Full-Level Rich Daughter Makes a Strong Comeback

Chapter 726: Drunken Beauty

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation  Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“Really?” Ye Leng’an expressed doubt. “How can I be sure you’re not deceiving me? Besides, I just injured you. Are you truly that benevolent?”

“I won’t deceive you,” Lian Zixin urgently responded. “The switching incident was my mistake. Now that you’ve injured me, we are even.”

“Sounds good.”

Upon hearing Ye Leng’an’s response, Lian Zixin finally sighed in relief. However, her relief was short-lived as she was once again startled by Ye Leng’an’s next words.

“Unfortunately, I’m not willing.” Ye Leng’an’s smile appeared somewhat cold. “Life is about finding happiness. Right now, the only thing that brings me joy is punishing you, the culprit.”

At this point, Lian Zixin had a clear understanding of the situation. “Ye Leng’an, you played me!”

“That’s correct, played you.” Ye Leng’an nodded, continuing, “Why? Weren’t you playing me just now? Lian Zixin, I dared to abduct you openly. Do you think I’d fear the Enforcement Team?”

Understanding that Ye Leng’an wouldn’t let her go easily, Lian Zixin’s only recourse was to fight desperately. Perhaps there was a slim chance of survival.

With this in mind, Lian Zixin endured the pain, activating her spiritual power, and fiercely attacked Ye Leng’an. Knowing she couldn’t defeat her, she aimed to injure her, even at the cost of her own well-being.

As long as she could buy time, there might be a chance to escape. At the very least, she could inform someone outside and potentially receive help.

Unfortunately, ideals often clashed with harsh realities. Despite Lian Zixin’s best efforts, she couldn’t match Ye Leng’an’s prowess. After just two moves, she was knocked down again, spewing fresh blood.

Watching Ye Leng’an approach step by step, a glint of desperation flickered in Lian Zixin’s eyes. Just as Ye Leng’an was about to reach her, a dark light flashed in her eyes, and she produced a sleeve arrow. With a crazed smile, she exclaimed, “Ye Leng’an, go to hell!”

She hoped, even if unable to kill Ye Leng’an, to inflict severe injuries. To her surprise, Ye Leng’an effortlessly caught the arrow.

“How is that possible?” Lian Zixin’s eyes widened in disbelief.

The sleeve arrow was no ordinary weapon; it was a spiritual weapon gifted by Lian Mengzhu before their falling out. Initially meant for self-defense, she now used it against Lian Mengzhu’s daughter, savoring a bizarre sense of satisfaction.

Ye Leng’an, however, easily caught the spiritual weapon.

The power of the sleeve arrow was something she had witnessed before. Even cultivators with Golden Core Stage cultivation found it challenging to catch, let alone someone like Ye Leng’an. However, when Ye Leng’an caught the sleeve arrow, it appeared effortless, as if it posed no difficulty at all.

Examining the arrow, Ye Leng’an discovered its poisoned tip. She remarked, “This doesn’t look ordinary. Unexpectedly, the arrowhead is coated with poison! The Drunken Beauty! Such a vicious toxin. Afflicted individuals endure 49 days of excruciating pain as their flesh rots away.”

“How do you know?” Lian Zixin asked, her breath catching. “Ye Leng’an, who are you exactly? How do you know that?”

“I can discern it naturally. As for who I am, don’t you know?” Ye Leng’an’s malicious smile emerged. “The most dreadful aspect of this poison is the complete decay after 49 days. If one lacks the courage to commit suicide, life becomes a perpetual abyss. I have a great idea; since you presented such a wonderful item, let’s use it on you.”

With these words, Ye Leng’an advanced toward Lian Zixin with the arrow.

Fear painted Lian Zixin’s face. Though unable to stand, she desperately retreated. “What do you want? No, no.”

Attempts to use her sleeve arrow again were futile. Ye Leng’an effortlessly deflected it.

In Lian Zixin’s eyes, Ye Leng’an was now a devil.

Within moments, Ye Leng’an stood before her, smiling as she drove the sleeve arrow into her abdomen. Blood, tainted with black, flowed out.

“Ah!”

Lian Zixin writhed on the ground, feeling as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her bones. The pain was unbearable, and she couldn’t help but scream. The abdominal wound, in the face of such agony, seemed secondary.

Observing Lian Zixin’s torment, Ye Leng’an’s face showed no sympathy. “This poison looks rather intense. However, as you apply it yourself, you should be aware of its effects.”

Lian Zixin cried out in pain, gasping for air. “Ye…Ye Leng’an, you… You’re so cruel. I… Let me tell you, the Ye family will not… acknowledge you since you are such a vicious person.”

Ye Leng’an said with an innocent expression, “This has nothing to do with me. Now, I’m afraid Lian Mengzhu despises you to the core. Do you think she’ll save you once she knows you are poisoned?”