Chen Xiuming's greedy gaze fell upon Yaoyao. After receiving the organization's notice about a "genius" stationed in the Special Operations Group who not only killed a sixth-rank Mystic Master but also extracted memories from the deceased, Chen was livid.
This incident had exposed a significant portion of their organization’s operations, forcing them to relocate in order to avoid being wiped out by the authorities. However, some high-ranking members, like Chen himself, remained unfazed. Having already reached the seventh rank—a pinnacle of power within the organization—Chen felt untouchable.
In his eyes, the Special Operations Group couldn’t possibly have any real talent. Especially after learning that the so-called genius was only three and a half years old, his disdain grew even stronger. He believed it was all a ploy by the authorities to intimidate their group. Still, he acknowledged that killing Jingming required at least fifth-rank strength, combined with official resources. A child prodigy at such an age would indeed be rare and considered a supreme genius in the Mystic world.
But there was one thing Chen loved more than anything else: tormenting and slaughtering geniuses. Upon hearing this news, he became restless. Extracting the blood essence of such a genius and refining it into pills could potentially help him break through his bottleneck. Stuck at the peak of the seventh rank for years, Chen knew his aging body wouldn’t last much longer. If he failed to advance soon, he’d never achieve higher realms.
Thus, he saw this as his only chance—and he was determined to seize it.
However, cunning as he was, Chen didn’t act rashly. After thorough investigation, he pieced together Yaoyao’s circumstances. With meticulous planning, he captured Gu Xuesong and waited for the perfect opportunity to lure her assailants right into his trap. And just as expected, everything unfolded according to his plans.
“Since you’ve come, stay here forever. I’ll send both father and daughter off to reunite in the underworld.”
On his home turf, Chen wielded absolute confidence.
“You villain, don’t celebrate too early!”
Yaoyao loathed the way he looked at her. The layers of karmic energy swirling around him were proof enough that his hands were drenched in blood. Such a person deserved no mercy. Without hesitation, she swung her tiny hand, unleashing a bolt of lightning straight toward him.
Despite her young age, her attack was swift and precise!
Chen’s eyelids twitched as he barely managed to erect a spiritual barrier. But due to insufficient preparation, the shield shattered instantly upon impact. The collision numbed his entire arm momentarily.
He staggered back several steps before regaining his footing, but before he could recover, Yaoyao charged forward like a cannonball.
Lightning bolts danced wildly like silver snakes, her small fists moving faster than the eye could follow, raining down blows like a storm. Caught off guard, Chen could only defend himself passively, creating an oddly surreal scene.
Meanwhile, the trio of hostages watched in stunned silence. The portly general contractor among them couldn’t help but blurt out:
“Mr. Gu, what kind of technique is your daughter using? Why does she have lightning?!”
“And how can a normal person’s punches be this fast?”
These businessmen had accompanied Gu Xuesong to inspect the construction site when Chen abducted them, fearing they might interfere. Now, faced with such an explosive display, even seasoned veterans of the business world were left speechless.
Compared to the two flabbergasted businessmen, Gu Xuesong appeared relatively calm—but only because he knew his daughter wasn’t ordinary. His gaze remained fixed on her, terrified she might get hurt. Facing such a menacing opponent, Yaoyao’s youthful vulnerability worried him deeply.
By now, Chen was losing his mind. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine being utterly dominated by a mere child. The humiliation of being forced into defense was unbearable, but worse still was the creeping fear taking root in his heart. This little girl’s cultivation level likely rivaled—or even surpassed—his own. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have overwhelmed him so completely.
It seemed clear now that Jingming truly died at her hands; someone of her caliber wouldn’t need official assistance. But a three-and-a-half-year-old at the peak of the seventh rank? Who would believe such a tale unless they witnessed it themselves?
Where on earth had the Special Operations Group found such a monster? Chen realized he had bitten off more than he could chew.
Still, at this point, retreat wasn’t an option. The allure of advancing to the next stage clouded his judgment entirely. Bone marrow and blood essence from a seventh-rank cultivator would undoubtedly yield superior results. Refusing to accept defeat against a mere child, Chen gritted his teeth and summoned a crimson ghost to shield him.
The ghost, naturally weak against lightning, disintegrated into ashes with a single strike. This brief opening allowed Chen to regain lost ground.
“Die! Die!” His massive palm condensed into a blood blade, slashing ferociously.
Simultaneously, dark thunderbolts erupted from his body—crafted by sacrificing countless living souls. Though malevolent, their power was undeniable. One side wielded the righteous Five Thunder Technique, while the other unleashed sinister lightning. The battle raged fiercely, spilling out of the confined space and into the abandoned building’s exterior.
Observing from the shadows, Gu Yu’s eyes lit up. He recognized this as the perfect moment to rescue the captives. Without hesitation, he sprinted out, swiftly untying his father and the others.
“Xiao Yu? What are you doing here?” Gu Xuesong groaned inwardly. While he understood why his fearless daughter came to save him, his younger son was utterly useless. Showing up now would only add complications.
Gu Yu, oblivious to his father’s frustration, vigilantly scanned the surroundings while quickly freeing the hostages. “Obviously, I’m here to save you! Do you think Yaoyao can handle everything alone?”
“Alright, we’re free. Let’s get downstairs immediately. Staying here will only hinder my sister’s performance.”
Gu Yu didn’t mince words, fully aware that his father’s incompetence necessitated Yaoyao’s intervention. Mistakes had consequences, and even family ties weren’t exempt.
Gu Xuesong caught the underlying jab and shot his son a sharp glare. Under normal circumstances, he’d teach the brat a lesson, but given the dire situation, he suppressed his anger.
“Let’s go. Get out of this crumbling building—it might collapse any second.” Follow current novels on NoveI~Fire.net
The aftershocks of Yaoyao’s attacks were powerful enough to topple structures. Their priority was escaping unscathed.
“Follow Mr. Gu’s lead. Whatever direction he points us in, we’ll go without question,” chimed in the other businessmen, nodding fervently. Witnessing Yaoyao’s battle against the Taoist master made them realize resistance was futile. Overwhelmed, they resolved to cooperate silently.
The four hurried downstairs, with Gu Yu keeping a wary eye out for lurking spirits, his wooden rosary ready at hand. Fortunately, they encountered no hostile entities during their escape. The smoothness of their departure felt almost surreal to Gu Yu.
Just then, an enraged roar echoed from above.
“Aaargh! Damn you… You deceived me!”
“You’re not seventh rank—you’re eighth rank?!”
The scream carried unmistakable terror, hinting at the shocking truth behind Yaoyao’s true strength.