Chapter 6 Madwoman? Senior Sister!
“Old Zhang, when it comes to dealing with the remnants of the Ye family, show no mercy!” Wang Chengjie sneered, settling himself unhurriedly at the side, pouring himself a fine pot of tea and feigning leisure as he sipped.
“Yes!” The man with the hooked nose curled his lips into a sinister smile. In a flash, before the two women could react, a massive hand swept down toward Zhou Manyun’s head as if to blot out the sun!
Though the two sides were separated by more than ten meters, this Grand Martial Master appeared before them in the blink of an eye. One hand pressed down upon the unprepared Zhou Manyun, while the other drew a short dagger, aiming for Ye Tian’s face.
This two-pronged attack forced a choice: save another or protect oneself?
A gasp swept through the crowd—the speed was simply too much!
From the crowd’s vantage, the man seemed to appear in front of Ye Tian and the two women almost instantly. It was a breathtaking display!
Such speed! Such ruthless cunning! So this is the power of a Grand Martial Master.
Zhang Shihao’s eyes lit up, his heart surging with joy. Ye Tian, now you’re finished!
But before he could indulge his delight, there was a dull thud—a bang! The short dagger that had just flashed coldly through the air was suddenly flung skyward.
In that same instant, the hooked-nosed man, who had finally drawn near to his prey, was sent flying backward as if struck by a hurricane, smashing through over a dozen banquet tables before crashing to the ground in the dust.
“A miscalculation,” Ye Tian said calmly, standing where he had been, the Zhou sisters unscathed behind him. He dusted off his clothes with a faint air of indifference. “Otherwise, that would have been fatal.”
From the cloud of dust, the hooked-nosed man struggled to his feet but dared not make another move.
Impossible! His eyes were wild with shock and terror, disbelief written clear upon his face.
This young man—was he a Grandmaster? Or even a Supreme Grandmaster?
So young, and yet…
Others might not have seen, but he knew. In the split second he had moved, the young man ahead had anticipated his actions. Ye Tian’s right leg shot out like a dragon, delivering a fierce whip kick.
That single strike shattered thirteen ribs of this peak Grand Martial Master!
It had seemed casual, almost effortless, and yet with that one blow, his internal organs had shifted, his life hanging by a thread. Even if he survived the day, he would be bedridden for at least half a year.
Agonizing pain wracked his body, and a cold sweat broke out across his skin. An inexplicable terror spread through him—he had to escape, or he would surely die!
…
“Who won?”
The onlookers were bewildered. To their ordinary eyes, the clash had been a whirlwind of dust, with the two men meeting only for an instant before standing apart once more. No one could tell the outcome.
Just then, Wang Chengjie spewed his tea in shock, leaping to his feet.
He failed? This boy… perhaps he truly has some skill…
“What happened?”
“Ye Tian, are you alright?” The Zhou sisters, still shaken, hurried to check him over, only to find his clothes were not even wrinkled.
“What could possibly happen to me? He’s the one in trouble,” Ye Tian replied with a cold laugh.
He was about to continue when, from the entrance, a silvery, bell-like laugh echoed—a laugh both wanton and free.
“Keke, what a delightful scene, to begin the show without waiting for me?” All eyes turned as a woman in a pale red palace dress entered, her beauty instantly drawing gasps and murmurs.
Those enchanting, phoenix eyes, the proud curve of her delicate nose, her flawless face yet unpainted, exuded a wild allure. And especially those crimson lips—each movement hinting at endless temptation.
“Gu Qingcheng!” someone exclaimed.
Why has this madwoman come?!
Wang Chengjie’s brow furrowed, a sense of foreboding overtaking him.
“Qingcheng!” The Zhou sisters’ faces lit up and they hurried to greet her.
“Let me introduce you—this is my dearest friend, Gu Qingcheng.” Zhou Manyun relaxed entirely at the sight of her, smiling from ear to ear. “And this is Ye Tian. He saved us, so, sister, you must help him today!”
“Oh?” The woman in the palace dress glanced at Ye Tian, intrigued. “Of course, anything for my sister.” She then turned her gaze on Wang Chengjie. “Old Dog Wang, greetings.”
The crowd was stunned—someone actually dared to call Wang Chengjie ‘Old Dog Wang’?
What boldness this woman had.
Wang Chengjie’s face burned with rage, but he forced a stiff smile. “Miss Gu.”
He dared not lose his temper—not in front of this madwoman.
Gu Qingcheng’s notorious reputation echoed throughout the capital. She was wild, unrestrained, and feared no one—not even the three great families of Zhongdu. If they offended her, she would not hesitate to curse them to their faces.
Why? Because she had the power to back it up.
How terrifying was she?
Just a week ago, this madwoman had single-handedly taken on three martial grandmasters, crippling them all and escaping unscathed. Her strength was unfathomable.
Most crucially, she was alone, unattached—no one to threaten, no connections to exploit. Even the great clans avoided provoking this mad she-wolf.
“Uncle, should we just leave?” Zhang Shihao was visibly shaken.
He was truly afraid. Once, he had whistled at this madwoman, and she declared she’d make him a eunuch. He had been too scared to leave his home for over a month.
If anyone else had threatened him, he’d have laughed it off. But from Gu Qingcheng, he believed it completely.
So even if today’s wedding was ruined, he dared not risk angering her.
As the two whispered, Gu Qingcheng’s voice rang out:
“Keke, are you two plotting your escape?”
Wang Chengjie’s heart skipped a beat, but he forced a stern tone. “Miss Gu, you do jest. Today is my nephew’s wedding—a day that should be joyous, but someone has come to disrupt it.”
“By rights, we are not in the wrong. Besides, this is Shihao’s wedding. This Ye fellow barged in without an invitation—isn’t that too much?”
“Isn’t that unreasonable?!”
“Reason?” Gu Qingcheng sneered. “The one with the hardest fist makes the rules. My friend says you bullied her companion, so I’m going to beat you both to death for them.”
“Or, if you’re strong enough, you can try to kill me instead!”
A stunned silence fell.
“Wow!”
“That madwoman is at it again!”
The guests began to scatter, hurrying to the exits.
In the next moment, Gu Qingcheng raised her frost-pale fingers, and with a simple gesture, a powerful presence swept across the wedding hall, crushing pressure filling the air.
Wang Chengjie’s face turned deathly pale.
Zhang Shihao had already collapsed to the floor, bloodless and trembling.
“What a formidable woman,” Ye Tian mused with interest, standing off to the side. Suddenly, something in his chest hummed violently.
The Seven Phoenix Soft Needles, at this moment, had become rigid!
He quickly drew the Seven Phoenix Soft Needles from his pocket, pointing them at Gu Qingcheng.
The crimson silver needles quivered, straightening into a perfect line.
“Senior Sister?!”