The Young Matriarch

Chapter 99: Chapter 099: Can I call you grandson, okay?
 

Nightcolor Bar Backyard Management Office

“Master Sun, Duan Xingye didn’t die from the fall; he’s still hopping around alive and well. You still expect me to pay you? You’re dreaming!” Xu Li crossed her arms and bellowed furiously at the gloomy middle-aged man in front of her.

The news that Duan Xingye had mysteriously jumped from the rooftop unscathed spread throughout Haicheng’s upper society.

These past few days, she had been restless, fearing that the trouble would come knocking at her door, and now, Master Sun actually had the audacity to come demanding money.

Master Sun retorted harshly, “It’s the rule of our profession; successful or not, you have to pay. Someone broke my formation, causing me severe spiritual damage. How am I to acquire Spiritual Medicine without money?”

Sun Dayong was a spendthrift. The considerable amount of money he had previously earned from Xu Li was quickly squandered.

Master Sun’s face suddenly twisted into a ferocious expression, muttering to himself, “Someone in Haicheng can break my formation? They’ve got some skills.”

A breezy spring wind carried a teasingly soft voice that seemed almost like a laugh: “Little Sun, it’s not just ‘some skill’— it’s great skill.”

A young girl in a long white dress appeared before them as if out of thin air, without making a sound.

Xu Li was shocked: “Bai Chuwei?!”

Looking at the girl, Master Sun’s face darkened terribly. “Little Sun?” In all of Haicheng, who didn’t respectfully address him as Master Sun?

Bai Chuwei touched her chin with her finger, feigning sudden realization, “Oh? I shouldn’t call you Little Sun, huh? Would ‘Sun-zi’ be better?”

Master Sun, not having received his money and already in a foul mood, heard the girl’s disrespectful tone and raised his hand to slap her face. Suddenly, he heard her say lightly, “Kneel.”

His legs, as if disobeying their own will, collapsed with a thump, and he knelt on the ground without the strength to resist.

Master Sun’s eyes bulged as he looked up at Bai Chuwei in shock: “You… who are you?”

This was the Lingual Spirit Technique!

Master Sun hadn’t never encountered a Spirittalker before, but they always needed to use a Magic Artifact or a talisman. However, Bai Chuwei had used nothing…

Leaning against the wall, Bai Chuwei said with a cheerful smile, “Who am I? Didn’t my little paper crane tell you?”

Paper crane?!?

Master Sun felt as if his head was about to explode!

He had always assumed that his opponent would be at least a middle-aged person in their forties or fifties to have such an advanced Cultivation Base, but it turned out to be a young girl?

Come within three days… she was here to cause trouble!

Despite Bai Chuwei’s still friendly smile, Master Sun inexplicably felt a chill run through his body.

“What exactly do you want to do?” Sun Dayong struggled furiously on the ground, unable to move, with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Bai Chuwei said indifferently, “Originally, if you had come to me within three days, I could have let you choose between losing an arm or a leg. But you stubbornly refused to come.”

The girl’s smile was gentle, but each word felt chilling.

Xu Li was nearly scared out of her wits; if Master Sun couldn’t handle this little demoness, how could she possibly manage?

No wonder Bai Chuwei took one look around her house and immediately noticed that the decor was designed according to Feng Shui…

Xu Li shrieked, “Someone, help! Bodyguards! Security!”

Listening to the urgent footsteps outside the door, Bai Chuwei strolled around the office as if touring her own home, casually picking up a candy from the desk, unwrapping it, and tossing it into her mouth.

“Low-quality candy.” Bai Chuwei spat it out disdainfully.

Several bodyguards rushed in, and Di Zongping, who had sneaked in last, saw Master Sun kneeling on the ground and felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

Damn… maybe he shouldn’t have come here?