"Arrogant!"
The female cultivator shouted in fury, forming hand seals as a bolt of purple lightning shot from her hands, striking directly at Bai Qingxue.
Bai Qingxue neither dodged nor evaded. She simply raised her right hand, and a white light shield appeared in her palm.
The purple lightning struck the shield with a tremendous boom, yet failed to move it even slightly.
"How is this possible?" The female cultivator's expression changed. "You were clearly badly injured—how can you still have such power?"
Bai Qingxue didn't answer. Her form flickered, and she was already in front of the female cultivator, palm striking out.
The palm strike seemed light and airy, but the wind it generated contained tremendous spiritual power.
The female cultivator didn't dare take it head-on and retreated hastily while continuously waving her hands, sending out blade after blade of purple light.
Bai Qingxue's figure weaved through the light blades like a phantom, narrowly avoiding each attack.
She struck out with another palm. This time the female cultivator couldn't dodge in time—the palm wind grazed her shoulder, and she let out a muffled grunt, staggering back several steps.
"Mother!" The boy saw his mother taking damage from inside the house and shouted. He actually jumped out the window, holding a gleaming dagger, stabbing toward Bai Qingxue's back.
"Lin'er, be careful!" The female cultivator cried out in alarm.
Without even turning her head, Bai Qingxue flicked her hand backward, sending a burst of energy at the boy.
The boy screamed as he flew through the air like a kite with its string cut, crashing into the ornamental rocks and collapsing with blood spurting from his mouth.
"Lin'er!" The female cultivator's eyes nearly split with rage. She lunged at Bai Qingxue like a madwoman, purple light blazing from both hands—she was truly enraged now.
Bai Qingxue's gaze turned cold, and she held nothing back.
She formed hand seals, chanting under her breath. The surrounding temperature plummeted suddenly, and snowflakes actually began condensing in the air.
"The Frost Ice Technique!" The female cultivator's face paled. She tried to retreat, but it was already too late.
Bai Qingxue struck out with her palm, the wind carrying countless ice crystals that slammed into the female cultivator.
The female cultivator screamed as she was sent flying, crashing through the courtyard wall and collapsing in the rubble, her aura weak—clearly seriously injured.
Bai Qingxue walked over and looked down at her: "You have committed countless evils. Today is your day of reckoning."
The female cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood, her eyes full of resentment and venom: "You... just you wait... we won't let you go..."
"Then let them come." Bai Qingxue said lightly, raising her hand to end her life.
Just then, the sound of figures cutting through the air came rapidly from the distance.
Several silhouettes flew in from the night sky and landed in the courtyard.
At their head was an elderly man in a blue-green Daoist robe, with white hair and beard, but a ruddy complexion and eyes that gleamed with keen light.
He surveyed the scene, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Stop." The elder spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an authority that brooked no argument.
Bai Qingxue stayed her hand and turned to look at the elder: "Daoist Master Qingsong, you intend to interfere?"
The elder called Daoist Master Qingsong sighed: "Miss Bai, show mercy where mercy is due. Though Immortal Lady Yuxia has erred, her crimes don't warrant death. As a favor to me, please spare this mother and son."
"And if I refuse?" Bai Qingxue frowned slightly.
"Then I'll have no choice but to act personally." Daoist Master Qingsong's expression grew cold.
"You would oppose me?" A chill rose in Bai Qingxue's eyes.
"I have accepted a commission and must see it through. Today, I absolutely will not stand by."
Daoist Master Qingsong said lightly: "Miss Bai, I know your abilities are formidable, but you're injured and not yet recovered. Taking on all of us won't be easy. Besides, once we start fighting, these mortals likely won't survive. Can you truly bear to watch all these mortals die?"
Hearing this, Bai Qingxue suddenly fell silent.
She looked down at Little Snow in her arms, then at the trembling mortals in the Wang residence. Finally, she withdrew her hand.
"Fine, I'll give Daoist Master this courtesy. But they must leave here immediately and swear never to trouble these people again!" Bai Qingxue said coldly.
Daoist Master Qingsong nodded and looked toward the female cultivator in the rubble: "Immortal Lady Yuxia, did you hear that?"
The female cultivator ground her teeth, but circumstances being what they were, she could only nod: "I... I heard..."
"Then why aren't you leaving?" Daoist Master Qingsong waved his hand, and a gentle force lifted the female cultivator and the unconscious boy, carrying them out of the courtyard.
Bai Qingxue watched the direction they disappeared in, a cold gleam flashing in her eyes.
She knew this matter was probably far from over.
Given Immortal Lady Yuxia's vindictive nature, she definitely wouldn't let this go.
But with Daoist Master Qingsong blocking her now, even if she wanted to do something, it would be futile.
"Miss Bai, until we meet again!"
Daoist Master Qingsong bowed, then departed swiftly with his people.
"It seems I'll need to call for help."
Bai Qingxue murmured to herself.
With a single-handed seal, she conjured a spirit bird.
The spirit bird spread its wings and took flight, quickly disappearing into the night sky.
– Marinien
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