Chapter 812: Silly and Cute Lin Qingqing, So Adorable!
"You damn bitch! How dare you lay a hand on my brother?"
The pained shriek finally snapped Qin Erhu out of his stupor. His gaze fell to his subordinate, Yellow Hair, who was writhing on the ground, clutching a leg now bent at a sickening, unnatural angle. The sight of splintered bone piercing through bloodied flesh sent a wave of pure fury through him. His head snapped up, eyes burning with rage as he fixed his glare on Lin Qingqing.
A wash of color drained from Lin Qingqing's face. It wasn't Qin Erhu's furious roar that frightened her, but the sickening crunch that had echoed from her own fist. She had actually hit someone.
Though she hadn't used her full strength, the punch she'd thrown in her haste was far more than a common thug with a bit of training could ever withstand. The man's leg was twisted nearly ninety degrees, a gruesome mess of blood, tissue, and exposed bone.
"Will… will I have to go to jail?" Lin Qingqing's face was ashen, her heart pounding in a sudden, overwhelming panic.
As an ordinary student from an ordinary family, Lin Qingqing had always been simple and kind—or to put it less charitably, adorably naive. In her eighteen years of life, she had never so much as killed a chicken, let alone broken a man's leg.
Now that she'd done something like this, would she be arrested? Would it leave a criminal record, barring her from ever taking the civil service exam? Would her future descendants be barred from taking it too?
"I… I didn't mean to hit him that hard. No, no, I didn't use much strength… He, he, he… he's just too fragile. I used very little force…" Facing the murderous glares from Qin Erhu and his crew, Lin Qingqing was flustered and helpless, her words tumbling out in a desperate attempt to explain.
From a distance, Chen Yuhua slowly turned her head away, a pained expression on her face as if she couldn't bear to watch another moment.
'Did I take the wrong disciple?' she wondered, a deep sense of exasperation settling in her heart.
"Pfft…" Zhong Lingyin brought a delicate hand to her lips, but a soft chuckle escaped anyway. Her eyes, crescent moons of mirth, danced with amusement. "This little sister is certainly interesting."
Even Liu Ruyan, her features a mask of exquisite boredom, felt the corner of her lips twitch into a faint smile. She shook her head, the motion morphing into a wide, jaw-cracking yawn.
Gods, she was exhausted.
The thought made her glare venomously at Shen Anyu. He had been tormenting her relentlessly, making her stand, making her fetch things, treating her less like his woman and more like a recalcitrant pet. If she collapsed from exhaustion, whose loss would it be, really? That damn dog of a man!
Meanwhile, Qin Erhu and his heavily tattooed henchmen were practically fuming, their faces turning a shade of green.
'He's too fragile? I used very little force?' The words echoed in their minds, utterly surreal.
This beautiful, doll-like girl hadn't just broken a man's leg, she was now mocking them for it?
You call that a little force? You snapped his bone clean in two! If you used your full strength, could you bend rebar with your bare hands?
"You damn woman, you're too arrogant! You break a man's leg and then you mock him for it?" Qin Erhu said, his voice a low growl. Still, he was wary. The speed Lin Qingqing had shown was startling; even he hadn't seen the movement clearly.
She was no ordinary person.
And Qin Erhu could tell she wasn't alone. She had backup, and that meant she might have a powerful background.
"No, no, I wasn't mocking you! I really did use very little force, just… just this much…"
Lin Qingqing, seeing their furious expressions, knew she had said the wrong thing again. She hastily pinched her thumb and index finger together, holding them about seven or eight centimeters apart. Then, as if reconsidering, she shrunk the gap to a mere three or four centimeters, presenting the tiny measurement as definitive proof.
Qin Erhu was so angry he laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Then how much strength do you have in total?" he asked, his voice dripping with cold sarcasm.
Lin Qingqing paused, her brow furrowed in concentration. After a moment, she raised a delicate, pale hand, holding it horizontally level with her forehead.
"About… this much?" she mumbled.
The distance she indicated was roughly 1.5 meters—at least fifty times the tiny gap she'd just shown with her fingers. It was a casual measurement of strength that, if applied with both palms, could halt a fully-loaded transport truck barreling down the highway, steel coils and all.
Generally, a second-layer Qi Refining cultivator wouldn't possess such immense power unless they were a dedicated body refiner. But Lin Qingqing had been chosen by Chen Yuhua. As a Destined Heroine, her Aptitude was naturally extraordinary. She possessed a special Physique that granted her monstrous strength, and her talent was exceptional. Combined with the divine arts imparted by her master, she was leagues beyond any ordinary cultivator at her level. In terms of pure martial prowess, even a common Martial Arts Grandmaster might not be her match.
"Dozens of times more? You think you could kill us just by breathing on us? You think we're all just trash?"
Qin Erhu didn't believe a word of it, and a sneer twisted his lips. He had some knowledge of the martial world, having trained for a few years at a dojo run by a Martial Arts Grandmaster's disciple. He'd even witnessed a true Grandmaster in action once—the memory of that awesome power still filled him with yearning.
But even a Martial Arts Grandmaster couldn't possibly have that much strength, could they? Was he supposed to believe this delicate little girl in a princess dress was one? Looking at her, clad in a light purple dress and white over-the-knee socks, no one would ever mistake her for a powerhouse.
"No, no! Even though you are trash, I wasn't thinking about killing you…"
"And… and even if I wanted to, it would take more than just blowing on you…"
Lin Qingqing replied quickly, her fair forehead now beaded with a fine sheen of sweat from the sheer anxiety of the conversation. Killing people? Wasn't that a bit too much for a young woman about to start university?
She wouldn't dare. She still wanted to take the civil service exam!
Wuwuwu, now that she's injured someone, she'll get a criminal record and her dream will be over. Lin Qingqing's face was a mask of misery, her eyes welling up with tears.
'So naive and adorable. I'll just call her Silly Adorable from now on,' Shen Anyu thought, thoroughly amused. His captivating peach-blossom eyes were filled with laughter as he watched the scene unfold with great interest.
She was already a cultivator, and she was still worried about taking the civil service exam? With an all-powerful reincarnated Heavenly Venerate for a master, was she really afraid of getting a criminal record or going to jail?
Unlike her cold, aloof, and disdainful master, Chen Yuhua, this Destined Heroine was unexpectedly soft and cute. Of course, both master and disciple were equally, stunningly beautiful, possessing a natural grace that was impossible to ignore.
Everyone else watching had strange expressions, their faces tight with the effort of holding back their laughter. Even the young couple who had been rescued were struggling to suppress their smiles, their earlier fear completely forgotten.
Only Qin Erhu and his thugs looked on with increasingly grim expressions. They ran this part of Qin Family Village; no one ever dared to provoke them. And now some little brat was openly mocking them to their faces? If they let this go, they'd become a laughingstock.
Seeing the murderous glares from Qin Erhu and his men, Lin Qingqing shrunk back slightly. She turned to the girl from the rescued couple and asked in a small voice, "Did… did I say the wrong thing? Why are they so angry? What I said is the truth, I don't lie…"
"You damn woman!"
That was the final straw. Qin Erhu could no longer hold back. A guttural roar tore from his throat as if smoke were about to pour from his ears. Veins bulged on his neck and temples, and his fleshy face twitched, flushed a furious crimson. He launched himself at Lin Qingqing like a black tiger descending from a mountain. His roar echoed like a beast's in the forest, and his charge carried a decent amount of force—likely the strength of a Houtian Grandmaster, enough to kill a grizzly bear.
Lin Qingqing, however, sidestepped his powerful, heavy lunge with an ease that defied physics. As he stumbled past, she waved her hands frantically, her voice laced with desperation.
"No more fighting! No more! If I kill someone, I'll go to jail! Even if I don't, I'll get a criminal record and I won't be able to take the civil service exam! You guys just surrender, please! I really don't want to kill you…"
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