Chapter 19: Kick Ling Xiaogu violently

“Ling Yu, you brat, open this door! How dare you go and marry someone without asking the family’s consent? Did you ask anyone at home? Did I agree? I’m your only aunt! Don’t you play turtle with me—got the guts to do something but no guts to admit it? Hurry up and open the door, I’m going to settle accounts with you today!”

Ye Wuyou hadn’t been cultivating in her space for long when she suddenly heard the commotion outside. Helpless, she came out of the space. When Ling Yu left earlier, he was worried something might happen if Ye Wuyou went outside alone, so he had locked the courtyard gate and climbed over the wall to leave.

The one pounding on the door was Ling Yu’s aunt, Ling Xiaohui. Back then, she had wanted to introduce her husband’s niece to Ling Yu. She had already found out in advance that Ling Yu, after retiring from the army, would receive a resettlement allowance. If she managed to marry her niece to him, she was sure she could get her hands on that allowance. But instead, Ling Yu had suddenly married a wife without a word to anyone. Most importantly, he had already spent 200 yuan from that allowance. Watching her “good thing” slip away, how could Ling Xiaohui not be furious? After hearing the news, she rushed over as soon as the rain stopped today.

The pounding outside shook the frail wooden gate so hard that Ye Wuyou worried it might fall apart any second. Today, thanks to the medicinal oil Ling Yu had rubbed on her hand and the cultivation she had just done in her space, she’d channeled her entire wood-element power into healing her hand. Sure enough, it worked well: fingers that previously needed effort to move could now flex more easily. With some difficulty, she opened the gate—only to see a sharp-tongued woman barge right in.

“Everyone dead in this house? Locking the gate in broad daylight—what dirty business are you hiding in here?”

Ye Wuyou had barely opened the gate when Ling Xiaohui immediately started scolding. Listening to her constant squawking, Ye Wuyou wanted to lash out. But before she could react, the woman caught sight of her and, without a word, slapped Ye Wuyou across the face.

Stunned, Ye Wuyou stared at her. She hadn’t even spoken yet, and this woman dared hit her? Was she courting death?

“What are you looking at? You little slut, seducing my nephew and swindling his money? I’ll see what kind of trash you are that could trick him into handing over so much cash!”

Ling Xiaohui raised her hand again to strike, but Ye Wuyou was not someone to be bullied. Her cheek still burned from the slap—crippled hands or not, she wasn’t about to swallow this humiliation. If her hands couldn’t fight, then she’d use her feet. With one swift kick, she struck Ling Xiaohui in the stomach.

“You bitch! You dare kick me? Watch how I teach you a lesson today. What are you even? Ugly as sin, yet you dare seduce my nephew? You rotten little thing, all you’re after is his money. Two hundred yuan! And your family actually dared to take it? No shame at all, no fear of cursing your own conscience to death…”

Spewing curses, Ling Xiaohui tried to scramble up to attack again.

But Ye Wuyou, already seething from the slap, grew even angrier hearing those filthy insults—especially when the woman pinned the blame for everything on her. Clearly, it had been the original body’s so-called grandmother’s family who had done all this, yet somehow she was the scapegoat? Why should she take the blame? With her fury boiling over, she didn’t hold back. As Ling Xiaohui charged at her, Ye Wuyou gave another fierce kick, this time to her chest, sending her crashing to the ground, unable to get up.

Pain seared through Ling Xiaohui’s stomach and chest, leaving her gasping in shock. Where had this “slut” gotten such strength?

“Are you f***ing stupid? What do you mean I swindled your nephew’s money? Don’t you know I was the one tricked by that family? And now you come to pick a fight with me? Do you think I’m easy to bully? Screw you! Let me tell you something—it has nothing to do with me. The money they sold me for is still with that old hag Wang’s family. If you’ve got the guts, go ask her! What’s the point of picking on the weak? You think I won’t hit back? Or that I’m some soft persimmon anyone can squeeze? Let me tell you—I’ve already died once. What’s there left to fear? Come on then—let’s see who ends up worse off!”

The more she spoke, the angrier she became. She didn’t care if this woman was her “aunt-in-law” by name. Whoever came to stir up trouble, she’d make sure they regretted it. These people thought they could take advantage of her weak hand? They didn’t even weigh their own strength first. With her frustration from the past few days boiling over, Ye Wuyou vented her rage, cursing and kicking at the woman on the ground.

At first, Ling Xiaohui could still shout back. But the harsher her words, the harder Ye Wuyou’s kicks landed. Before long, she was left too weak to resist, crying out for mercy instead.

“I was wrong! I shouldn’t have come to cause you trouble. Please, let me go! It hurts so much. You’re married to my nephew now—I’m your aunt by name. How can you treat me like this?”

“Please, let me go! I was wrong, I’ll never come to bother you again~~ ahh~~ stop hitting me, stop, I admit it, I was wrong! I beg you, let me go~~”

Even hearing Ling Xiaohui’s begging, Ye Wuyou had no intention of letting her off. She kicked her several more times in a row. After all, this woman had barged in and slapped her across the face first—her cheek still stung and burned. If she hadn’t beaten this woman down, how would she ever have gotten her to beg for mercy?

“Holy crap, little bandit, what are you doing? What did this person do to you that you beat her up like this?”

It was Youyou, who had been thrown into the mountains by Ye Wuyou a long while back and had finally found its way back. Since Ye Wuyou had set restrictions on her space, it couldn’t enter directly and could only hide in a corner, watching the scene unfold. Seeing the woman on the ground wailing and howling from Ye Wuyou’s beating, Youyou couldn’t help asking.

Ye Wuyou turned her head toward the corner when she heard Youyou’s voice, and at that moment Youyou saw the red, swollen handprint on her cheek. Suddenly it understood, and gave a thumbs-up toward the woman on the ground.

This one’s got guts, it thought. This “little bandit” hated more than anything when someone touched her face. Judging by the swelling, that slap must have been vicious—no wonder Ye Wuyou had beaten her half to death. She deserved it.

In her previous life, after awakening her abilities, Ye Wuyou had painstakingly healed the scars she herself had once carved into her own face. She’d worked hard to restore her looks. Ever since, she’d hated anyone daring to lay a hand on her face. Normally, she was the one causing trouble for others—few people had the nerve to provoke her.

Now, alone in the house, staring down at Ling Xiaohui sprawled on the ground, Ye Wuyou wasn’t sure what to do with her. But at least she had made sure the woman hadn’t had a good time of it. Until Ling Yu and the others came back, she gave Ling Xiaohui a few more random kicks from time to time.