Although she was asking a question, she opened her arms, and a deeper shade of light purple lace wrapped around them.
It changes shape at will.
After playing for a while, the system suddenly announced, "Master, the person has arrived!"
Looking up at the moonlit sky, it's fair to say that the current situation perfectly illustrates the saying "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."
The Yu family and she were like the cicada, while the people sent by Feng Yang were like the mantis. Songshan, who was trailing behind with seven or eight people, clearly wanted to be the oriole.
Unfortunately, he didn't know that there was a hunter with a bow and arrow behind him.
Wei Ping, Cai Xian, and Shen Kang's teams all had their eyes light up; tonight had brought them one surprise after another.
The three of them were practically grinning from ear to ear.
Of the three groups, their team will undoubtedly reap the greatest rewards.
"A fight has broken out! Little Pearl, keep an eye on things, don't let my guards die."
As the sounds of clashing swords rang out from outside, Shen Chunying, along with Liu Wei, Xu Xiaoman, and several other women with the best martial arts skills, quickly stepped into Mingyue Pavilion and stood guard outside Yue Fuguang's bedroom.
They heard rustling sounds inside, and Cuizhu asked, "Miss, were you awakened by the noise outside?"
As she lifted the curtain and stepped into the inner room, she said, "Miss, would you like me to help you up?"
Although Yue Fuguang gave Cuizhu a sixth-rank official position, she still habitually referred to herself as a servant rather than a subordinate.
Moonlight nodded. "What happened outside?"
As Cuizhu helped her get dressed and stand up, she said softly, "A few petty thieves have been spotted outside the manor, and Lord Dai has already led his men there."
As she straightened Yue Fuguang's clothes, she said, "Don't worry, Miss, they're just a few petty thieves. We'll catch them all in no time."
"Little Bead, look at the situation now! We've all been captured by Dai Yuxing and his gang. Who am I supposed to strike with my lightning?"
Those inside and outside the bedroom couldn't help but twitch at the corners of their mouths upon hearing Yue Fuguang's words.
Although these women were not afraid, they were still inevitably nervous for the safety of the adults.
But the adults thought it was fun. Is this what they call being skilled and daring?
Meanwhile, Dai Yuxing and Zhang Fang, who were fighting outside, heard Yue Fuguang's words.
Their hand movements faltered for a moment, and when facing their opponents, they inevitably became a little gentler, thus prolonging the battle.
[Master, this isn't over yet. Who are you going to chop up?]
"Let's go with Songshan! I find him very displeasing, with his shifty eyes. If he gets caught later, he might actually escape by using his identity as leverage."
Therefore, we cannot give him a chance to speak.
[Master is right, the emperor is a coward. He might actually be afraid of offending the Eastern Barbarians and release Songshan!]
While the system sycophantically agreed with Yue Fuguang's words, it didn't forget to put down Emperor Mingxi.
The poor Emperor Mingxi, who was waiting for the results in the palace, only felt an itch in his nose, unaware that the divine artifact had once again given him a black pot.
His ministers and nephews, upon hearing the divine artifact's complaints, unconsciously coughed twice. To avoid offending the revered one, they had coughed too loudly and hadn't heard anything!
Those behind them either bowed their heads or whispered amongst themselves. The Junior Tutor's guards were keeping order, so they didn't go out for the time being.
Just then, the sky suddenly became stormy, and the countless stars were covered by a veil of clouds.
[Master, you're only going to kill a few people, why make such a big fuss?]
"It's just to make the thunder and lightning seem more believable! It's a minor matter, nothing serious!"
Everyone's eyelids twitched. "Young Master, you call summoning the wind and clouds a small scene, then what is a big scene?"
Before the thought had even formed in their minds, they saw lightning and thunder suddenly appear above the mansion, with golden arcs of electricity weaving through the clouds.
Boom!
Boom!
Everyone gaped, watching in disbelief as the purple lightning bolt roared down from the sky, striking Songshan and his men, who were hiding in the corner of the mansion.
All that could be seen was wisps of green smoke slowly rising from Songshan and the others, and those who were close could even smell... the aroma of meat!
The people standing motionless were not only emitting smoke, but upon closer inspection, one could also see purple lightning streaks flashing by from time to time. Those who watched seemed to hear the crackling sound of the lightning sparks exploding.
However, such terrifying lightning did not damage the walls of the Yu residence in the slightest!
Glug, glug!
Everyone swallowed hard without prior arrangement. Wei Ping murmured to Cai Xuan, who had just met up with him, "Just now, I think I saw the Junior Tutor in the sky!"
did you see? "
He stared blankly at the sky, wondering to himself, "Am I seeing things?"
Cai Xuan turned to him and said seriously, "I saw it too! That was the Dharma form of the Young Master, formed from lightning!"
"Dharma form?"
With slightly unsteady steps, Shen Kang stumbled and ran all the way here. As soon as he arrived, he heard Cai Xian's words and couldn't help but ask.
Wei Ping was jolted awake from his reverie by their words. He pondered them repeatedly, and finally exclaimed with delight, "Yes, the Minister is right, it is a Dharma form! The Junior Tutor is a deity, so naturally he has a Dharma form!"
Wei Ping was completely convinced by this statement.
He doesn't understand Buddhism, Confucianism, Taoism, or Buddhism in general, but none of that matters. Right now, they only believe in the one true god, the Junior Master!
The fierce battle between Dai Yuxing and his guards, along with their opponents, ended with the sound of two thunderclaps.
It was like pressing the pause button on the entire event.
The place where the lightning struck was no more than a hundred meters away from them, and two claps of thunder struck out seven or eight people.
Dai Yuxing, Zhang Fang, and the other guards were alright. Although they were also extremely shocked, they quickly accepted it because of Ling Yu's experience.
These people are unaware that the destruction of the Cao residence was also the work of their Junior Tutor!
They were quite at ease, knowing that no matter how loud the thunder was, it wouldn't affect them.
But the people of Fengyu Pavilion are different. First there was the Cao residence incident, and now this is happening right before their eyes again.
It always seems to be because of that Young Master Yue who descended by divine decree...
Looking at the unconscious people who had been struck by lightning in the distance, and after some mental conjecture, I realized that even those with strong beliefs, no matter how good their mindset, couldn't hold back their supernatural tendencies!
Those with stronger willpower would feint an attack and try to run away, staggering as they went.
Those with weak wills gave up immediately.
He threw down his weapon with a clatter and began kowtowing repeatedly towards the Yu residence, muttering to himself.
He recounted all the bad things he had done since he was a child.
Yue Fuguang didn't care about these people's nagging; the laws of Dayan would punish them anyway.
She said to the system with a smug look, "Little bead, did I control my strength well? Half-cooked, seriously injured but not dead, and I didn't even damage the courtyard wall of the mansion."
Regardless of how the divine artifact answered, Yu Chongshan and his family members all nodded silently in their own courtyards. Their family's Fu Guang was undoubtedly the most powerful!
In the old lady's words, "This child is sensible and knows how to manage money, saving the household money for repairing the outer walls!"
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