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

That was her uncle, Mittelfong.

The uncle who reached out to her when her parents died early and she was all alone, and who took her under his wing and raised her!

In an instant, the blood in her body seemed to freeze, then surged wildly back to her head. Mittel's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and all color drained from her face, leaving only boundless shock and bone-chilling cold.

"Why...why..." Her voice was dry and hoarse, almost inhuman: "It...could be you? My...uncle?!"

All the previously incomprehensible points, all the illogical details, are now cruelly connected by an invisible thread—

The husband's distrust of the Mittel family?

Why has Yajia Jiyue suffered a series of blows in such a short period of time?

Why did the husband ultimately choose such a desperate and tragic self-destruction?

Throughout their journey, no matter how well she concealed her tracks, why were those assassins in black always able to find her and her daughter so precisely, like maggots clinging to a bone?

It turned out to be the case.

That's it!

All the mysteries were laid bare before her in this moment, bloody and raw.

The mastermind behind all this was not an external enemy or a foe, but her maternal family—the Mittel family! And the kind-looking uncle in front of her was one of the people who orchestrated this chilling plan.

“The family needs the Ya family’s assets to fill some… considerable deficits.” Mittel Feng seemed oblivious to the shattering pain and hatred in her eyes, his tone remaining calm, even carrying a hint of elder-like “helplessness.”

"Originally, the patriarch gave Yatian a chance. If he had been willing to merge his family business into the Mittel family, he could still have lived a life of luxury, and you wouldn't have had to suffer like this. What a pity..."

He shook his head and sighed, "Your husband is too stubborn and inflexible. We've given him so many chances, but he just won't back down. Since that's the case, the family has no choice but to... send him away."

Every word was like a poisoned needle chilled to ice, piercing Mittelxue's already wounded heart.

As she listened to this nonchalant "explanation," to this "bitterness" that crushed all her happiness, family, and love into dust, a metallic taste welled up in her throat again, but she swallowed it down, turning it into a silent, intense throbbing pain in her chest.

Her maternal family, the family she relied on, meticulously plotted to dismantle her family step by step, drove her husband to his death, and now they want to exterminate her and her children!

“So…” Mittel’s voice was hoarse and almost broken, each word uttered with all her might: “You’ve come here now to kill my daughter and me, to silence us?”

Mittel looked at her swaying yet still upright back, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly covered by the cold indifference of prioritizing family interests. He nodded, then slowly shook his head: "Yes, but not entirely. Xiaoxue, your uncle has watched you grow up."

His tone was slightly somber: "I will end your suffering. This is the family's way of doing things, and also... my final act of mercy towards you."

“But Yafei, this child is still young and doesn’t understand anything. I will keep her and take her back to the Mittel family to raise. This is the only thing I can do for you now.”

Should we keep Consort Ya?

Mittel Xue almost burst out laughing, but as her lips twitched, more blood foam spilled out.

How grand and dignified, how hypocritical and ridiculous!

The reason for keeping Ya Fei is simply because the child is ignorant and easy to control, making it easier for the Mittel family to legitimately annex and digest the remaining assets of the Ya family in the future!

They want to squeeze every last bit of value out of a child.

The extreme grief, despair, and excruciating pain of being betrayed by her loved ones, along with the rampant injuries and backlash within her body, finally overwhelmed her completely.

Her vision blurred, and her last bit of strength slipped away like quicksand. She held her daughter tightly in her arms, but her vision began to dizzy and unfocused. Finally, she collapsed forward, utterly lost in darkness.

"Ugh……"

Looking at his unconscious niece, Mittel sighed softly. His usual gentle smile had vanished, leaving only a deep weariness and a barely perceptible gloom on his face.

"Xue'er, don't blame the family, and don't blame your uncle." He murmured to himself, slowly stepping forward, his palm beginning to gather fighting spirit, flashing with a dangerous light.

"If you have to blame someone, blame the world, blame Yatian for being so inflexible. In your next life... don't be born into the Mittel family again."

He raised his hand, his battle aura, imbued with a fatal blow, aimed at Mittelxue's heart. The sharp force of his energy caused her disheveled long hair to flutter slightly.

At this critical moment—

"Slap, slap, slap."

Another clear round of applause came from another direction, unhurried and deliberate. This time, the applause was clearer, more composed, and even carried a hint of undisguised amusement and mockery.

Immediately afterwards, a young and clear voice, yet with a chilling quality, resounded distinctly throughout the blood-soaked alley:

"What a wonderful and deeply moving performance!"

"Your Mittel family... are truly 'deeply loyal' to your own people, and your methods are truly brilliant."

Mittel's hand, poised to strike, suddenly stopped, and the condensed fighting spirit dissipated instantly.

He whirled around, his sharp, hawk-like gaze instantly shooting towards the dark corner from which the voice came, and he shouted sternly, "Who's there?! Hiding like a coward, get out here!"

Chapter 131 The Tabby Cat Ends

Su Baichen and Yao Chen emerged from the shadows, especially Su Baichen, who was now looking over with a smile.

The moment the two figures came into view, Mittel Feng trembled, and alarm bells rang deep within his soul—he couldn't sense their presence at all, even with all his soul power.

The only explanation is two words: crushing.

"May I ask what business you two may have that I may be of service?"

Mittelf knelt down on one knee without hesitation, his voice extremely humble.

Faced with an absolute disparity in strength, any resistance would be foolish. At this moment, he only wanted to prove his worth—even being a useful dog was better than being a useless corpse.

Su Baichen's lips curled into a smile that was neither a smile nor a smile, but there was no warmth in that smile.

"Service? Serving me?" His voice was clear and melodious, each word like pearls falling on a jade plate: "I can't afford to use that; it's easy to get stabbed in the back."

Mittelfong's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly looked up to explain, "Your Excellency misunderstands, I, Mittelfong, swear to heaven—"

"I'm too lazy to listen to you." Su Baichen gently raised his hand, rubbed his slender index finger and thumb together, and snapped his fingers crisply.

"Snapped."

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to pierce through one's soul.

Mittel's expression froze. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but the next second—

"puff!"

His head exploded like a ripe watermelon, splattering red and white matter everywhere, but an invisible barrier kept Su Baichen three feet away, preventing even a speck of his clothing from touching him. The headless corpse swayed and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The entire process was devoid of earth-shattering combat skills or dazzling energy fluctuations; it was simply a snap of the fingers that ended a life.

"Holy crap, kid Bai, that was awesome!" Yao Chen's eyes widened, his silver-white beard bristling. "Sonic fighting techniques can be used like that? Directly detonating the blood and qi inside the skull?"

"It's nothing special." Su Baichen waved his hand modestly, but the smugness in his eyes was undeniable: "It's just a little trick about vibration frequency. Find the key point in the flow of the opponent's Qi and blood, and trigger resonance with sound waves of a specific frequency. It's that simple."

"Heh!" Yao Chen's shock turned into speechlessness when he saw the other party put on an act.

As the two chatted and laughed, it was as if they had just killed not a fighting spirit, but an insignificant ant.

Su Baichen didn't care and turned to look at the corner of the wall.

I saw everything that was written. Even until the very end, Mittel Xue continued to protect Ya Fei, and even when she fainted, she still held her daughter in her arms.

Su Baichen stepped forward slowly, extending his right index finger, the tip of which emitted a faint milky-white light. The light was as warm and smooth as jade, containing boundless vitality.

The moment the milky white light touched her forehead, a warm current surged into her limbs and bones, and the wounds on her body, large and small, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, while the chaotic battle qi within her body gradually calmed down.

This battle aura not only healed her injuries but also left a gentle energy barrier in her meridians, continuously nourishing her body.

Then, Su Baichen treated Ya Fei's injuries in the same way. The little girl murmured a comfortable sound in her unconscious state, and her curled-up body relaxed.

"Alright, Yao Chen, let's go."

Su Baichen stood up, made a sweeping motion in the air with his right hand, and the space was torn apart again, directly bringing the mother and daughter into it.

Yao Chen stroked his beard, shook his head and laughed, "You lad, you certainly know how to cherish women."

He then followed them inside.

The spatial rift closed silently, leaving only a few corpses and congealed blood in the cave.

…………

The following afternoon, in a room in a courtyard of the Gama Empire, Mittel Snow slowly opened her eyes.

What came into view was an unfamiliar roof—pale blue curtains, exquisite wooden beams, and a faint scent of sandalwood in the air. She blinked in confusion, as terrifying memories of last night flooded back.

Where am I?! How did I get here?!

She sat up abruptly, the movement aggravating her still-healing wound and causing her to gasp.

The excruciating pain she had imagined did not come. She looked down and was surprised to find that all her wounds had scabbed over, and some of the shallower wounds had even healed, leaving only faint pink marks.

"Mother, don't move, let me sleep a little longer..."

A familiar murmur came from beside her. Mittelshe turned her head and saw her daughter, Yafei, curled up next to her, sleeping soundly. The little girl's cheeks were rosy, and her breathing was even; there was no trace of the fear and exhaustion from the previous night.

Seeing her daughter safe and sound, Mittel finally relaxed. She gently stroked Yafei's hair, tears of relief welling up in her eyes.

Yes, they were saved.

Someone must have rescued them, treated their wounds, and settled them here. After all, if they wanted to harm them, why would they go to such lengths?

"Fei'er, Fei'er, wake up, wake up," Mittel Xue called softly.

Ya Fei groggily opened her eyes, and after recognizing her mother, she mumbled, "Mother, what's wrong? We've already been saved with the help of our seniors. Let me sleep a little longer."

After saying that, she closed her eyes again, turned over, and soon her even breathing could be heard.

“Senior…” Mittel Xue murmured to herself, feeling boundless gratitude.

She looked around the room; it was an elegantly furnished guest room, with tables, chairs, beds, and cabinets all made of fine mahogany. Landscape paintings hung on the walls, and wisps of smoke rose from an incense burner in the corner. Judging from the style, it must be a guest room in an inn or a mansion.

Her gaze fell on the round table beside the bed—where a set of pale purple women's clothes was neatly folded, and next to it was a small set of red children's clothes, clearly prepared for Ya Fei. Beside the clothes was a small porcelain bottle, with a note pressed under it.

Mittelsnow quietly got out of bed, walked to the table, and picked up the note. It was written in elegant, flowing handwriting:

"After waking up, change into clothes. The bottle contains blood-soothing pills. Each person should take one pill."

After reading the note, Mittelxue picked up the porcelain bottle again.

She opened the porcelain bottle, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance wafted out. Inside the bottle lay two pills the size of longans, their surfaces covered with fine patterns, clearly indicating their extremely high quality.

"Blood-Suppressing Pill...this is a fourth-grade elixir!" Mittel Xue was shocked.

In the Mittel family, only elders are qualified to enjoy this level of pills, yet this senior casually took out two and gave them to them.

Without further hesitation, she took out a pill and swallowed it. The pill melted instantly upon entering her mouth, transforming into a warm medicinal power that spread throughout her body, not only accelerating the recovery of her injuries but also causing a slight improvement in her cultivation level.