Chapter 19: So, go die then

  The housekeeper walked far ahead and pulled away from Jiang Nian with a large distance to elevate his status. Jiang Nian followed behind silently, searching for the tree spirit's location on the ground along the way.

  The more she walked, the more shocked she became. The layout of this courtyard was exactly like the ancient formation in the book. Setting up such a nearly extinct formation would consume an enormous amount of spiritual power and manpower. A ninth city family, no matter how powerful, couldn't afford such extravagance. Moreover, the formation's diagram existed in the Heavenly God Temple, so how could the Wu family possibly have it?

  She was a bit entranced in thought, and since she had been releasing her spiritual energy to find the tree spirit all along the way, she didn't notice that the butler had led her to a very remote place.

  It wasn't until the butler finally stopped that Jiang Nian's thick nerves realized something was off. She tilted her head at a 45-degree angle to express her foolishness and underestimation, then asked very calmly: "What did you bring me here for?"

  As expected, old housekeepers are all cunning and treacherous villains, more deceitful than anyone else, more despicable than anyone else.

  The old steward was now very pleased to use his hand to comb the neat white hair, and then slowly replied: "This should be my question to you, what did you come to our Wu family for nothing?" After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Jiang Nian to organize his language well, a large amount of light poured out from his hand with great force, and then heavily hit Jiang Nian.

  "Shouldn't it be so bloody and violent? Has anyone told you that this is immoral?" Jiang Nian's head was filled with black lines, and he quickly dodged to the side. Just looking at it, I don't know what color it is, but it must be stronger than myself. If only I had sprinkled a bit more of the tree flower powder earlier, I could have made this old man die from excessive fantasy.

  She thought viciously and swung a heavy purple light whip at him. This old man must have seen through it long ago, but he didn't make a sound, wanting to catch the turtle in the urn, really underestimating him, actually falling into an old man's trap.

  The Guan family's Fantastical Power was very steady, and their fighting experience was also very rich. The whip came over and always found the best time to dodge and change, with a calm face, only slightly frowning when they saw the purple Fantastical Power.

  At such a young age, he's already so formidable. Now that they're sworn enemies, it's better to settle this quickly. He thought gloomily, his moves becoming increasingly ruthless, each one potentially fatal.

  Jiang Nian narrowly avoided a fatal blow, her left cheek sliced with an extremely deep gash. As she spun rapidly in mid-air, small droplets of blood scattered everywhere. She landed on the ground, steadied her breathing, wiped away the bloodstains on her face, and looked at them in her hand, suddenly feeling somewhat dazed.

  "How did this blood dry so quickly?" She rubbed the dried blood powder on her hand, her eyes narrowed. She looked down at the blood droplets that had splashed out earlier, all of which had coagulated into small dry balls.

  Before she could even think, a flash of light swept in, its speed so fast that it was unavoidable. Jiang Nian bit her mouth tightly, preparing to take the hit head-on. However, she was ultimately unprepared, and the flashes of light struck her body with undiminished speed, sending her flying into a sturdy tree before bouncing off and slowly falling down.

  At this time, her consciousness was already very vague. For over a decade, her father's careful upbringing had never even let her bleed from the nose, let alone get into a fight. Now that she had suffered such severe injuries, she should have fainted by now, but she knew she couldn't sleep through it, Dad wasn't by her side, friends weren't by her side, and now she only had herself, so she must learn to be strong, she must rely on herself.

  In this world, no one can be trusted, and the only person who can help oneself is oneself.

  She spat out a large mouthful of blood from her mouth with some difficulty, and the blood in her mouth almost choked her to death. Her spitting action was also very slow, looking like she had no strength left. She slowly spat out the blood in her mouth clean, then felt the severity of her injury.

  She quietly felt a bit, estimated that she could still get up, and slightly let out a breath. Hanging her head to see the large black area on the ground again made her feel uncomfortable. She had no choice but to silently crawl up a little, using her hands to support herself so as not to fall back again.

  If she was the housekeeper, she would have taken advantage of her illness to take her life and wouldn't have given her time to rest. However, the housekeeper probably saw how badly she was hurt and thought about getting some information out of her before killing her, or suddenly had some doubts, which is why she didn't strike immediately, thus missing the best opportunity to cut her down.

  Jiang Nian supported himself on the ground, his eyes' focus began to blur, and even things close at hand couldn't be seen clearly. He could only close his eyes, overcome his drowsiness, and use his spiritual power to sense the location of the tree spirit in a state of introspection.

  There were two feet standing in front of her, and she knew it was the old steward. But at this time, she wasn't afraid, and instead, she was very calm. She raised her head, but her eyes still didn't open, only her eyelashes twitched uncontrollably. The blood that hadn't been spat out flowed down from the corner of her mouth due to gravity, making her look like a seductive ghost who could capture people's hearts and souls at a glance.

  She smiled faintly in the general direction of the old steward, then said very weakly: "I... know... you're a good steward." She slowly stretched out her right hand that was pressed against the ground: "But... I also want to live on, so..." Her right hand grasped the old steward's ankle and pulled it fiercely, her pupils were completely red, devoid of emotion.

  "So, go die."

  Digression

  What should I say at this time? Mua mua da?