Zhang Lu and the others were absolutely petrified.
Sun He clutched his chest, his expression twisted, glaring at Shen Qinglan, mumbling, "How is this possible!"
He truly hadn’t expected that, besides himself, there would be such a formidable figure hidden within this small Lishui Village.
Several years ago, when he left home, he happened to encounter his master, who saw that he was willing to endure hardship. Only then did his master teach him martial arts for several years.
Although, compared to other cultivators, he was quite ordinary, in Lishui Village, he could reign supreme.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at Shen Qinglan, and said, "Who is your mentor?"
Zhang Lu suddenly remembered what his grandfather had said, so he hastily shouted.
"Heaven-sent?" Sun He’s eyes widened in anger. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚✦𝕟𝕖𝕥
Zhang Lu supported Sun He to get up, muttering, "I heard my grandfather say that the fool from Shen’s second family not only recovered from illness but also received a heavenly gift."
When Zhang Lu heard his grandfather’s words at the time, he wasn’t convinced. But after seeing today, he realized his grandfather wasn’t lying.
Shen Qinglan slightly lifted her eyelids, speaking coldly, "Want to fight again?"
Sun He was furious inside but knew full well he was hardly a match for Shen Qinglan.
That last strike from Shen Qinglan was nearly equal in strength to his master.
With a flick of his sleeve, Sun He prompted the others to scramble up from the ground.
Shen Qinglan suddenly interrupted their steps.
"What do you still want?"
Sun He stared at her with full vigilance.
Shen Qinglan said coldly, "Don’t go to the He Family again. If I find out you guys are there, I’ll break all your hands!"
Though she didn’t like He Qiutian, the village head was nice, and was friends with Old Man Shen. She had to lend a hand somehow.
Seeing Sun He silent, Shen Qinglan’s voice instantly deepened.
"No... we won’t go there!"
Sun He had killed before, considering himself quite terrifying, yet when facing Shen Qinglan’s eerie gaze, he couldn’t help but shiver.
Was this the look of a teenage girl?
More like a grim reaper in the dark night!
Shen Qinglan pulled the bewildered Shen Qingzhu and left ahead.
Sun He was also helped away by Zhang Lu and the others.
Neither group noticed the paralyzed Xiao Hongshi in the nearby woods.
She initially intended to make lunch for her husband and son to bring to the grain-sunning ground. Who would have guessed she’d witness Shen Qinglan and Sun He’s showdown firsthand?
That girl, not only afraid of Sun He, even beat him to spit blood. This was not a person, but a witch!
After everyone had gone, Xiao Hongshi then crawled out of the woods trembling, noticing a stain beneath her skirt.
She had been frightened to her wits!
Not just for a village woman like her, even Zhang Lu and the gang were so terrified their legs felt weak.
Shen Qingzhu snapped back to his senses halfway, recalling Sun He waving a dagger, he couldn’t help but shudder.
He looked Shen Qinglan up and down, relieved to find her unscathed.
Quickly he urged Shen Qinglan, "Third Sister, next time you see Sun He, don’t be so impulsive. What if you get hurt?"
Shen Qinglan patted his shoulder, "Don’t worry, Second Brother. Next time Sun He sees me, he’ll be too busy running away. There won’t be a next time."
Even thinking back, Shen Qingzhu still felt lingering fears.
Shen Qinglan paid him no further attention, returning home, she took out the vegetables bought that morning, made red-braised pork, and another dish of oil-braised eggplant. She also brewed a large pot of winter melon and spare rib soup and prepared a chilled wild vegetable salad.
When the dishes were done, the rice had already been steamed.
The two siblings packed the food and utensils before returning to the grain-sunning ground.