No Return

They were her own kin, and she had no intention of taking their lives, but if they were laying an ambush to take hers, then she was no saintess if she showed mercy.

In neither her past life nor her current one did she wish to be a person of such noble character. To live without shame under heaven and earth, not to deceive unless deceived—this was enough!

Now, as others wished her dead, in her weak and feeble body, she had no choice but to strike first.

The head of the Luobei City branch was Beiting Ming and Beiting Han's father, Beiting De. With her current strength, it was not wise to confront these people directly.

Beiting Huang gripped the dagger firmly in her hand and stealthily approached the front gate.

"How strange, that useless piece of trash, why hasn't she come back yet?" Beiting Ming was growing impatient, his voice kept very low.

He had just been thwarted by Beiting Huang. Unable to muster spiritual qi in his dantian, he was now in the same "useless" state as Beiting Huang, yet he still had the nerve to call her trash.

"Young Master Ming, she went to the Mu Residence and should be back soon. Let's wait patiently," someone advised him in a low voice.

"Go, you go, check her room, see if that trash has returned," Beiting Ming sent someone.

Beiting Huang then stopped behind a flowering tree, silent and invisible in the darkness. The man passed by her without noticing, until a sharp pain in the back of his neck brought him to the ground. There wasn't even time to cry out a warning; under the dark night, he could barely discern that the person before him was the Beiting Huang they had been waiting so long for.

"Beit…"

"What was that noise?" Beiting Ming heard a faint sound and immediately thought of Beiting Huang's tactics. A chill crept up his spine, and his hairs stood on end. "Go check it out!"

Beiting Huang had been waiting for exactly this moment. With their superior numbers and her unfamiliarity with the spiritual energy of this land, she wasn't entirely confident she could disable them without alarming others.

Stumbling along, the man tripped over something soft and gave a start. Before he could even scream, his neck was seized by a hand as strong as iron pincers. Lifted off his feet, he couldn't cry out; seeing the owner of the hand, shrouded in the darkness like a phantom, he was so frightened he wet himself.

"This damn kid, sent him to take a look and he goes off to take a leak!"

The smell of urine carried on the wind towards the gate. Beiting Ming, furious, kicked at someone nearby. "You, hurry, go check if that trash has returned. I'm sick of waiting!"

The man in Beiting Huang's grasp kept glancing back at where Beiting Ming was, trying to give a warning, but in Beiting Huang's grip, all his efforts were futile.

Irreformable!

Beiting Huang let out a cold snicker and suddenly applied pressure. A "crack" sounded, eerie in the silent night. Releasing her grip, there followed a heavy "thud"—the sound of a body hitting the ground.

"Who's there?"

By now, if Beiting Ming and the others hadn't realized something was wrong, they were living in vain.

But it was too late. A streak of blood flew towards them, and Beiting Ming along with his two companions were splattered in the face with warm liquid, the stench of blood filling their nostrils. This truly terrified the three of them.

"Beiting Huang, come out here!" Beiting Ming once again thought of Beiting Huang's ghostly skills. When had that good-for-nothing become so powerful?

He had a hunch it was Beiting Huang.

A dark figure suddenly appeared before the three men, silent as a shadow. She was still holding someone; with a drop of her hand, that person collapsed to the ground. One couldn't make out the face, but by the body's shape, it was the very man Beiting Ming had sent to see if Beiting Huang had returned.

He was dead, dead so quickly!