Rescuing The Lamb From The Wolves' Grasp

"Junior Sister Yan!" The two tried to call but Yan Yiyue defiantly walked ahead by herself, not caring to stop.

THUD!

On reaching, she yanked one of the beating guards with one hand alone. With a graceful swing of what seemed to be fragile hands at first, she whacked away the guard's cane.

"Who…" the guard turned back to question who dared to attack him when he received a daunting slap to the cheek.

His words were caught in his throat and before he could swallow his saliva, her hand edged towards his chest, making him cave in like a stretched bow on the point of release.

"WUAH!"

He gave a shrill cry as he was flung even further when she palmed his chest the second time.

BANG!

As planned, the guard was flung unto and smashed onto the chariot, crushing the framework completely. However, before the accident, Chen Xizi seemed to have expected it and vanished out of sight.

"Someone's become so angry, they forgot to think" Chen Xizi's voice laced with mockery resounded as he walked closer from ahead.

He was unhurt from the accident earlier which was not the effect Yan Yiyue expected. More or less, it didn't cool her temper by even a bit as she was still boiling severely.

"Hmph! Someone's been taking their entertainment too far and encroaching on other's belongings" Yan Yiyue retorted coldly, her fierceness not waning despite her graceful feminine charm.

"Pardon this Lord to ask. But what property was encroached here. Or didn't the goddess in her moment of wrath make a stubble out of my precious chariot. If we are to count losses, I am the one to be consoled Fairy Yue" Chen Xizi smiled irregardless, seeming to enjoy the moment of conversation with Yan Yiyue.

Yan Yiyue sneered inwardly as she could read his thoughts of deluded satisfaction.

"That's your business. I'm here to take Chen Zhiyu away, whoever stands in my path will have no chance to regret doing so" Yan Yiyue muttered with a tone that made it feel like her words were from Yama in the Nether Hell legends

"Hmph! Fairy Yan, that's a preposterous request, it is completely unacceptable for you to take the Young Master of my Chen clan as you wish. At least, he has to be in willful consent for that to happen" Chen Xizi snickered, already a bit triggered that Yan Yiyue had even showed a hint of concern despite the fact that Chen Zhiyu had already caused her to lose a lot of face from the humiliations he faced earlier on.

The little bit of excitement that he had garnered, faded off like scraps falling off an old furniture set. He signalled to his guards to surround Chen Zhiyu tightly before Yan Yiyue could get to him.

They immediately created a formation by getting in different positions and spots. Their formation showed a hint of determination and indignation to Yan Yiyue's words. Yan Yiyue was too angry, she immediately let out a cold smirk, casting a condescending glance at the joke that was Chen Xizi and his guards.

"What a fool! This Lord Zi is too reckless because of all the help and assistance he's gotten over the years, he thinks he can go up against just anybody"

"Hmph! What dos he take Fairy Yan for? Not only does she have a higher status and strength compared to him, they are two leagues apart and anyone can tell"

"At this point, I only hope things don't go too wild that it implicated us. Hais! These wealthy people just come around and make the whole place uncomfortable for everyone else."

"The two of them should die, I don't care if they f*ck themselves or kill themselves already. They should just leave my sight"

The audience of traders grew rowdy as they anticipated Yan Yiyue's response to the situation with deep interest.

"Hmmm, Junior Sister Yan still can't control her temper and it is probably due to us spoiling her"

"Indeed, if she continues acting impulsively like she does, what would we be able to do when she meets a stronger foe who knows how to deal with her by employing her emotions"

The fellow disciples expressed their worry on seeing Yan Yiyue about coming to blows with Chen Xizi's people. She could have demanded an explanation at the very least and let Chen Xizi sort himself out of the mess. But she was a little too unrefined to do that after all.

But Yan Yiyue herself could careless about what they thought.

"Chen Xizi, I'll say it one more time. Hand over Chen Zhiyu or I'll flatten your guards" she announced sternly.

"Do it already, I don't believe a b*tch like you from the great sects would have the heart to murder mere mortals" Chen Xizi taunted in reply.

"Hehe" Yan Yiyue snickered underneath her breath "When did I say I was going to kill anyone"

CLAP!

Yan Yiyue's hands swiftly came together and she made a clapping sound. This seemingly casual slap generated a spiraling force of chill. The chill blanketed the space around which Chen Xizi and the guards stood at.

The chill materialized into frost like essence that crept into the guards and Chen Xizi's bodies. The frost essence slipped into their bloodstream. It halted both the brain function and heart function, stripping them of movement in any form.

Hence, they could only watch in amazement as Chen Zhiyu was timely pulled away by Yan Yiyue. The latter laid weakly, exhausted from the floggings. It was a miracle he was still conscious after all that had transpired earlier on.

"We're taking him away!" Yan Yiyue motioned to Senior Brother Yu and the latter quickly bore Chen Zhiyu in his arms.

"Too weightless, feels like trash" Senior Brother Yu taunted while musing to himself.

Senior Sister Tang winked at him to keep his mouth shut. Thankfully, Yan Yiyue didn't hear it, otherwise she would have long thrown a fit about it just like she did a while earlier.