Myriad Daos of the Heaven

When Nangong Wanyu and Qiao Hee felt Jiang Jichen’s gaze upon them, their expressions changed drastically.

Though their bodies were immobilized, they could still speak.

Nangong Wanyu’s voice trembled. "Jiang Jichen, what are you trying to do?"

Jiang Jichen smiled, a wicked and roguish grin.

His gaze landed on Nangong Wanyu’s full, sexy rear. "Miss Wanyu, you know what this is about!"

And Nangong Wanyu did indeed know!

The memory of Jiang Jichen spanking her bottom raw was a constant, searing pain in her heart.

So when she felt his gaze fixed on her rear, how could she possibly fail to understand his intentions?

"Don’t, Jiang Jichen! Let’s let bygones be bygones and never speak of the past again. From now on, I’m willing for us to go our separate ways."

Nangong Wanyu was truly afraid.

If Jiang Jichen spanked her raw in public again, the shame and fury would be enough to make her wish for death.

What’s more, her father and brother were watching from the sidelines.

But Jiang Jichen just sighed. "Miss Wanyu, let’s imagine I tried to kill you. Imagine I nearly succeeded several times, only to be captured by you in the end. And then, what if I said, ’Just let me go, we’ll call it even, and stay out of each other’s way from now on.’ Would you have let me go?"

"If I didn’t have a powerful enough backer today, I’m afraid I would have died right here and now, wouldn’t I?"

"So, since Grandma Turtle doesn’t take lives, I naturally won’t kill you either. When I do kill you, it will be with my own strength."

"But just because I’m not killing you doesn’t mean you won’t be punished!"

As Jiang Jichen finished speaking, Nangong Wanyu’s face went deathly pale with terror.

Qiao Hee wasn’t faring any better, because Hua Xiaoling had now set her sights on him.

Jiang Jichen then spoke up again. "Ahem, Hua Girl, I’ll leave the easy job of face-slapping to you. Such an arduous task as spanking, however, should be left to a mighty man like myself!"

With that, Jiang Jichen strode over to Nangong Wanyu and raised his large hand.

"SLAP!"

"Ahh!"

The sounds echoed across the entire area—the smack of a palm on flesh, followed by Nangong Wanyu’s shrill scream.

"SLAP! SLAP!"

"AHH! AHH!"

And so, these sounds continued to ring out.

Everyone was utterly dumbfounded.

Nangong Bo and Young Master Shan glared, their eyes practically bursting from their sockets with rage.

They feared the humiliation of this day would cause the Nangong Family’s reputation to plummet to rock bottom.

After a few dozen smacks, Jiang Jichen finally stopped. He said with incredible shamelessness, "Nangong Wanyu, I’m a man who knows to cherish beautiful women. So I won’t be so cruel as to spank your bottom raw this time. Consider this a light punishment. If there’s a next time... hmph, hmph, you know what will happen!"

In truth, he was savoring the memory. ’Nangong Wanyu’s rear really is soft... it felt great.’

As for Nangong Wanyu, all she could feel was her swollen backside, throbbing with a fiery pain.

But what no one knew was that, in that very moment, Nangong Wanyu felt a strange and wondrous sensation.

’Could I be a masochist?’

Nangong Wanyu was flustered and utterly mortified, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions churning within her.

Hua Xiaoling saw that Jiang Jichen seemed to be getting addicted to spanking that woman, and she grew furious.

She lashed out with the purple whip in her hand, striking at Qiao Hee.

"CRACK!"

Immediately following the sound of Jiang Jichen spanking Nangong Wanyu, the sound of a whip cracking across Qiao Hee’s face now rang out.

"CRACK! CRACK!"

Clearly, Hua Xiaoling was furious and jealous.

’My rear is perkier, rounder, and sexier than Nangong Wanyu’s,’ she thought, ’but Jiang Jichen has never even touched it!’

’Does Jiang Jichen only like the backsides of more mature women?’

At this thought, Hua Xiaoling became even more incensed, and her strikes grew heavier.

She vented all of her anger on Qiao Hee’s face.

Soon, Qiao Hee’s face was a bloody mess, all his teeth knocked out, and he was consumed by a bone-deep pain.

When Hua Xiaoling had threatened to whip his face earlier, it turned out she wasn’t making an empty boast.

And it seemed that when a woman attacked, she was even more ruthless than a man!

The group of male Cultivators watching couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath, a chill rising in their hearts as they looked at Hua Xiaoling.

Just then, Grandma Turtle suddenly transformed into a streak of white light, weaving through the crowd.

She moved so fast that no one could react, let alone track her trajectory.

"SMACK! SMACK!"

And so, following the sounds of Hua Xiaoling whipping Qiao Hee, came new sounds as Grandma Turtle began to smash the faces of the crowd.

A moment ago, at least half the people present had hurled cold, resentful words at Jiang Jichen, their voices dripping with hatred, wishing for his immediate death.

Grandma Turtle had used a Secret Technique to replay their words, easily singling them out.

Then, she smashed their faces, one by one.

Hex Feng, Young Master Shan, Song Hao, and the others were naturally not spared.

The whole scene had become both bizarre and bloody.

Finally, Grandma Turtle returned to her spot on Jiang Jichen’s shoulder.

"This Grandma Turtle doesn’t kill, she only smashes faces. You’d all do well to remember that!"

Grandma Turtle announced proudly.

Her four limbs suddenly extended, and she straightened her body, clasping her front claws behind her back. The sight was incomparably domineering.

A little White Turtle was lecturing a group of powerful Cultivators as if she were human, yet not one of them dared to utter a word.

Even the five Little Saints, including Nangong Bo and Tian Chuan, dared not speak.

They were afraid that if they spoke, the little White Turtle would immediately smash their faces again.

By now, they finally understood the terrifying extent of the little White Turtle’s power.

She was undoubtedly a being from the Supreme Realm, an existence far beyond their ability to oppose.

’Jiang Jichen’s backer is this powerful?’

In truth, they were all feeling both aggrieved and utterly dumbfounded.

This was especially true for Nangong Bo and Tian Chuan, who had just been mocking Jiang Jichen, repeatedly saying he had no backer.

They had even told him to go find a powerful patron before daring to act so arrogantly again.

And now, he had gone and brought out a Supreme being.

Jiang Jichen scanned the crowd, his earlier roguish expression replaced by one that was icy and exceptionally serious.

His voice was cold and detached as he spoke. "Most of the time, even when facing life and death, I prefer to rely only on myself. But you all have pushed me too far. I am merely at the Spirit Infant Realm, yet I have troubled several Saint Clan Masters to grace me with their presence. Should I consider this an honor, or my misfortune?"

"Right now, I could annihilate every single one of you with a mere wave of my hand, including you so-called Saints. In my eyes, at this moment, what’s the difference between you and a bunch of ants?"

"But I, Jiang Jichen, disdain to do things this way. In the future—and it won’t be long—I will personally visit each of you and cut you down myself."

Jiang Jichen’s voice echoed throughout Zhongtong Ancient Town, before the gates of the Domain Sect.

Upon hearing his words, some people’s faces turned deathly pale, while others felt their blood boil with excitement.

As for the five Little Saints, they were rendered completely speechless.

Because Jiang Jichen spoke the truth. They were currently imprisoned by a mysterious, invisible force, completely unable to move. If he insisted on killing them, they could do nothing but wait for the slaughter.

In the past, they had viewed all Spirit Infant Realm Cultivators as mere ants.

They never imagined that one day, they would be the ones standing helpless as ants before a cultivator from that very realm.

And in order to save their own lives, they didn’t dare utter a single word in protest.

Hua Xiaoling, meanwhile, stared at Nangong Bo with hatred-filled eyes, killing intent surging from her.