Battle Through the Heavens: Starting with Cao Ying as an apprentice

"Well, since we've already cleaned things up, let's do it thoroughly," he thought, deciding to investigate the origins of these people and eliminate them completely.

However, before they could even move, a familiar scent suddenly swept across the night sky.

Ling Ying suddenly looked up.

A white light streaked across the sky like a shooting star, moving at incredible speed, and disappeared in the west of the city in the blink of an eye.

Ordinary people might just think it's an illusion, but Ling Ying could see it clearly—it was the trace of battle qi transforming into wings, and the aura was exactly the same as the mysterious perception that had spied on him and the young lady not long ago.

"A Dou Huang..." Ling Ying's pupils contracted slightly. The last time he sensed the other party, the other party was only a Dou Wang, but now he had broken through. And the direction that white light streaked towards was none other than the mansion of the Jia Lie family.

Ling Ying stood still, his black robes fluttering slightly in the night breeze. He remained silent for a moment, then chuckled softly.

"It seems I don't need to go."

Someone has already raided his home. And it was a newly promoted Dou Huang.

He didn't linger; his figure melted into the deep darkness like mist, disappearing back into the shadows outside the clothing store as if he had never left.

Inside the store, Xun'er felt like she was about to fall apart.

Cao Ying held up a long purple silk dress to her left, while Little Fairy Doctor examined a white ruqun embroidered with green bamboo patterns on her right. Their eyes met, and invisible sparks seemed to explode in the air.

"Purple exudes nobility and makes Xun'er's skin look as white as snow. Trust me, you won't regret it!" Cao Ying raised an eyebrow.

“Elegance suits Xun’er’s temperament better. This dress is too flamboyant. You look like some ostentatious lady.” Little Fairy Doctor smiled and retorted, but secretly exerted force on her hand, pulling Xun’er closer to herself.

"That's petty of you!"

"That's vulgar!"

Xun'er was swayed from side to side, looking utterly dejected. The pale yellow dress she was wearing was the eleventh she'd tried on that evening—perhaps the twelfth? She'd lost count. Her shoulders and arms ached and went numb; even the forced smile on her lips was almost impossible to maintain.

"Two... sisters." She finally managed to speak weakly during the brief pause between the two women, her bright eyes glistening with tears as she looked out the window; "It's really late, the night market is almost over... If I don't go back soon, I won't have time to sleep, I'm so sleepy."

His tone was soft, with a cautious plea.

Cao Ying and Little Fairy Doctor were both startled and followed her gaze to the window.

Sure enough, most of the street vendors had already closed up shop, pedestrians were few and far between, and only a few lanterns were swaying in the wind.

Looking back at the innkeeper—the middle-aged woman who had been standing there with a smile—she now looked tired. Although she still maintained a polite smile, her eyes already showed the intention to see the guest out.

Xun'er took the opportunity to cast a pitiful look at the female shopkeeper, like a little deer trapped in a cage waiting to be rescued.

The shopkeeper understood immediately. She glanced at the mountain of clothes piled up beside the two young ladies—most of which they had already decided to buy, and today's profits had far exceeded expectations. She smiled gently and stepped forward, saying, "Gentlemen, it is indeed almost closing time. The clothes you purchased tonight will be properly organized. If there are any styles you still like, why not come back tomorrow to choose at your leisure?"

The words were phrased tactfully, but the meaning was clear.

Cao Ying and Little Fairy Doctor exchanged a glance, then looked at Xun'er's little face, which was filled with "please let me go," and finally released their hands at the same time.

"Alright, alright, that's enough for today." Cao Ying sighed, her tone still somewhat unsatisfied.

Little Fairy Doctor gently put down the dress in her hand and tidied Xun'er's slightly disheveled hair: "It's getting late, we should take Xun'er home."

Xun'er felt as if she had been granted a pardon, and almost collapsed into the chair next to her. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling extremely grateful to the female shopkeeper.

Cao Ying pulled out a gold card from her bosom and handed it to the shopkeeper: "Check out, pack it up and deliver it to the Xiao family."

Having said that, they each took Xun'er and Little Fairy Doctor's arms, one on each side, and stepped out of the shop. The night breeze was cool, dispelling the warm, cloying scent of incense inside. The long street was quiet, and the cold moonlight spread across the bluestone path, casting long shadows of the three of them.

Ling Ying watched them walk away silently from the shadows, her figure like a silent guardian, quietly following behind. Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, above the Jia Lie family mansion, a white light descended silently, startling several night birds.

Chapter 117 The Garlie Family - Annihilation

Above the Jia Lie family, the clouds drifted like cotton, and the moon and stars were hidden.

Yun Yun stood suspended in mid-air, her white robes fluttering slightly in the night breeze, like a fairy emerging from the moon. She looked down at the dimly lit courtyard below, her eyes devoid of any warmth, only a chilling indifference.

In her eyes, this family that had been entrenched in Wutan City for many years was nothing more than a filthy place waiting to be cleaned.

With a gentle lift of her jade-like hand, she grasped the hilt of the longsword at her waist, and Yun Yun's figure floated downwards. Her white robes drew a cold arc in the night sky, more like a judgment than a descent.

The moment her toes touched the ground, it was light and silent. The patrolling guards happened to turn around the corridor; a dozen or so men carrying lanterns made a soft clattering sound as their armor clashed.

The firelight illuminated Yun Yun's stunningly beautiful face, and the guards were immediately stunned. Their eyes were first filled with amazement, but then turned into undisguised greed.

“This young lady doesn’t know…” A young guard stepped forward, grinning as he spoke, his gaze roaming brazenly over Yun Yun.

Before he could finish speaking, the captain of the guard force shoved him aside and knelt down with a thud, his forehead touching the ground, his voice trembling: "This, this senior, may I ask what brings you here? How can I help you?"

The captain was drenched in cold sweat. He could see it clearly—this woman had fallen from the sky! To be able to fly, she was at least a Dou Wang level expert! These idiots actually dared to look at him like that; they were simply asking for trouble.

Their patriarch, Jia Liebi, was only a Great Dou Master. In front of such an existence, how was he any different from an ant?

Yun Yun's gaze swept over the crowd, remaining silent. Her jade-like fingers lightly flicked the hilt of her sword, drawing the blade three inches from its sheath.

It was just a fleeting moment.

A flash of cold light appeared, like a cold moon streaking across the night sky. The sword light was too fast, so fast that no one had time to see its trajectory; they only felt a blur before their eyes, and the chill had already penetrated to the bone.

More than ten guards froze on the spot, their expressions frozen in a moment of either lewdness or terror. The next second, a line of blood appeared on their necks, and their heads slid neatly off their shoulders, landing with a thud.

Before the body even fell, blood gushed out like a fountain, spreading large patches of dark red across the bluestone ground.

Throughout the entire process, only a very faint sword clatter could be heard. Yun Yun didn't even fully draw her sword; she only extended it three inches from its sheath before she sheathing it again.

She looked up into the depths of the courtyard and began to walk slowly forward.

As she took her first step, two maids were passing by with tea and snacks in the corridor. Yun Yun released a slight burst of sword energy from her sleeve, and blood bloomed from the throats of both maids at the same time. They collapsed softly, and the sound of the teacups shattering had not yet been heard before it was blocked by her battle energy.

In the second step, three members of the collateral branch of the Jialie family were drinking and making merry in the pavilion when the sword energy pierced through the pavilion pillars. A crimson dot appeared on the foreheads of all three, and their eyes instantly lost their luster.

The third step, the fourth step, the fifth step...

Yun Yun moved as if she were in an empty place, her white robes fluttering erratically in the night. Wherever she went, no one could stop her, and no one could escape her.

Whether it was a night patrolling servant, a laughing clansman, or an elder hurrying by, as soon as they entered her sight, a flash of sword light would extinguish their life.

Her movements were fluid and seamless, without a single wasted moment; every flash of sword light was precise and deadly. What was even more chilling was the terrifying silence throughout the entire process—all the screams, cries of alarm, and sounds of people falling were silently sealed off by her battle aura, not a single sound leaking out.

This once bustling family mansion was now eerily silent. Only the sound of dripping blood, the muffled thuds of falling corpses, and Yun Yun's almost silent footsteps could be heard.

Deep within the inner courtyard, in the bedroom of the clan chief Jialiebi, a scene of enchanting spring unfolded.

Jia Liebi, nearing fifty and slightly plump, was currently engaged in passionate lovemaking with his third wife on the bed, their heavy breathing and moans echoing in the room. The flickering candlelight illuminated their intertwined figures on the bed.

“Master…” The Third Madam’s face was flushed, and her fingers gripped the bed sheet tightly.

Galebi was panting heavily, about to speak, when he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong, sir?" The third wife twisted her body in dissatisfaction.

"It sounds like...something?" Galebi listened intently, but apart from the sound of the wind, he heard nothing unusual. He shook his head, thinking he was just imagining things, and bent down again.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

"Chief! Someone—" A cry of alarm pierced the night sky, but the words were cut short before they could be finished.

Immediately following was a dull thud as a heavy object fell to the ground.

Galebi suddenly jumped out of bed, his face changing drastically: "What happened!"

He hurriedly grabbed his outer robe and put it on. Just as he finished tying the belt, a soft sound came from the doorway.

That wasn't a knock, but the faint sound of a sharp blade cutting through wood.

Jia Liebi's pupils contracted sharply, and his instincts, honed by years of combat, made him lunge to the side. The instant he left his spot, a condensed, almost tangible sword light burst through the door, slicing the wooden door open as cleanly as tofu. The sword light continued its undiminished momentum, slashing straight at him.

"what--!"

With a scream, Galebi's left arm was severed at the shoulder, spinning as it landed on the blue brick floor, his fingers still twitching slightly from nerve reflexes. Blood gushed out like a waterfall, instantly staining half the wall red.

Jia Liebi collapsed to the ground, his face ashen, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, the immense pain nearly causing him to faint.

Upon seeing this tragic scene, the third wife on the bed rolled her eyes and fainted.

Footsteps sounded.

It was light and steady; every step felt like stepping to the beat of my heart.

Yun Yun walked slowly into the room, her white clothes as pure as snow, untouched by dust. Her gaze swept over the groaning, severed-armed Jia Liebi, then over the unconscious woman on the bed, her eyes showing no emotion whatsoever, as calm as if she were looking at the furniture.

"Senior..." Jia Liebi endured the excruciating pain, using his only remaining right hand to support himself on the ground, struggling to kneel down, his forehead pounding heavily as he humbly begged for mercy: "I...I don't know where I offended you, senior. Please enlighten me...I...I will do everything in my power, even exhausting my entire fortune, to compensate you...I only beg you to spare my life!"

The patriarch of the Jialie family, one of the three major families in Wutan City, was now begging for mercy like a stray dog. He didn't even dare to look up at Yun Yun's face, only kowtowing repeatedly, blood already visible on his forehead.

Yun Yun stood quietly, moonlight filtering through the broken door, casting a cold, ethereal glow upon her. Looking at the trembling man before her, she finally spoke, her voice as clear and cold as ice:

"I can't be bothered to explain to you."

He paused, then added, "You're not worthy to hear this."

Jia Liebi suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with despair, confusion, and resentment, but all his emotions froze in the next moment.

The sword flashed again.

This time, Galebi saw the sword light clearly—it was so beautiful, so pure, like the coldest star in the night sky fallen to earth.

Then, he felt a chill on his neck, his vision began to spin, and the last thing he saw was his headless body slowly falling down, blood gushing out like a fountain from his severed neck.

His head rolled to the ground, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes still open.

Yun Yun turned around and looked at the unconscious woman on the bed. Without the slightest hesitation, she unleashed a glint of sword light, sending her and Jia Liebi to their deaths.

After finishing these tasks, she left the room and began the final cleaning.

The power of the soul spread out like a tide, covering the entire Jia Lie family mansion. Under the soul perception of a Dou Huang level expert, nothing could hide—the trembling child in the cellar, the woman tightly covering her mouth in the secret room, the clansmen huddled under the artificial hill…

Every breath of life was met with a precise sword aura.

Eliminating the root of the problem is an ironclad rule in the Dou Qi Continent. To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself. Yun Yun understood this principle well and showed no mercy in her actions.

Fifteen minutes later, the entire mansion was devoid of any signs of life.

A night breeze swept through the courtyard, carrying a strong stench of blood. Moonlight shone on the corpses strewn across the yard, making it appear especially desolate. Yun Yun stood in the center of the courtyard, her white robes still spotless, creating an eerie contrast with the surrounding carnage.

She was about to conjure wings of battle aura to leave when she suddenly stopped, turned her head, and thought for a moment.

"Master seems to need gold coins... Cao Ying and Little Fairy Doctor also need medicinal herbs to make medicine."

She turned around and walked back into the depths of the courtyard.

Chapter 118 My Friend Xiao Yu