Yang Ruxin sneered slightly, allowing the opponent to grab the whip, and then flipped his hand.
The man exclaimed immediately, hurriedly releasing his hand, but the barbs that suddenly stood up on the whip pierced his hand, drawing blood. He couldnât help but feel a shock in his heart, luckily the opponent didnât smear poison on the whip, otherwise...
Yang Ruxin didnât continue to strike, instead, she withdrew the whip and looked at Chai Qin: "How was that?"
"Iâm fine." Chai Qin let out a big sigh: "Madam, theyâre bullying people."
Yang Ruxin looked across, several people were crowding around a man draped in a fur cloak standing there. The man whose hand was pierced earlier had already retreated beside him.
"Oh, another beauty has arrived." The man in the fur cloak looked at Yang Ruxin with a smile, "Seems like sheâs a practitioner too, I like that, boys, bring her to me, sheâs even more intriguing than the other one." Because the manâs injury wasnât glaring, outsiders assumed he spared Yang Ruxin and didnât seize the whip.
But the man was secretly bitter; if it came to real fighting, he wasnât sure he could face this woman.
Then Dao Xuzi became impatient: "This guy is so ugly, itâs disturbing." Saying so, his figure suddenly moved, and then...
Yang Ruxin rubbed her nose; alright, the old man learned her principle of not nagging if one can act, and those who were just standing there now all lay on the ground.
Even more excessive, the old man stepped on them directly as he passed.
Thus, Yang Ruxin followed suit, stepping on them as she passed, and Chai Qin wasnât gentle either, increasing the force as she stepped on them.
The group didnât even know what happened, how did they suddenly end up on the ground? No matter how much effort, they couldnât move, then being stepped over by three people, though not physically injured, they felt internal injuries.
At this moment, snowflakes began to drift down from the sky, the light dimmed further, as the north wind blew, the chill seemed to pierce directly into their bones.
Some of them now felt a desire to die, even thinking being knocked unconscious would have been better, at least they wouldnât feel the icy ground and the piercing north wind.
Unfortunately, although their bodies couldnât move and they couldnât speak, their senses were painfully sharp, this feeling...
Was that person a Demon?
Yang Ruxin was already settled in the inn, guarding the warm brazier and holding a steaming cup of tea, only then did she inquire Chai Qin about the earlier incident.
Chai Qin recounted everything.
Earlier, she had booked a room and was heading back when she encountered the man in the fur cloak, initially ignoring his teasing remarks, but unexpectedly, he wasnât giving up, trying to grab her.
Initially, she knocked down two house servants, but didnât anticipate the skilled fighter beside him, the tall man, whose prowess was formidable; she couldnât match him, had no chance to escape.
Fortunately, Yang Ruxin and Dao Xuzi arrived in time, otherwise she would have suffered today.
"Madam, I caused trouble for you." Chai Qin seemed a bit anxious.
"Trouble?" Yang Ruxin chuckled, "For my own people, Iâve never feared trouble." If theyâre not my own, forget it.
Chai Qin knelt down with a thud: "Madam, Iâve completely thought it through. From now on, I will never covet what doesnât belong to me, and will never do anything to disappoint you. If I violate this oath..." She suddenly drew out the treasure sword.