Overbearing Tactics

At this moment, two young masters from prominent families walked across the deck, discussing matters when they noticed a woman embedded in the shattered cabin nearby.

Her beauty and figure instantly made their eyes widen.

They nearly drooled.

Such a stunning woman—they had never encountered anyone like her in their lives.

Exchanging a glance, wicked thoughts arose in their minds. They hastily dragged her out and began showering her with flattery, spinning sweet lies to deceive her.

"Scram!"

Mei Xian'er, her exquisite face cold, flung them straight into the pitch-black sea without hesitation.

She couldn’t care less which powerful family they belonged to.

The dark waters swallowed them instantly, as if hiding something unfathomable beneath.

Yet, even after tossing those two fools into the sea, Mei Xian'er’s fury remained unquenched.

Her delicate hands clenched into fists, her body trembling with rage.

Never in her life had she met such an utterly clueless man.

First, he had thrown her over his shoulder, and now he had kicked her away—such actions were downright unmanly!

Blinded by anger, she abandoned her disguise and was about to storm straight to the third floor, drag Yi Feng out, beat him senseless, and demand an answer: Was he even a man?

However—

Just as she prepared to leave, a familiar voice called from behind.

"What a coincidence. What are you doing here?"

Hearing it, Mei Xian'er’s rage flared anew.

The speaker was none other than Yi Feng—the very man she wanted to pummel.

She spun around, ready to strike, but Yi Feng swiftly retreated a step.

"Earlier, I ran into a lowly female scammer at my door, and now you’re here. Don’t tell me you’re her?"

He eyed her warily.

After a moment’s thought, he shook his head and muttered, "Though it’s suspicious that you’re here, on second thought, probably not."

"That scammer’s tricks were pathetic—claiming she was poisoned and needed to dual cultivate with me, saying she wouldn’t hold me responsible afterward and even promised me rewards. Such a dumb scam tactic clearly shows low intelligence."

"But you’re the captain here. You lack nothing, and you don’t seem that foolish."

"So… it’s not you, right?"

After this lengthy analysis, Yi Feng looked up at Mei Xian'er for confirmation.

Unbeknownst to him, his words had pushed Mei Xian'er’s fury to its peak. Hidden beneath her robes, her delicate fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. She wanted nothing more than to tear him apart on the spot.

Yet, at the same time, doubt crept into her mind.

Had her acting really been that terrible? Was it truly as laughable as Yi Feng made it out to be?

This blow to her confidence stung.

Seeing the disdain in Yi Feng’s eyes, Mei Xian'er made a swift decision.

No.

He must never know that Ye Qing'er was her.

"Of course it’s not me."

Her face remained impassive as she lifted her chin, adopting an aloof tone.

"Ha! I knew it couldn’t be you. A dignified captain like you wouldn’t stoop to such tricks, right?" Yi Feng chuckled.

"Naturally."

"This captain would never be that kind of person."

Mei Xian'er hurriedly distanced herself from the "scammer."

"But speaking of that scammer, I can’t help but complain. Poisoned and needing dual cultivation? Offering rewards? How idiotic can someone be? No one in their right mind would fall for that, right?" Yi Feng added.

Mei Xian'er’s breathing grew heavy. Beneath her sleeves, her fists creaked with tension.

"What, Captain? You don’t agree?" Yi Feng pressed.

"I—I do."

Her face darkened further, her fists tightening even more.

"Oh, by the way, you still haven’t told me why you’re here. Shouldn’t you be on the fourth floor?" Yi Feng asked suspiciously.

"Uh, I—"

Mei Xian'er hesitated, her expression stiff, before finally declaring with righteous dignity, "This captain received reports of a female scammer aboard Line Eight, so I came down to investigate."

"Ah, I see! So that’s why you’re here too." Yi Feng nodded in understanding. "Then, Captain, you must bring that scammer to justice."

"Rest assured. This captain won’t let her deceive anyone on my ship."

Mei Xian'er raised a hand to hide her darkening expression, clearing her throat with feigned solemnity.

"Well, with you handling it, I’ll leave it to you."

"Farewell."

Yi Feng clasped his hands behind his back and walked away.

Behind him, Mei Xian'er gnashed her teeth in silent fury.

But just as Yi Feng took a few steps, he suddenly turned back.

She quickly averted her gaze, maintaining her composure.

"Uh, by the way, I’ve settled into the room you gave me. It’s quite comfortable. So, about the fourth-floor incident… I won’t hold it against you."

With that, Yi Feng strolled off, hands still behind his back.

This final remark was the last straw.

Mei Xian'er nearly exploded.

What did he mean, "I won’t hold it against you"?

She was the one who should be holding a grudge!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In her fury, the nearby sea erupted with violent bursts, sending towering waves dozens of feet high.

Never in her life had Mei Xian'er suffered such humiliation at a man’s hands.

Gazing at the approaching port, a scheme formed in her mind.

"You little brat, if you want to play games, I’ll play along. Let’s see how you escape my grasp."

With a wave of her hand, she issued a command.

Soon, Line Eight docked at the port.

Cultivators who had waited eagerly at the harbor rushed to board—only to be blocked by the ship’s crew.

Not only that, but those already aboard were forcibly expelled.

The sudden upheaval threw the port into chaos, with protests and curses erupting from the crowd.

From her window on the fourth floor, Mei Xian'er sipped tea, one long leg crossed over the other, utterly indifferent to the commotion below.

"Humph! What is the meaning of this?"

Amid the expelled crowd, a middle-aged man soared into the air, bellowing in outrage, "I am Qin Batian, Island Lord of Fengtian Island! Why are you throwing me off? So what if you’re from Linglong Pavilion? Does that give you the right to act so tyrannically?"

"Yeah! Exactly!"

"Why kick us off?"

Qin Batian’s defiance ignited the crowd’s anger. They rallied behind him, shouting curses and surging toward the ship, ready to force their way back on.

But then—

A streak of red light shot from the fourth floor, shattering Qin Batian’s defenses effortlessly and hurling him into the black sea.

Fortunately, being close to the harbor saved him from disaster, though he was left severely injured. Dripping wet like a drowned rat, he crawled out of the water and hung his head low, not daring to utter another word.

The ruthless methods of Linglong Pavilion instantly silenced the rest of the troublemakers, who could only watch helplessly as the Eighth Route Ship drove everyone off before sailing away without a second glance.

At the window, Mei Xian'er sipped her tea, entirely unperturbed by the earlier commotion at the harbor. Only when the Eighth Route Ship had vanished into the horizon, surrounded by endless seawater, did she slowly set down her cup.

"Someone, bring that young man to me," she said languidly.