Reborn as a True Heiress and Becomes a Boss

Chapter 138 Two People Who Intruded into the Cultivator's Battle

Yang Nianqing's cultivation level is high. Although Song Zhe's level is slightly lower than hers, sword cultivators are good at fighting beyond their level. It's just that his spiritual power is not up to par. Although Yang Nianqing's whip technique cannot do anything to him for the time being, if this continues, he will still be defeated due to insufficient spiritual power.

Song Zhe's eyes darted around, dodging Yang Nianqing's whip once again. He didn't know what material the whip was made of, but his Qiankun Sword couldn't cut it. "You use a whip, and you have a demonic beast with you. Are you from the Beast Taming Sect?"

Yang Nianqing still didn't answer him. She knew he was trying to distract her. Yang Nianqing's attack became even fiercer. Just like Mo Mo said, she wanted to show him what it meant for a villain to die from talking too much. How dare he compare her to the people of the Beast Taming Sect!

Song Zhe quickly raised his Qiankun Sword to parry. Yang Nianqing's attack was fierce, and he could feel the pain in the tiger's mouth where he was holding the sword. This woman was really powerful. If this continued, he wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

As time passed, fewer and fewer people remained at the scene, but Yang Nianqing could still sense that many cultivators were rushing over. Yang Nianqing increased the input of spiritual power into the Soul-Striking Whip; she had to deal with this sword cultivator as soon as possible.

Song Zhe's spiritual power was momentarily unable to rise, and he was struck squarely by the Soul-Slaying Whip. The whip's tail swept across his cheek, leaving a red mark. The intense pain made Song Zhe frown, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly. What was going on? Why was her weapon so malevolent? It felt as if it had struck his soul.

Just then, two disheveled men ran over. Both of them were injured. As soon as they entered the place, they were shocked to see the people lying haphazardly on the ground. It looked like a murder scene.
One of the men didn't see the unconscious person on the ground trip and stumble forward. The instinct of weightlessness made him want to grab onto something. He felt like he grabbed onto something resilient, but it didn't steady him. Instead, he pulled it off.

The man fell heavily to the ground, the gunshot wound on his leg just barely missing the ground. The wound, which had been slowly healing, was torn open again, and blood flowed from the bandage. The man held his leg to ease the pain. He looked at the thing in his hand, a red flower. The flower's stem was incredibly resilient, and he managed to pull it up, soil and roots included. However, the flower looked somewhat familiar.

"Chairman! Are you alright?" another man rushed forward and asked.

It turns out that the two of them were Xu Jiahao and Fang Chengde, who were hiding from assassins in the forest.

The sudden turn of events caused everyone to stop fighting and stare blankly at the two of them.

Yang Nianqing and Song Zhe also stopped.

Xu Jiahao, without looking up, said it was nothing, still staring at the flower in his hand. His mind raced, and finally, he remembered seeing this flower in a collection of medicinal herbs he had seen in his father-in-law's study 20 years ago. It was described as the Phoenix Seeking Flower, a rare and precious medicinal herb with the power to revive the dead and heal the wounded. Because the medicinal effects described were so incredible, he remembered it vividly. But wasn't that just made up? How could there actually be one?
At this moment, Xu Jiahao sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere. He looked up and saw these people staring at him like wolves, or rather, at the flower in his hand. Could it be that these people were trying to snatch the flower?

Xu Jiahao looked at the many people lying on the ground, their blood staining the ground red. What exactly was this flower? How could it cause such a commotion among these people? Why was there a record of it in his father-in-law's study? Considering his father-in-law's family's status, Xu Jiahao couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. Could the record in that book be true?
Seeing Xu Jiahao and Fang Chengde's faces, Song Zhe couldn't help but sigh. You really can't make promises lightly. Look, heaven has made him fulfill his promise. Now that Xu Jiahao has the Phoenix Seeking Flower in his hand, Song Zhe has even less reason to let him go.

Song Zhe raised his sword, used his movement technique, and thrust it at Xu Jiahao. The speed was so fast that Xu Jiahao, being an ordinary person, had no way to dodge it.

Song Zhe's actions were like flipping a play switch; the people present started fighting again.

Yang Nianqing was startled and swung the Soul-Slaying Whip. The whip wrapped around Song Zhe's sword and pulled it back forcefully. The tip of the sword went up from Xu Jiahao's neck, grazed Xu Jiahao's chin and nose, and then came back. If it had gone forward a millimeter, the sword would have cleaved him directly from his chin.

"They're so fast!" Xu Jiahao was startled. "Are these people superhumans?"

Fang Chengde quickly helped Xu Jiahao up and took a few steps back.

"Why did you kill him! He was just an ordinary person! Why did you drag him into the conflict between cultivators?" Yang Nianqing said, frowning.

Song Zhe flung away Yang Nianqing's Soul-Striking Whip, his eyes cold as he looked at Yang Nianqing and said, "I was entrusted with this task, so I'm just doing my duty. Besides, the Phoenix-Seeking Flower is in his hands now, how could I possibly let him go?" As he spoke, Song Zhe charged towards Xu Jiahao and Fang Chengde. Song Zhe was filled with murderous intent, and his gaze towards the two of them was like that of someone looking at a dead man, devoid of any warmth.

Yang Nianqing used the Soul-Striking Whip to deflect Song Zhe, then stood in front of Xu Jiahao and Fang Chengde, assuming a protective stance.

Song Zhe took two steps back. That woman's whip was truly troublesome; the pain that struck his body felt like it went straight to his soul. He hadn't yet recovered, and his hand holding the sword was still trembling slightly. Seeing Yang Nianqing's posture, Song Zhe frowned and said, "What? You want to protect them? Do you know them?"

Yang Nianqing shook his head and said, "So what if you don't know them? You can't just kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Song Zhe sneered and said disdainfully, "What a saint you are! Your heart for saving people from suffering is unmatched. Are you going to just hand over the Phoenix Seeking Flower to someone else?"

She could tell that Song Zhe was being sarcastic, but Yang Nianqing wasn't angry and just smiled. "I wouldn't dare call myself a saint. I was just trying to save you. Aren't you afraid of divine retribution for killing innocent people like this? Will the person you love never wake up? Besides, how could I possibly give up the Phoenix Seeking Flower?"

Song Zhe was startled and took another step forward. He frowned and said, "What do you know? You investigated me!"

"Where would I find so much free time?" Yang Nianqing scoffed.

Song Zhe gripped the Qiankun Sword tightly. "No matter what, these two must die, and the Phoenix Seeking Flower will definitely be mine." He raised the Qiankun Sword, performed a flourish, and unleashed his strongest swordsmanship to decide the outcome! Song Zhe channeled all his spiritual power and shouted, "Heaven and Earth are boundless, Qiankun borrows the power!"

Yang Nianqing seized the opportunity and shot out a freezing talisman. Song Zhe's voice stopped abruptly, and the surging spiritual energy in his body also subsided. Only his mouth and eyes could move. "How despicable!"

“Where is the despicable? I am a talisman cultivator, and talismans are my weapons,” Yang Nianqing said with a slight smile.

She turned to face Xu Jiahao and said, "Uncle! Can I have this flower?"

The girl's eyes were beautiful, and for some reason, Xu Jiahao felt a sense of familiarity with them. Xu Jiahao's gaze slowly softened.

Yang Nianqing felt a little uncomfortable. Why was this uncle looking at her like that?

Xu Jiahao glanced at the flowers in his hand. They were of no use to him. Xu Jiahao handed the flowers to Yang Nianqing and said, "If you like them, you can have them."

Yang Nianqing was taken aback. This uncle was so decisive. Yang Nianqing said thank you, took the Phoenix Seeking Flower and put it into the Vine Entwining Flower Space. Yang Nianqing breathed a sigh of relief. The matter was finally settled.

At this moment, another group of people arrived at this place and saw this scene.

"It's you again!" an angry female voice rang out.

(End of this chapter)