"Miss, Miss! It's time to wake up..."
"Wake, wake, wake, wake your #%￥... Piss off!" Yan Xiaoyi was furious, screaming hysterically through the door.
In just a short moment, her score had already reached 0-3.
Playing on Hell difficulty right from the start would make anyone furious.
Yet she quickly calmed herself down.
Being tough doesn't work, and being soft doesn't either.
Fine! Then I'll just shut the door to all visitors and refuse to see anyone at all. Won't that work?
She immediately wrapped herself in the blanket and mumbled: "Tell them I'm not here, and send them packing right now."
"Alright, Miss." The maid replied and left.
Walking all the way to the main hall, she haughtily said to that white-haired Old Man: "My Miss said she's not here, and told me to send you lot packing right away!"
"Outrageous!" Hearing this, the white-haired Old Man was so furious he crushed his teacup on the spot.
His old face looked as gloomy as if he were about to shit.
A moment later.
Just as Yan Xiaoyi was drifting off into a hazy sleep,
with a loud "Crash~", the bedroom door was ruthlessly kicked off its hinges.
Immediately after, the hateful face of the white-haired Old Man appeared before her eyes:
"This old man came in person to call off the engagement, yet you are this arrogant and unreasonable! You simply have no respect for my Taixuan Sect! Intolerable bullying! — Go to hell!"
Yan Xiaoyi: "..."
"Swish~" A flash of sword light, and Yan Xiaoyi, along with her bed, was hacked in half.
...
"Ah! It hurts, hurts, hurts!"
Her score having reached 0-4, Yan Xiaoyi woke up once more looking like a ghost, sitting disheveled in bed and trembling all over.
She had discovered a problem: every time she got killed, the pain upon waking up increased a bit more.
This pain wasn't just physical; it reached her soul as well!
Double the torture—it was simply fatal!
Fine, very well!
Playing dirty, are you? Insisting on killing me, are you?
Alright! If I can't afford to offend you, I can at least run away.
Worst case scenario, I'll quit being this young miss!
Making a prompt decision, Yan Xiaoyi directly ignored the maid's life-summoning cries outside the door.
Packing up all the valuable items in the room with the utmost speed, she pushed open the window and leaped right out.
"Hmph! Farewell to you lot, I refuse to believe this time you can still—"
Before Yan Xiaoyi could finish her sentence, a foul, fishy stench rushed toward her face.
Then she saw a bloody maw expand right before her eyes, its row of gruesome fangs dripping with drool and scraps of flesh.
"Ah?? A... a Demonic Beast!?"
Before Yan Xiaoyi could react, she fell straight into the Demonic Beast's huge mouth.
"Crunch~ Crunch~"
The sound of bones being crushed was exceptionally clear.
Poor Yan Xiaoyi suffered the most gruesome death this time; not even a scrap of bone was left behind.
...
"Hiss~ It hurts so much!"
Yan Xiaoyi opened her eyes yet again. Her face was contorted as she rolled back and forth on the bed like a maggot.
How is one supposed to live?
There is simply no way to survive at all!
"Miss, Miss, it's time to wake up..."
Hearing this voice made Yan Xiaoyi utterly furious. With red eyes, she roared, "Urging, urging, urging! All you know is urging—why don't you take this place as the young miss..."
Huh?
Mid-sentence, a flash of inspiration struck Yan Xiaoyi's mind!
A brilliant plan welled up in her heart.
She immediately flipped out of bed, and the moment she opened the door, she raised the stool in her hand and smashed it without warning onto the maid's forehead.
"Clang~" The stool shattered, and the maid collapsed on the spot.
Yan Xiaoyi dragged the person into the room, stripped off her clothes, and put them on. To prevent being recognized, she even grabbed two handfuls of dirt and sand from a flowerpot in the corner and smeared them across her face.
Glancing in the mirror—OK! Perfect!
If anyone can recognize me like this, I'll wash my hair upside down on a live stream.
Then Yan Xiaoyi trotted all the way to the main hall and grinned at the white-haired Old Man who was drinking tea: "Sorry you two, my Miss is not here, you should come back another day."
"What?"
Hearing this, the white-haired Old Man crushed his teacup on the spot, slammed the table, and stood up. "Knowing full well that this old man would visit in person, she deliberately avoids seeing me! Arrogant and conceited, utterly contemptuous of others!"
"Ah yes, yes, yes! Everything you say is right."
Yan Xiaoyi perfunctorily nodded. "Once she returns, I will certainly inform my Miss and have her come over to offer a personal apology at the earliest opportunity."
Get lost already! The person isn't even here, what are you still loitering around for?
While urging them on in her heart, she inevitably felt a little pleased with herself: I refuse to believe you can still find a reason to kill me this time!
"Such a lack of basic manners! If she isn't taught a lesson, won't she think she can fly to the heavens?"
As he spoke, the Old Man drew his sword without warning, and with a backhand strike, he hacked Yan Xiaoyi—who still had a smile on her face—in half.
Finished, he flicked the blood off his blade and said expressionlessly, "Killing just a maid will serve as punishment! Let's go!"
...
"Fine, very well! Old bastard, you're not acting human at all, are you?"
Waking up once more, Yan Xiaoyi gritted her teeth tightly, her entire body twitching uncontrollably.
Anger was one thing.
Mostly it just hurt.
"Miss, Miss..."
"Stop shouting!!!" Yan Xiaoyi roared, turning her head to look at the precious sword hanging by the head of the bed, a crazy thought flashing through her mind.
Going to kill me, are you?
Fine! Then don't blame this old lady for being ruthless!
"Clang~" The precious sword left its scabbard, radiating a chilling glare.
Yan Xiaoyi carefully noticed that two lines of small characters were engraved on the hilt: Cuts through iron like mud, kills without leaving a trace of blood.
Could it be... the breakthrough point is right here?
It must be!
Overjoyed, Yan Xiaoyi slowly walked behind the door and instructed the maid through the crack: "Go tell them I am waiting in the side hall to brew tea for them."
"Alright, Miss."
Watching the maid leave through the door crack, Yan Xiaoyi quickly hurried to the side hall, holding her breath as she ambushed behind the door.
The moment that old bastard pushed the door open, she would decisively swing her sword. Taken completely by guard, he would undoubtedly die!
This kill, I, Yan, am claiming it for sure!
*
Soon, footsteps approached.
As someone attempting to pull off a kill for the very first time, Yan Xiaoyi felt her little heart beating "thump, thump" as if it were about to leap out of her chest.
Biting her pale lips, she slowly raised the precious sword above her head.
The scene she had imagined of him pushing the door open and walking in did not happen.
That white-haired Old Man had no manners whatsoever and delivered a powerful kick to the door.
"Crash~"
Caught completely off guard, Yan Xiaoyi's raised sword was struck by the door panel, bouncing back and chopping straight down onto her own forehead.
"This... can... happen?"
Yan Xiaoyi died with everlasting regret, slowly collapsing behind the door.
"Clang~" The precious sword fell to the ground, and true to its description, it was completely unstained by blood.
The white-haired Old Man looked coldly at Yan Xiaoyi's corpse and flicked his sleeve. "Hmph! You even wanted to launch a sneak attack and assassinate this old man, without even weighing your own worth! Asking for your own doom!"
...
Killed again!
The pain on her body was already far less than one ten-thousandth of the pain in her soul!
This time, without waiting for the maid to come knock, Yan Xiaoyi opened her bedroom door with red eyes, not even wearing her shoes.
She turned and walked away, as if she had made up some sort of resolute determination.
"Yan Xiaoyi..."
"Shut up!" Yan Xiaoyi let out a sharp roar, and her gaze, which looked as though she wanted to eat someone alive, actually startled Ye Qing into a sudden shudder.
She walked straight up to the white-haired Old Man, raised her head, and stared right into his eyes.
Just as the white-haired Old Man was utterly confused, having no idea what she was about to do,
Yan Xiaoyi moved her throat: "Heh-ptoo!"
A mouthful of spit was spat without warning right onto the Old Man's face.
In an instant, everyone present was shocked.
"Outrageous!!"
The white-haired Old Man was beside himself with rage. "This old man has no grudge or grievance against you, yet you humiliate me like this! Intolerable bullying!"
"—Go to hell!"
This time, Yan Xiaoyi died a worthy death.
Even though she had openly handed over this kill, at least a good half of her anger had dissipated.
Next, however, she still had to figure out how to stay alive.
...
"My esteemed adoptive father is above, please accept my bow!"
"Ulterior motives! Go to hell!"
...
"Darling~"
"Shameless! Go to hell!"
...
"Ah~ it hurts!"
After several attempts in a row, she had long since racked up a ridiculous death count, and the pain rippling through her body and soul was impossible to describe in words.
Yan Xiaoyi curled up into a ball, hugging her blanket and rolling back and forth on the bed continuously.
Just as the pain finally began to subside, the life-summoning cry sounded once more: "Miss, Miss, it's time to wake up!"
I'm begging you!
Will you please stop shouting?!
I really can't take this anymore!
Ignoring the other person, Yan Xiaoyi bit her lip, frowned, and began to think deeply and seriously.
A guaranteed death scenario?
No! That's not right, she must have overlooked some detail!