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Chapter 37 Control

Nie Yutong naturally heard this as well, but she sneered, "Why should I help you?"

This blatant betrayal is as if she had never knelt down and begged him for help.

Chen Qiyuan said, "I can't afford to offend the Cheng family. Since Miss Nie is unwilling to help, I can leave Nan'an City to lay low for a while. As for when I'll be back, that's hard to say."

"You're threatening me?" Nie Yutong sneered. "Do you think you can just walk away? Come back to the Ironclad Sect with me."

They don't appreciate kindness.

She was determined to capture this man and bring him back to the Ironclad Sect, and he wouldn't be allowed to leave until all the Yin Fire within her was neutralized.

Chen Qiyuan simply smiled, moved swiftly, smashed through the carriage door, and jumped off.

Want to escape?

Nie Yutong was already on guard and reached out with lightning speed, only to find that she had grabbed nothing.

"Since Miss Nie is not sincere in cooperating, then let's part ways here." In two leaps, Chen Qiyuan had already reached the roof of the building opposite.

"etc."

Nie Yutong quickly called out to him, "I can help you."

Standing on the rooftop, Chen Qiyuan said calmly, "It's too late. Your credibility with me was already ruined when you made those threats. If you want to get rid of the Yin Fire within you, please find someone else."

"Don't go."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Nie Yutong became very anxious and immediately chased after him.

But after Chen Qiyuan jumped into the alley behind, he disappeared without a trace. The houses below were connected to each other, and the alleys were interconnected. He was also very familiar with the area.

Nie Yutong was unwilling to give up and searched the vicinity for a while, but couldn't find a trace of it. It had long since disappeared.

She was filled with shock and anger. He really just left like that?

The thought of the excruciating pain, as if her very bones were being burned, when the Yin Fire flared up tomorrow filled her with a pang of regret.

He should have been captured and brought back to the Ironclad Gate from the beginning.

"Miss."

Just then, a maidservant driving the carriage rushed over and said, "That young master just now asked me to give this to you."

Nie Yutong quickly took it and looked at it. "If you want me to help you, let's make a fair trade. I'll relieve your pain once, and you do one thing for me. The first thing is to resolve the Cheng family's troubles. If you do that, come to the martial arts school to find me tomorrow night."

She clenched her fist and shattered the paper into powder, extremely angry. How dare he try to negotiate with her?

"Miss, what should we do?" the maid asked anxiously.

Nie Yutong closed her eyes, exhaled a breath of stale air, and said through gritted teeth, "Go to Wu's Martial Arts School."

……

Outside the Wu Family Martial Arts School.

"Chen Qiyuan, you coward, why don't you come out and face your death?"

"If you don't come out, I'll tear down this shabby martial arts school."

Cheng Junhe continued shouting, his voice carrying far and wide.

Not far away, some daring people were pointing and whispering. This kind of thing would never have happened before.

Since Wu Tianhuan's death, the prestige of the Wu family martial arts school has been declining. First, Zhenguang martial arts school came to show its power, but Pang Guoyong did not choose to fight back and instead retreated.

Now, they are being blocked at the door and loudly humiliated, their reputation for the Wu Family Martial Arts School practically trampled underfoot. Yet, the school remains tightly shut.

This incident has severely damaged the reputation of Wu's Martial Arts School.

Although Cheng Junhe enjoyed being in the spotlight, he grew impatient as Chen Qiyuan remained silent. He sneered, "You think you can get away with playing dead?"

As he spoke, he kicked open the door of the martial arts school.

The door collapsed with a crash.

Cheng Junhe stepped inside and saw a one-armed man standing in the training ground, followed by a young and beautiful woman.

The man looked calm, while the woman looked grief-stricken.

He shouted, "Where's Chen Qiyuan? Tell him to come out and face his death!"

The one-armed man sighed, "Young Master Cheng, why must you press this so hard?"

To outsiders, the current owner of the martial arts school exudes a sense of tragic grandeur.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm going to kill that little beast today." Cheng Junhe's face was ferocious, he really couldn't swallow his anger.

During the month he was confined to his home, the thought of his fiancée having an affair with such a bastard tormented him. So, once he was granted permission to leave, his first thought was to kill someone.

"If he doesn't show up soon, I'll kill you first. As for the woman next to you, take her back as a concubine. I want to see if he can still keep hiding like a coward."

Even with Pang Guoyong's temperament, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes at this moment.

Wen Zhenzhen was so angry that her pretty face turned pale.

"Hmph, ignorant of their own limitations."

Just then, a cold snort rang out, and everyone present felt their hearts skip a beat as a beautiful figure appeared at the entrance of the martial arts school.

No one saw how she appeared; she was strikingly beautiful with captivating eyes. Yet, at this moment, her eyes held a chilling aura.

Cheng Junhe turned around and blurted out, "What a pretty girl."

Upon hearing this, a middle-aged man who had come with him suddenly changed his expression.

"court death!"

A hint of murderous intent flashed in the woman's eyes, and she flicked her finger.

A flash of white light.

The middle-aged man reacted quickly, stepping in front of his young master. With a crack, his arm broke. He endured the excruciating pain and begged for mercy, "Please, Fairy Nie, have mercy! My young master is the legitimate son of the Cheng family in the south of the city. He had absolutely no intention of offending you."

Then he said to his young master, "Young master, quickly apologize. This is Fairy Nie from the Ironclad Sect."

Cheng Junhe's eyelids twitched. No matter how arrogant he was, he knew he absolutely couldn't afford to offend a direct disciple of the Ironclad Sect. He lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, I've never seen a fairy before, and I spoke without thinking. Please forgive me."

This unexpected turn of events caught everyone off guard.

Nie Yutong of the Ironclad Sect is a household name in the north of the city. A martial arts prodigy, she was already a powerful cultivator at the Refining Organs Realm at the age of twenty, and her reputation was renowned.

She actually stood up for the Wu family martial arts school?

What is her relationship with the Wu Family Martial Arts School?

Not only were the onlookers shocked, but even Pang Guoyong and Wen Zhenzhen were extremely surprised. They had never seen this Fairy Nie before, let alone had any relationship with her.

Not to mention them, even Wu Tianhuan is not worthy of such a person.

Nie Yutong said, "Slap him."

"What?"

Cheng Junhe was stunned for a moment. He then saw a maid behind Nie Yutong step forward and slap him across the face.

The maid's strength was mediocre, while Cheng Junhe was at least at the Marrow Refining Realm. How could he possibly be hit by her? He reached out and grabbed her hand, suppressing his anger, "What does Fairy Nie mean by this?"

Even after I apologized, she still wouldn't let it go.

"snort."

With a cold snort, a white light flashed and accurately struck Cheng Junhe's right forearm. He screamed in pain, and his arm went limp, clearly broken.

"You still dare to block me?"

The maidservant angrily stepped forward and slapped him across the face again.

"You dare?"

Cheng Junhe's ferocity was aroused, and he was about to kill the maid with his bare hands.

Whoosh.

Another beam of white light flew in and struck his left hand, breaking his arm bone.

Snapped!

The slap landed squarely on his face.

"ah--"

Cheng Junhe let out a roar of extreme humiliation. He had never suffered such humiliation since he was a child.

"What are you yelling about?"

The maid wasn't about to let him get away with it. She stepped forward and slapped him seven or eight times, each slap louder than the last.

Cheng Junhe fainted from the immense humiliation.

The middle-aged guard from the Cheng family cried out in despair, "Does Fairy Nie truly disregard the reputation of the Cheng family?"

"The Cheng family?"

Nie Yutong said dismissively, "What is that?"

At this moment, the maid noticed that Cheng Junhe had fainted. "Trying to play dead?"

So he took a water bottle from his waist, splashed water on his face to wake him up, and then continued to slap his face.

"This is outrageous!"

Cheng Junhe's voice sounded like he was weeping blood.

The scene was deathly silent; apart from the slapping sounds, no one spoke.