Clean Up and Leave

He felt frustrated by Gu Qingluan's attitude, but for the sake of long-term benefits, he suppressed his anger.

"Alright, alright, let's not bring it up. Luan'er, can you tell me who taught you such skills? Your father should be grateful to him."

"Are you free right now?"

Gu Zhicheng was taken aback.

"Instead of packing your luggage, is the head of the Gu family planning to stay at my house and not leave?"

"What do you mean? Are you trying to drive us away?" Gu Zhicheng couldn't control his rising voice.

Gu Qingluan burst into laughter. "If the head of the Gu family wants everyone in Tianjing to know that you were 'driven' out by me, I don't mind stretching my muscles and bones."

The word "driven" was emphasized.

Gu Zhicheng didn't expect her to be so ruthless. He had thought that she would coax her and change the plaque back.

If they were to be chased out, they would truly become a joke to the entire Tianjing!

"Gu Qingluan, why have you become so unreasonable!" Gu Zhicheng shouted angrily.

Gu Qingluan stepped aside, wrinkling her brows in disgust. "The head of the Gu family should speak in a civilized manner and not spray saliva everywhere."

Gu Zhicheng was infuriated, his eyes turning red. "You..."

"Furthermore, I'm not deaf. There's no need to be so loud. Others might think you've gone mad," she added.

"You insolent girl! Do you really think I can't deal with you?"

When one became extremely angry, he could lose his rationality.

Gu Zhicheng shouted loudly, his robe billowing, and a flash of white light emanated from his palm, shooting towards the other person.

The nearby servants couldn't help but hold their breath, their eyes gleaming as they watched intently.

The family head was a Tier Four expert, and Gu Qingluan used to be considered worthless. Even if she had grown stronger now, she couldn't possibly match the family head!

The family head must have been lenient with her in the past!

The family head needed to teach her a lesson swiftly!

Gu Qingluan maintained her composure as he charged towards her, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

So, the old fool can't handle a little provocation, huh? He couldn't keep up the pretense for long?

Raising her hand as if swatting a fly, she delivered a resounding slap to Gu Zhicheng's face.

The palm strike generated a surprisingly loud sound upon impact.

Gu Zhicheng was sent flying backward.

The surrounding servants were left dumbfounded.

The... the family head was slapped away?

He was a Tier Four expert!

And he was effortlessly slapped away like that?

The servants gazed at Gu Qingluan's right hand as she retracted it.

That hand was exquisitely beautiful, slender, and fair, as if untouched by the passage of time, delicate and flexible.

Many people couldn't believe what they were witnessing. They rubbed their eyes, but the reality remained unchanged.

Terrifying! Utterly terrifying!

The servants struggled to swallow their saliva, their courage shattered, their legs too weak to flee.

"Family head! Are you alright, family head?" The steward was the first to react, overcoming his fear as he hurried to assist Gu Zhicheng.

Gu Zhicheng was helped to his feet, feeling dizzy and disoriented, a buzzing sound ringing in his ears.

A distinct palm print swelled prominently on his left cheek, presenting a ridiculously comical sight.

The servants wanted to laugh, but they did not dare to.

"Pff!"

Someone laughed. Who had the guts to laugh at the family head?

Oh, so it was the young miss!

The servants looked numb.

"Family head, family head, what happened to you! Someone help, the family head has fainted! Quickly call for a doctor!"

Just at that moment, Gu Zhicheng suddenly collapsed, and the steward shouted at the top of his lungs.

Gu Qingluan glanced meaningfully at the fallen Gu Zhicheng, who was leaning on the steward.

A Tier Four cultivator wouldn't be knocked unconscious by her single slap.

He was pretending to be unconscious because he couldn't defeat her.

Gu Qingluan chose not to expose his pretense and left calmly.

Gu Zhicheng was helped back to the main house.

He slowly opened his tightly closed eyes.

The steward exclaimed in relief, "Family head, you're awake! That's great!"

"Shut up! Hiss!" Gu Zhicheng winced as he covered his swollen and throbbing left cheek, his expression turning grim. "What just happened must not be spread. If it does, I'll end his life!"

"I understand," the steward nodded vigorously.

The reputation of the family head would be severely tarnished if news of this incident got out.

However, the steward couldn't help but wonder, now that the young miss had returned, would the family head's prestige hold any significance in the future?