Chapter 78 - An Eye for an Eye (1/2)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In less than the time taken to burn half an incense stick, Xuan Yuanyu and Yin Feng had witnessed a luxurious courtyard and half an immortal city reduced to complete ruins. There was not one intact wall to be found in the entire Yu Family courtyard. Where the hall once stood, only a crater of several tens of feet wide remained.
Xuan Yuanyu patted his chest to calm his pounding heart. Looking at this sorry state of affairs, he suddenly felt thankful. When the Great Immortal had come to the Xuan Yuan family the other time, she must have meant it when she had spoken of wanting to discuss something with him; she truly did not have any serious intention of resorting to violence.
Turning around, Xuan Yuanyu looked at a lone figure standing in the middle of it all who had stopped her bashing. He shivered a little, praying for the blessings of his ancestors.
Patting off the dust from her hands, Shen Ying turned and walked towards the pile of ruins and bending down, she dragged out the person buried underneath. The man dragged out was half-dead and completely unrecognizable as a human being. She pressed her foot down on him. There was a sound of something cracking.
She asked quietly, “Tell me, where’s my radish?”
Yu Haiheng had not yet regained his faculties. His whole body felt so painful that it had become numb. He could only feel something rapidly dissipating from his body. As someone who had been at the Soul Formation stage for many years, this was his first time learning that a person could undo a lifetime of cultivation just by using their fist. Now he was facing that very person again, and she was wearing a very impatient look on her face. Fear overwhelmed him. Was… she really only just a cultivator?
After a while, Yu Haiheng finally realized that she was asking him a question.
“What… what radish? You… who are you?”
Shen Ying frowned and grew even more impatient. Still speaking in that lazy drawl of hers, she answered, “You went to so much trouble planning this whole farce today, so don’t tell me it was all to snatch a disciple from my sect. I didn’t question you about it just now, but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid. Where’s Radish?”
“I don’t know any…”
Not waiting for him to finish, Shen Ying slammed her foot down—immediately, a series of cracking sounds could be heard and a column of blood spurted out from Yu Haiheng mouth.
“Last chance. Where is the radish?” asked Shen Ying, narrowing her eyes, her entire being giving off a murderous vibe.
Yu Haiheng suddenly felt as if his Primordial Spirit was being torn apart and even his vision was becoming blurry. What radish? But he really hadn’t taken any radish from her?
Wait a moment! Could it be…
His heart sank, and after a moment he seemed to recall something. Spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, he weakly pulled out a spirit beast bag beside him using all his strength.
Just as the seal on the bag was opened, something green suddenly emerged from it.
“Ji…” The radish rushed headlong into Shen Ying’s arms. It seemed to be suffering from a terrible grievance, squeaking urgently, “Ji ji ji…”
Shen Ying lifted it up and looked at the still squeaking vegetable. “Why did you become like this? Why don’t you change into human form?”
“Ji… Ji… Ji…” The radish seemed even more aggrieved, pointing to the man on the ground and waving the leaves on its head desperately.
“You’re not able to manifest?”
“Ji!” Radish nodded. Suddenly, as if recalling something, it pitifully reached out one of its leaves towards her, all the while quivering and squeaking, “Ji… Ji… Ji…”
Looking at it closely, Shen Ying saw that the middle section of the leaf, which was previously long and luscious, had been broken off. Green sap oozed from the broken tip.
“You’re injured?”
“Ji…”
“Is it painful?”
“Ji…”
Looking down at the man on the ground, she asked, “Is he the one?”
“Ji… Ji…!” It nodded.
Shen Ying’s expression hardened again. Looking down at the man who was still trembling, she turned to Xuan Yuanyu, who had been watching from the sidelines, and asked, “Vegetable Family Patriarch, do you have a knife with you?”
“Huh?” Taken aback by her question, Xuan Yuanyu looked at the half-dead Yu Haiheng. Isn’t this person already a cripple? Don’t tell me you plan on chopping him to pieces? “Great… Immortal, he is already in this condition. I think using a knife on him… is not a good idea?”