Chen Qing’s icy gaze made Su Mu, who wanted to run away, freeze up completely.
Seeing the Silver Sword in her hand, the corpse of that person from yesterday floated before her eyes again.
If this sword were stabbed into her body, it would definitely hurt a lot.
A strong survival instinct caused countless excuses to bubble up in Su Mu’s little head.
“Wh-what a coincidence. Are you here to get some fresh air too?”
With that, Su Mu flashed her what she believed was a friendly smile.
But in Chen Qing’s eyes, Su Mu’s smile carried an infuriating silliness.
Clearly a deeply scheming little villain, yet now putting on this innocent and naive act to deceive her.
Did she think Chen Qing would still be like her past self, dropping all defenses and believing her?
Since you want to play pretend, let’s see how long you can keep it up.
Chen Qing tossed a somewhat tattered piece of clothing to Su Mu.
“Put it on.”
Su Mu picked up the clothes she had thrown over. Though this Villain was brutal, she still showed a bit of humanity.
But as she turned the clothes over and over, she suddenly noticed a hole in them.
And the more she looked, the more familiar they seemed.
“Put it on or not.”
“I’ll put it on, I’ll put it on.”
Not daring to dwell on it further, Su Mu hurriedly tore off the few strips of cloth covering her body. The sensation of being completely bare made her feel a twinge of shame.
Gazing at Su Mu’s body, as exquisite as fine porcelain, Chen Qing couldn’t help but recall the scene from last night—Su Mu crying and begging her for mercy.
However, Chen Qing made no other moves. She simply turned back into the room and watched Su Mu coldly.
Though being stared at like this felt deeply uncomfortable, Su Mu could only seethe inwardly without daring to speak.
After a while, Su Mu finally managed to get the clothes on.
“Now that you’ve got the clothes on, let’s go.”
With that, she strode out of the room first.
Watching Chen Qing’s indifferent back, Su Mu comfortingly patted her sore breasts.
This scumbag woman talked tough after getting her satisfaction.
But Su Mu only dared to grumble about her in her heart. Escaping now seemed out of the question.
She had no choice but to trail behind her, proceeding one step at a time.
Perhaps she’d find a chance to complete her mission. The thought of her ultimate goal—taking down this Villain—filled Su Mu with immense pressure.
Following her out of the Wooden Hut, the scene outside was even more gruesome than yesterday’s.
Though Chen Qing had clearly tidied up the site, the occasional bloodstains and the five or six small dirt mounds piled up nearby revealed exactly what she had done.
【Host, those small dirt mounds are your other disciples.】
“I know, but this Villain is way too brutal. You said she was pure-hearted by nature.”
【Ahem, Host, I’ve looked into it. This Villain has been reborn and returned. She might have some minor psychological issues. These disciples probably had a little grudge with her from her previous life.】
Some little grudge? Su Mu shuddered at the memory of those ten hours last night.
【Don’t worry, Host. For now, she has no intention of killing you. You still have a chance to turn the tables and kill her.】
Turn the tables? Just clinging to life would be lucky enough.
Infuriated by the System’s glib words that cost it nothing, Su Mu cursed it viciously in her mind.
Walking ahead, Chen Qing picked up a sword and tossed it to Su Mu.
Seeing the sharp blade flying toward her, Su Mu dodged in a panic.
Only after it thudded solidly to the ground did she cautiously pick it up.
Bewildered, she stared at Chen Qing. What did handing her a sword mean?
Had she grown bored already and wanted Su Mu to resist for a dignified death? How could she tire of it so quickly?
Su Mu gripped the sword tightly, her palms slick with fine beads of sweat.
Watching Su Mu across from her, Chen Qing felt puzzled.
Though this traitor’s raw strength wasn’t impressive, she should at least be a second-rate martial artist by now.
Yet she couldn’t even hold a sword properly.
Still feigning weakness? Truly a cunning old fox with bottomless schemes.
With that thought, Chen Qing stopped suppressing her Grandmaster-level aura.
Along with her rebirth, she had brought back the martial arts she had desperately cultivated to breakthrough in her previous life.
In that life, with her Grandmaster realm, she had a real shot at breaking through their encirclement.
But she had been betrayed at the critical moment by another traitor and ultimately died at the hands of her dear Shizun.
At the memory, Chen Qing’s eyes flashed with bone-chilling killing intent.
Though most of that intent targeted the backstabbing traitor, Su Mu, standing right there, felt the pressure viscerally.
Her hands clenched the sword nervously as she edged her feet back, trying to put some distance between them.
Suppressing her killing intent, Chen Qing gazed at Su Mu coolly.
Since she couldn’t bait this traitor into attacking, she’d demonstrate her overwhelming strength to crush any schemes.
Judging by Su Mu’s reaction, it had worked.
Meeting Chen Qing’s gaze, Su Mu felt needles pricking her all over, danger lurking everywhere.
“Go to the Horse Stable and fetch a horse.”
“Got it.”
Finally free of her scrutiny, Su Mu breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Clutching the sword, she bolted toward the Horse Stable the System had indicated.
Once there, Su Mu’s scheming thoughts stirred.
With the woods blocking the view, Chen Qing couldn’t see her now. If she fled…
Her heart raced at the idea.
This Villain was too savage—staying by her side felt like tempting fate with every breath.
The mission could wait; survival came first.
Su Mu selected a sturdy Brown Horse, slung the sword over the saddle, and clumsily clambered onto its back.
Chen Qing, who had been secretly observing her with Internal Energy, sneered inwardly and rested her hand on her sword hilt.
But what happened next left both Su Mu and Chen Qing dumbfounded.
The Brown Horse bucked her right off its back. Failing to hold on, Su Mu hit the ground with a thud, dazed.
Pain shot through her back and buttocks, snapping her eyes wide open.
Clutching her rear, she struggled to her feet.
Unsated, the Brown Horse reared up on its front hooves, showering her stunning face in thick dust.
As the dust settled, the once aloof ice queen looked disheveled and utterly silly.
