Chapter 132 Let's just get straight to the point?!

Yun Wan'er watched in disbelief as Qing Xuan led his fellow disciples away without looking back, as if she were just an insignificant decoration. This anger at being ignored, combined with the old and new grudges from the past few days, burned away her last shred of reason.

Little White Flower glared fiercely at Qing Xuan's departing figure, and a thought suddenly arose in her mind.

Qingxuan, you asked for this...

Once the Tianyan Sect members were completely out of sight, Yun Wan'er leisurely turned her head and focused her gaze on Shen Zhaozhao, who was preparing to leave with her two children.

Qingxuan's cultivation is profound, so she needs to plan her actions carefully before making a move. But as for Shen Zhaozhao...

Seeing that there was no one else around, Yun Wan'er simply tore off her pitiful disguise. A cold smile appeared on her lips as she slowly stretched out her hand and blocked the three people in front of her.

"Senior Sister Zhao Zhao~"

Yun Wan'er glanced sideways at Shen Zhaozhao, her voice no longer gentle and charming, but instead carrying a hint of provocation, "Although you are a person with mediocre cultivation, low character, and not very bright..."

"But I have to admit, your taste in men is really quite good~"

“It used to be Senior Brother Gu, now it’s this unfathomable senior… The people you’ve set your sights on are all exceptional individuals, one in a million.”

At this point, her tone abruptly changed, filled with pity: "But how pitiful~ Senior sister, the men you set your sights on, in the end... you can't keep them~"

"Look, Senior Brother Gu, whom you used to admire, now only has eyes for me. As for this senior... Senior Sister, why don't you guess how long he can stay by your side?"

"Thinking about it, there's no difference between the past and the present..."

"Senior sister, your fate of being unable to keep a man is really...stubborn..."

She spoke each word with gentle grace, yet her words were dripping with sarcasm, attempting to pierce Shen Zhaozhao's sore spot with the most vicious language.

However, Shen Zhaozhao simply smiled.

Immediately, his gaze swept over Yun Wan'er's shoulder and lazily glanced in the direction where the Tianyan Sect members had disappeared.

Once she was sure everyone who was in the way had left, she slowly turned her head and gave Yun Wan'er a once-over with an undisguised look of disdain.

Shen Zhaozhao: "All the people from your Tianyan Sect have left."

Yun Wan'er: "?"

Just as Yun Wan'er was wondering what Shen Zhaozhao was trying to do by suddenly saying that, the latter didn't give her any time to react at all, and directly raised her hand and twisted the arm that was blocking her way—

"ah!"

Caught off guard, Yun Wan'er cried out in surprise before being violently slammed against the wall beside her by a powerful force.

Her back slammed heavily against the cold wall, the impact distorting her delicate face.

She had just struggled to lift her head, her eyes still filled with shock, anger, and disbelief, but before she could even utter a question, a cold glint was already upon her!

Shen Zhaozhao swiftly and decisively pulled out the jade hairpin that bound her hair, her eyes showing no hesitation. She then ruthlessly slashed at Yun Wan'er's terrified face—

"laugh!"

The faint sound of flesh being torn by a sharp instrument was exceptionally clear and jarring in the silent corridor.

A deep and long gash instantly spread diagonally from near Yun Wan'er's mouth to her ear, and blood gushed out like beads from a broken string.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Pei Lang: "!!!"

Murong Xiao: "!!!"

The two were dumbfounded, frozen in place as if struck by lightning, their minds blank.

no? !

Was this...so sudden?!

There wasn't even any background or preamble for them to start arguing and insulting each other?!

Let's just get right to it!

Yun Wan'er was completely stunned.

She first felt a cold touch on her cheek, and then a belated, excruciating, and piercing pain suddenly erupted!

"Ugh—!"

Finally realizing what had happened, Yun Wan'er abruptly raised her hand to cover her cheek. Warm, viscous liquid instantly soaked her fingertips. Trembling, she lowered her hand and looked down at her hands covered in crimson...

"……Blood?!"

"...My face, my face!!!"

After the immense shock and bewilderment came an overwhelming fear, like a tsunami!

Her face!

Her most prized weapon, the one that always proved invincible!

Her greatest asset in acquiring resources and being adored by the masses!

It was actually...it was ruined by that bitch Shen Zhaozhao?!

"Shen Zhaozhao! You poisonous woman! You madwoman! How dare you?! How dare you treat me like this?! What you're doing is no different from killing me outright!!"

Extreme fear instantly transformed into overwhelming anger and resentment. Yun Wan'er completely lost all composure, screaming hysterically, her eyes red-rimmed and bloodshot!

"You're jealous of me! You must be jealous that I'm prettier than you! And better at seducing men! You're scared! You're scared that senior will be attracted to me after seeing me, and that you'll be abandoned again just like you were abandoned by Senior Brother Gu!"

"So, so that's why you used such despicable means to disfigure me! Shen Zhaozhao! You'll die a horrible death! You—"

Shen Zhaozhao watched her go crazy with a blank expression, slowly wiping the bloodstains on the jade hairpin with a clean handkerchief.

She was very calm.

Xie Linyuan's move just now was basically like rubbing the face of the Tianyan Sect into the ground, making the grudge between the two sects as strong as it could possibly be.

In that case, what difference would it make if she offended Yun Wan'er again?

Could the crime be compounded?

It's done, it's done.

How about it?

As for Yun Wan'er's curses?

The strong never argue over words; they let others say what they want.

Shen Zhaozhao wiped the jade hairpin clean, put it back in her hair, and then looked up at Yun Wan'er, who was still spewing out vulgarities.

She raised an eyebrow, a wicked, murderous sneer playing on her lips: "You mean... I'm jealous of your ugly face now, all those bumpy, uneven patches that could fall flat again even if they stood up?"

Is that what you mean?

She deliberately emphasized the word "now," her gaze lingering meaningfully on the hideous, bleeding wound on Yun Wan'er's face.

Yun Wan'er's cursing stopped abruptly.

Her eyes widened suddenly as she looked at Shen Zhaozhao's nonchalant, even slightly amused expression, and then she thought of the burning sensation on her face—if she delayed any longer, it would inevitably leave a permanent scar…

"puff--!"

Overcome with anger, Yun Wan'er felt a sweet taste in her throat and was so angry that she vomited blood.

She couldn't beat Shen Zhaozhao in a fight.

She was scolded, but Shen Zhaozhao didn't respond at all. Instead, she used the most indifferent tone to stab her in the heart!