Chapter 166: You Are the Trash
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Qiao Mu’s eyes plunged to sub zero temperatures.
Without any hesitation, she walked up and kicked Qiao Cong in the stomach.
Qiao Cong’s eyes shot open as he flew back straight into the crowd, eliciting a wave of shrieks.
Duan Yue was behind her but did not have a single opportunity to stop this!
He angrily flicked his sleeves!
Why did Daybreak Sect keep taking in all these harebrained idiots?! They did not have the strength but just had to provoke the little girl!
What were they doing but seeking death?
“AH!” Qiao Cong felt incredible pain stab his stomach and actually burst out bawling.
“My son!” A middle-aged woman nestled out of the crowd and dashed toward Qiao Cong.
Qiao Mu glanced at the woman. Only then did she remember… wasn’t this so-and-so Second Aunt the Madam née Li who came to her doorstep and wanted to steal her supplies?
It turned out to be this ‘supreme-grade’ Second Aunt!
Qiao Yingchun followed behind Madam née Li and, tilting, toddled over as well. When she looked up and saw Qiao Mu, her eyes bulged out of their sockets. “Mom! It’s her! The little wench who stole our clothes and jewelry is here! Quick, punish her!
“You hoodlum rascal!” Madam née Li turned and pointed at Qiao Mu as she flew off the handle. “You dare to show yourself before us? Where’s your mother?! Tell Wei Ziqin to get her ass out here! I need to have a good talk with her and ask if she knows how to teach her daughter! What kind of imp did she raise?! Not only do you steal things but you also attack your brother! You don’t have the slightest of manners! You’re truly a complete bastard!”
Ink filled Qiao Mu’s face, and she pulled out her identity tablet and showed it to the stupefied guards of the City Lord’s Estate near them. “Seize her!”
“High rank” was carved onto the back of the tablet!
She was a distinguished guest from the central district!
The guards’ expressions turned solemn, and they immediately charged toward the screaming and raging Madam née Li. They twisted the woman’s arms behind her back and shoved her in front of Qiao Mu in a flash.
“Slap her mouth until I’m satisfied,” Qiao Mu coldly ordered, her glutinous and childish voice devoid of any emotion.
A guard swung his arm and slapped Madam née Li’s mouth.
Slap!
Silence descended on the plaza in the blink of an eye.
Even the three mentors, who were sitting behind the long table and giving guidance assessments to the queuing children, stood up and looked at the commotion with bemusement.
Slap! Slap! Slap after slap landed on Madam née Li’s face.
Madam née Li’s arms were clamped behind her back. At first, she could still struggle and run her foul mouth off with angry curses toward Qiao Mu. However, after her face suffered a dozen slaps, her face became a bit numb and she could not open her mouth anymore.
Qiao Cong’s rage hit the ceiling, and a layer of mystic energy enveloped his fist. He furiously charged toward Qiao Mu and swung his fist toward her face. “B*tch! Die!”
“You arrogant fool.” Qiao Mu caught his fist.
Qiao Cong’s eyes shot open in shock. He knew very well how fast he charged over, but this little girl who was two years younger than him actually… caught his fist!
“Are you amazing simply because you’re a mystic cultivator? Can you abuse other people’s lives simply because you’re a mystic cultivator? A mere level one mystic cultivator has his nose up in the heavens! You are the true piece of trash!” The little girl’s voice was flat but everyone present could hear the chilliness in it.
Crack!
“Ah—AHHHHH!” The pain that radiated from his wrist being snapped broken caused Qiao Cong to involuntarily let out a terrible cry.
“Mystic cultivators also know how to cry?” The little girl derisively sneered. Her words sent a torrential coldness into its listeners’ hearts…