Isn't It Bad

Situ Dingyi slumped on the ground, his entire body trembling from severe pain and terror.

However, arriving even faster than the pain was the premonition of death.

Ning Qingcheng did not stop her hands.

He watched helplessly as Ning Qingcheng's clean, beautiful hands gently clenched in the air. An invisible spike, exuding the aura of spatial distortion, condensed at her fingertips.

The spike was aimed directly at the back of his head.

If this strike landed, he would undoubtedly die.

Situ Dingyi's pupils shrank to pinpricks.

But in the thousandth of a second before that spatial spike could strike, Lin Mo merely raised his hand out of sheer boredom and gave it a gentle wave.

It was like brushing away a speck of dust.

That fatal spatial spike, along with the distorted air surrounding it, instantly turned into nothingness, as if it had never existed.

Ning Qingcheng's movements froze. Her hand still maintained the thrusting posture, but she was completely stunned.

That's enough, what's the point of stabbing him to death? I just let you use him for practice.

She suddenly lowered her head, looking at her empty hands, her eyes full of bewilderment.

I... I just... My teacher once said that when facing an enemy, it is best to kill them in one strike, so I...

Her voice grew softer and softer, carrying a trace of grievance and confusion, like a good student who had completed her homework exactly as the teacher asked, only to get a failing mark.

Hearing this, Lin Mo almost choked on his own breath.

Good heavens.

This piece of uncarved jade was good, but perhaps too easy to polish. One careless move, and she had been sharpened into a blood-drawing murder weapon.

But there might be some kind of latent murderous nature hidden in her heart. He couldn't exactly say he needed to suppress it, but it at least needed proper control.

He even began to reflect on whether the teaching scenarios he had let her observe before were too bloody and violent, causing this girl to completely skip the psychological preparation phase when it came to killing.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo felt that being a teacher was a heavy responsibility with a long road ahead.

How could teaching a peerless genius be more mentally exhausting than getting into a fight?

Right at this moment, a crisp yet somewhat hesitant voice sounded in the air.

Qingcheng, have you... ever killed anyone before?

It was Xie Yuling's voice, except Xie Yuling had been directly turned invisible by Lin Mo.

Ning Qingcheng stared blankly at her own hands. They were fair, slender, and untainted by a single drop of blood.

She recalled her smooth, flowing movements just now. From severing tendons to condensing a killing move, there was no hesitation at all, as if she had practiced it thousands of times.

She shook her head.

No.

I just felt... it came very naturally.

Lin Mo's eye twitched.

It certainly came naturally—so naturally that she almost sent a living person straight to the afterlife.

He was now one hundred percent certain that his previous assessment of Ning Qingcheng's strength had been a grave miscalculation.

With her terrifying intuition and decisiveness regarding spatial abilities, let alone one Aunt Qiong, even if ten Aunt Qiongs were tied together, she would have skewered them like meat on a stick today.

Lin Mo stopped dwelling on it and turned his gaze to Situ Dingyi, who was completely dumbfounded on the ground.

His arm and leg tendons were all severed, blood pooling all over the floor. The man was already half-crippled.

Situ Dingyi felt Lin Mo's gaze. He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but the severe pain and terror left him unable to utter a single complete sentence.

However, in the next second, a sight he would never forget for the rest of his life unfolded.

Lin Mo simply extended a single finger and pointed at him from afar.

Get up.

As soon as the words fell, the dark red blood that had soaked into the carpet and begun to coagulate acted as if a rewind button had suddenly been pressed.

Defying all laws of physics, it transformed into countless fine threads of blood, surging backward from the carpet fibers and scrambling to drill back into the wounds on Situ Dingyi's wrists and ankles.

Immediately after, the torn flesh and severed tendons writhed frantically, healing at a visible rate.

In less than ten seconds.

The wounds vanished without leaving even a single scar.

The bone-piercing pain receded like the tide, as if everything that just happened was nothing more than a nightmare.

Situ Dingyi blankly flexed his wrists and moved his feet.

Good as new.

Perhaps even more flexible than before.

In a daze, Situ Dingyi raised his head, his vision focusing on Lin Mo's indifferent face.

He could not comprehend it, but the terror welling up from deep within his body made it impossible for him to muster even the slightest thought of resistance.

Alright, stop playing dead.

Lin Mo's voice was light, but it struck Situ Dingyi's chest like a heavy hammer. Now, answer my question. Why did you take Jiang Yunlu?

So it really was because of that matter?

Situ Dingyi lowered his head even further, his mind racing as he calculated what to say.

Sigh, interrogations are such a hassle.

Lin Mo suddenly sighed, seemingly a bit impatient. Forget it, directly extracting your soul is simpler.

Before his voice even faded, an invisible giant hand violently grabbed Situ Dingyi's head, lifting his entire body into mid-air.

He opened his eyes in terror. Reflected in his vision was a pair of demonic purple pupils, so profound that they seemed capable of sucking in a person's soul.

Lin Mo never intended to waste words with them in the first place. Catching these two men was purely to find sparring partners for Ning Qingcheng.

Since the practice was over, it was time to get down to business.

Taking Jiang Yunlu, what is your purpose. Lin Mo's voice turned icy.

Situ Dingyi's eyes instantly went hollow, his mouth opening and closing mechanically.

The disciples of the hidden sect families are preparing to enter the secular world. Our Lady was worried that the Young Miss would be in danger, so she specifically instructed us to first bring the Young Miss back to the Situ family. We were to bind her to the Situ family under the guise of an arranged marriage, and then return her to the secular world once the entry period ends.

As soon as the words were spoken, Ning Qingcheng's brows furrowed slightly.

She subconsciously looked toward the invisible Xie Yuling beside her, silently asking with her eyes: Could it be... we attacked the wrong people? This doesn't sound like they are bad guys; it sounds more like they are protecting her.

Are they actually the good guys?

Right at that moment, in the transparent prison cell on the other side, Situ Ding'er slammed his body against the invisible wall like a madman, letting out muffled bangs.

You can't say it! Shut up!

His eyes were bloodshot and splitting as he roared in Situ Dingyi's direction, You'll implicate Our Lady! The Elder Hall will punish her!

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow. Oh? So these two really aren't the bad guys?

Then what was the mission the Situ family gave you?

Situ Dingyi continued to answer.

To bring the Young Miss back for a marriage alliance with the Gongsun family, in exchange for their help and cooperation during the secular world dispute.

Situ Ding'er looked up and stared at Lin Mo. He had already guessed that Situ Dingyi was currently in a state where he would answer whatever was asked, so he could only watch quietly.

Lin Mo stroked his chin, also guessing something.

What do you mean by the secular world dispute?

The major families in the hidden sects will send out their family geniuses to leave the hidden sects and build their careers in the secular world.

Situ Dingyi responded.

And the significance? What benefits does this secular world dispute bring?

Within the hidden sects, there is a spring jointly managed by the various families...