Wild Kid

After completing his daily tasks, Ye Chuan did a quick calculation—it seemed it wouldn’t be long before he could bring Bai Qianshuang into the Tianxuan Continent. All he needed to do was keep up with the daily missions.

So, what next?

Log off?

"Feels like I’ve forgotten something," Ye Chuan mused for a few seconds before remembering the matter involving the Chen family’s young lady and collecting his reward from Ade Mina.

Ye Chuan lazily yawned. "Hah—almost forgot."

"But I heard that young lady got arrested? Even framed? That’s a bit rough, isn’t it?"

"Let me see."

Ye Chuan released his spiritual sense once more, quickly locking onto a familiar presence. After reaching the Nascent Soul stage, he didn’t even need to ask for directions—the entire layout of Shatuo City was clear to him.

"Hmm…"

"Found her."

……

……

Chen Trading Guild.

At this moment, Chen Muling was undergoing a trial.

Inside the guild’s main hall, the space was packed—bystanders from the clan and passersby filled the surroundings, while familiar guards and carriage drivers stood opposite her, acting as accusers.

"Young Mistress…" The guards and drivers seemed unable to meet Chen Muling’s icy gaze, their expressions riddled with guilt.

Chen Muling, however, simply stared coldly at the crowd around her, showing no reaction even as the iron chains binding her dug painfully into her flesh.

Seated at the highest position were Shatuo City’s ruling elders—among them, Chen Zhitu and his faction.

"Chen Muling, as one of the guild’s responsible figures, you have colluded with outsiders to harm your own kin, ambushed the guild’s honored elders, and even embezzled goods for personal gain. Do you admit to these crimes?" The leading elder spoke impassively.

"Admit?" Chen Muling let out a scornful laugh, as if hearing something absurd. "Baseless accusations."

"Witnesses and evidence are all here! What more do you have to say for yourself?!" the elder barked.

Chen Muling’s cold gaze swept over the elder before settling on her second uncle and the others. None of them would meet her eyes.

"I demand a trial at the headquarters," Chen Muling declared loudly. "The elders there will discern the truth far better than you."

"Hah! Niece, a trip to the Great Qian headquarters would take over half a year. What if your accomplices rescue you along the way?" Chen Zhitu interjected. "This branch has every right to deal with traitors. The headquarters can’t fault us for that."

Chen Muling wasn’t surprised. Of course these people wouldn’t let her return to headquarters—they clearly intended to execute her first and report later.

"Chen Zhitu, isn’t this just because you’re jealous of my father’s competence?" Chen Muling shouted. "Do you really think the headquarters will buy this farce? Dumping all this filth on me won’t cover your tracks, you fool!"

"And you lot—Second Uncle, Fourth Uncle—you’re all idiots! You think siding with Chen Zhitu will get you anywhere? He’s planning to sell out the guild to the Raging Sand Sect in exchange for entry!"

"Morons! Imbeciles!"

"What nonsense are you spouting, Chen Muling?! Silence!" The elder roared, incensed by her unrestrained outburst.

"You too, you senile old trash. Stuck at the mid-stage of Qi Refining at your age? Pathetic." Chen Muling spat.

"Outrageous!" The crowd’s expressions darkened. No one had expected Chen Muling to be this sharp-tongued, refusing even a word of plea. The elders trembled with rage, their faces turning ashen.

"Elder, there’s no need to continue this trial. For such a lawless wretch, the family punishment suffices," Chen Zhitu said.

"Very well. By family law—" the elder announced, "for colluding with outsiders, embezzling goods, and harming fellow clansmen—"

"Death by beating!"

Though Chen Muling had vented her fury, hearing those words sent an involuntary shudder through her body.

"…" She took a deep breath and said coldly, "Colluding with outsiders? Do you even know what kind of existence that ‘immortal’ is?"

Her words drew everyone’s attention.

Especially Chen Zhitu, whose lips curled into a mocking smile. "Oh? Niece, are you admitting your guilt now?"

"Laugh all you want. But let me make this clear—the immortal who killed those two elders didn’t even show himself. His aura alone was enough."

Chen Muling’s meaning was plain: that immortal’s cultivation was beyond their comprehension, and killing her might provoke his wrath.

"This…"

The elders exchanged uneasy glances, but Chen Zhitu scoffed. "My foolish niece, you can’t possibly believe that so-called ‘immortal’ would come to save you, can you?"

"An existence like that—do you even deserve his attention?"

Chen Muling: "…"

She knew it was impossible. Silently, she lowered her head.

"Men, carry out the punishment."

At Chen Zhitu’s command, the guards stepped forward.

"Young Mistress, we…" One guard spoke up, his voice thick with reluctance.

"…" Chen Muling knew these men were being coerced, their families held hostage. But her expression remained frosty. "I can walk myself."

With that, she stood.

Surrounded and outmatched in cultivation, Chen Muling knew there was no escape.

Step by step, her feet dragged with unbearable weight.

But just as she lowered her head and took a few paces, her forehead bumped into something—as if it had materialized out of thin air.

"Eh?" Chen Muling blinked, looking up to see a familiar face.

"Y-You… You…!" she stammered, eyes wide.

"The naked immortal?!!!"

Ye Chuan had been smiling—until those words left her mouth. His expression flattened. "You get one chance to rephrase that."

Chen Muling immediately dropped to her knees, kowtowing. "Immortal Senior, please save me!"

"Enough, get up. I prefer you when you’re fiery," Ye Chuan said, helping her rise before turning to the stunned guards. "Scram."

The guards jolted, scrambling back in terror.

"Immortal Senior?"

"Him?"

Ye Chuan’s sudden appearance naturally drew the elders’ attention.

"Is… is this the immortal Chen Muling spoke of?"

"Impossible. He doesn’t carry an immortal’s bearing at all."

Chen Zhitu studied Ye Chuan’s odd attire and smirked. "Where did this wild brat come from? You’re an immortal?"

"Hahaha! Niece, hiring an actor? How pathetic!"

"Wild brat?" Those words struck a nerve.

Before Chen Zhitu could finish, a chill ran down his spine.

He turned—just in time to see his arm slide cleanly off his body, severed by an invisible force, and thud to the ground.

The hall fell dead silent.