxi is thinking. Why don’t we just poison him mute? That should be a relief for him.” Lan Xinyu mumbled for Zhang Yuhong’s sake.

Zhang Yuhong did not say a word for a long time, but cursed in his heart, ‘Relief? You said relief? I’d rather be a stutterer than a mute. At least I can say a few words. Do you think it was easier for me to speak than it was for you to listen to me?’

In a blink of an eye, other than those who were too old and had trouble with their legs, the rest of the people had run away. The rest of them looked terrified and helpless as they silently prayed to God. Hopefully, the eldest young master of the Zhang family’s taste hadn’t taken a turn for that much worse.

With the streets looking empty yet messy, and Zhang Yuhong who looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears, everyone could not help but laugh.

Ling Chuxi did not laugh, but slightly frowned instead.

Not long after entering Kai Yuan City, Ling Chuxi had a strange feeling, as if there was a pair of eyes in the dark, watching her quietly. This made her extremely uncomfortable; there was a strong sense of danger in the darkness.

Ling Chuxi did not show any changes in her expression. She used the Mind Training Chant and carefully scanned her surroundings. However, she did not find anything strange. Although there was some doubt or respect in Feng Zijin, Deng Zaibei, or the people from the Zhang clan’s eyes that looked at her from time to time, there was no malice in them. It was definitely not them.

When Ling Chuxi tried to use the Mind Training Chant to expand her field of vision, the feeling suddenly disappeared.

Was it just an illusion? Ling Chuxi took a deep breath and denied this guess. Ever since she possessed the Core of Martial Path, her intuition towards danger was sharper than before. This was definitely not an illusion.

But who could it be? Ling Chuxi felt a baffling pressure in her heart.

“You sensed it too?” Cang Yuan’s voice suddenly came in her mind.

“Sword Spirit, you sensed it too?” asked Ling Chuxi mentally in surprise. The Cang Yuan Sword spirit had been cultivating during this entire time. Now that it had suddenly appeared, it further proved her guess. That feeling just now was definitely not an illusion.

“Someone is using divine consciousness to probe us.” The Cang Yuan Sword spirit’s tone was unusually heavy.

“Who could it be?” asked Ling Chuxi doubtfully. It was the first time Ling Chuxi had heard the Sword Spirit’s heavy tone, and her already repressed mood turned even more uneasy.

“If my feeling isn’t wrong, it should be one of the enemies who besieged Sword Master Cang Yuan back then.” Cang Yuan gave an earth-shattering answer.

“What?!” Ling Chuxi could not help but exclaim.

“What’s wrong, Chuxi?” asked Ling Yichen who was next to her.

“Nothing, nothing,” said Ling Chuxi calmly as she covered up the shock in her heart.