Didn't this scum like Qin Yumei? Why then was he trying to strike up a conversation with another girl? Ling Chunxi frowned. An evil thought crossed her mind.
"May I ask your name miss? To be here so late at night, you must be here looking for your relatives. As it isn't safe for a lady to walk alone at this hour, allow me to escort you." Ling Yuanhong had overcome his captivated stupor and began to make passionate offers of accompaniment. He was utterly enamored, never taking his eyes off her even to blink.
Ling Chunxi didn't say a word as Ling Yuanhong moved closer to her. She was too tired to engage with his foolishness. Once he was close enough, she swiftly geared up and delivered a flying roundhouse kick right to his chest. "Ling Yuanhong, you scum! Go walk off a cliff!"
Ling Yuanhong's jaw dropped in recognition of Ling Chunxi's voice before her kick sent him flying.
He slammed into a wall and promptly fainted in a dramatic manner.
"Pervert! Lowlife! Despicable piece of vermin!" called out Ling Chunxi scornfully as she walked over to look down at Ling Yuanhong's prone body. She raised her leg, intending to stomp on him one more time. But wasn't just beating him up too mild? Ling Chunxi changed her mind. Her line of sight landed on his head, and a nasty smile spread across her face.
'Bastard. Didn't you dare raise your hand against a woman? You even wanted to pull my hair out the last time.' Her dagger gleamed in the dark as Ling Chunxi drew it out of its sheath. In a few simple motions, she had cut off Ling Yuanhong's hair easily. As she wasn't tremendously skilled at cutting hair, Ling Yuanhong now sported two uneven bald patches on his head. Oh, well. She then scattered a smattering of colorless powder across his scalp, raised her leg and stamped hard on Ling Yuanhong. Such a bullying rascal should just be stepped on till he dies.
Once she had her fill of vengeance, Ling Chunxi smirked and flipped her hair before stalking away. She collected Little White from where she had placed him earlier while she attended to matters. The rest of Ling Chunxi's night was uneventful as she made it home safely with Little White, took a bath and then went to sleep. On this night, her slumber was so pleasant it almost seemed sweet.
Early the next morning, Ling Chunxi saw Aunt Wang happily returning home with a bag full of meat buns.
"What happened to make you so happy?" asked Ling Chunxi casually as she washed her face.
"Miss, something strange has happened in town. It's really quite funny." Aunt Wang let out a loud and hearty laugh. "You probably haven't heard about this. Ling Yuanhong went bald and his whole face was swollen, as though he had been stung by bees. Everywhere he went, everyone couldn't help but laugh. What was even weirder was that he couldn't put on his hat. The moment his hat touched his head, he would howl in pain! He just went to the Second Elder for an official diagnosis of his condition."
Upon hearing Aunt Wang recount the story, Ling Chunxi smiled. Let Ling Yuanhong's bald head illuminate a path forward for everyone. The powder she used was undetectable and effective for seven days. She didn't think even the Second Elder would be able to decipher the cause of Ling Yuanhong's discomfort.
"Ah, that's right, Miss. There is another amusing matter as well." Aunt Wang organized bowls and chopsticks into stacks as she crowed on. "Qin Yumei and her posse also visited the Second Elder because they all contracted some unknown rash. Their bodies were covered in red bumps that were itchy beyond comparison. They had all scratched and scratched till they broke skin and then panicked."
At the sound of Aunt Wang's unabashedly gloating tone, Ling Chunxi's lips curled into a smile. No one would have guessed that all these things were her doing.
Just as Aunt Wang finished putting away the bowls and chopsticks neatly, a white specter flashed past her. She was so frightened, she almost dropped the utensils in her hands. Once she could make out what the white specter on the table was, Aunt Wang shrieked in shock. "There's a fox here, Miss! There's a fox!"
"Indeed, there is. Its name is Little White, and it will be living with us from now on. It is a new member of this family. When you prepare meals for me, do prepare an extra portion for the fox. It likes meat, so let's have more meat in our meals," answered Ling Chunxi calmly. After pouring away the water she used to wash her face, Ling Chunxi sat down to tuck enthusiastically into her breakfast. She chortled to herself, of course the emphasis was on her last sentence. It can only be a blessing to have more meat!
Before she sat down, Aunt Wang caught a glimpse of Ling Chunxi's face and gasped in surprise. "Your face, Miss. Your face… It's beautiful. Your skin is so good. What happened?"
"My skin recovered well. All right, that's enough Aunt Wang. Let's eat." Ling Chunxi smiled affectionately at Aunt Wang, thinking that she was making a mountain out of a molehill. However, as Ling Chunxi studied her reflection in the mirror in her room after breakfast, she saw that Aunt Wang wasn't exaggerating. In comparison to how her skin was before, the difference was heaven and earth. It was understandable why that rascal Ling Yuanhong couldn't recognize her to the point of daring to approach her. What a shame that decision turned out to be a death sentence for him.
A short while later, Ling Chunxi began practicing the Thundercloud Ninth Heaven's Cultivation Method. With her current abilities, the only thing she lacked was the experience of a real battle and most importantly—a weapon. She raised her head towards a thin-bladed metal sword hanging upon the wall across from her and sighed softly. This sword would be unable to withstand the domineering Thundercloud Battle Qi. A better sword was required. The problem was, where would she find one? She discounted the iron shop in Shi Qu Town as she knew there wouldn't be any good weapons there. Ling Chunxi thought carefully about this matter as stroked the length of her very full purse. It was settled then. She had decided to go to White Stone City.
Though White Stone City was very metropolitan, it managed to retain a quaint atmosphere. As it was a city with longstanding history and convenient methods of transportation, many merchants were based there. Taking a look at the iron shops there wouldn't be such a bad idea.
Ling Chunxi bid Aunt Wang farewell then made her way to the station with Little White in tow to take a carriage to White Stone City. Aunt Wang had found a wide-brimmed hat for Ling Chunxi to cover her face with and had instructed her a thousand times over to keep it on until she got home. After all, Ling Chunxi would be traveling alone and in such circumstances, beauty usually invited trouble.
It was noon when Ling Chunxi arrived at White Stone City. Looking at the pristine white stones that built its walls, she understood where the city got its name from. The gleam of sunlight emitted a faint halo off the white stones, creating an impression of mystery and magnificence. Likewise, the stoic guards posted at the city gate also exuded a sense of majesty.
The wide bluestone roads, which were wide enough to accommodate eight horses at once, were filled with people bustling about amongst patrolling soldiers. There was a dazzling array of shops on both sides of the road, each containing a myriad of products.
It was easy to locate the iron shops due to the large banners parked at the side of the road with large iron lettering. However, procuring a weapon could wait till later. First, Ling Chunxi needed to fill her stomach!
After exploring the street for a bit, she chanced upon a beef restaurant featuring beef prepared in many different ways. There was stewed beef, braised beef, roasted beef, and even cold mix beef. The smell wafting from this restaurant stopped her in her tracks. As though she was on a mission, Ling Chunxi hurriedly marched towards the delicious aroma with Little White tucked under her arm. In her haste to enter the restaurant, she almost collided with another customer at the door.
She managed to halt her advance in time. But when she began to apologize to the person she almost bumped into, a cold and familiar voice began to speak.
"Ling Chuxi?" The voice was aloof and devoid of any warmth, yet it carried with it a hint of surprise.
"Um, yes?" There was something odd about this. Her face was covered by the hat and she didn't know anyone from White Stone City. Who was it that recognized her so instantly? Wait, she knew this voice. Once Ling Chunxi lifted her head and made eye contact with the speaker, her eyes widened in surprise. 'Ling Yichen? What was he doing here and how did he recognize me?'
"Why are you here?" asked Ling Yichen in his monotonous drawl, making his question seem more of a statement.
"Why are you here?" Ling Chunxi fired back. Whenever Ling Yichen spoke, his face was always expressionless, as though he had some sort of facial paralysis.
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