Gu's Martial Arts Academy

Where's the gratitude in telling someone they're about to die as soon as you open your mouth?

"What are you talking about, woman?" Qin Yu snapped, his face full of anger. He was about to curse more, but Lu Lingxiao stopped him by pushing him aside.

Not long ago, Lu Lingxiao had only thought of Gu Ling as an ordinary woman standing by the road.

But now, from the moment she climbed onto the roof of his car with such boldness, and now...

Above Lu Lingxiao's handsome face, his sharp eyebrows furrowed.

She was right.

Some time ago, he had been targeted by underground international assassins and suffered fatal injuries.

The injuries hadn't healed, and he had consulted many famous doctors, but none of them could help him.

He was indeed on the brink of death.

However, he had blocked all the news from the outside world, and only a few trusted people knew about it.

How could this woman know?

Lu Lingxiao's wary eyes narrowed as he stared at her. He was just about to question her himself when Gu Ling waved her hand casually.

"Your complexion is pale, your energy is weak, anyone with some basic medical knowledge could see your injuries," she said lightly.

"That's all I wanted to say. I've got other things to do, so I'll leave now."

After speaking, Gu Ling turned around and left without even hesitating.

Lu Lingxiao's eyes followed her back, the wariness fading and replaced by curiosity.

Her every move, her calm attitude—it wasn't something an ordinary person would have.

As someone who came from the underground world, Lu Lingxiao had seen a lot. But he never expected to meet someone as interesting as her, right here in Haiyun City.

With a slight lift of his lips, Lu Lingxiao softly said as he watched her leave:

"Woman, we will meet again."

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Following the memories of the original owner of her body, Gu Ling walked toward the Gu family home.

It was located near the edge of the city and had a big courtyard.

Above the entrance, an antique plaque displayed four bold red characters:

Gu's Martial Arts Academy

This plaque represented the Gu family's long-standing status in Haiyun City.

As soon as Gu Ling stepped into the house, it didn't even take a full minute before she was blocked by her stepsister, Gu Yun, at the stairs.

"Why did you come back? Who told you to come back? Get out! Get out now!" Gu Yun's voice was sharp and full of malice, like Gu Ling was some kind of unwanted pest.

In truth, the Gu family's martial arts hall had been the property of the original owner's grandfather.

Back in his prime, he was famous for his martial arts skills, renowned across the world.

He had even saved the life of the Lu family matriarch once during an accident, which had brought the two families together as lifelong friends.

Later, out of gratitude, the Lu family's old matriarch had forced her grandson Lu Ming to marry the original owner, even threatening him with losing his inheritance if he refused.

The woman speaking so viciously to Gu Ling now, Gu Yun, was the daughter of the original owner's stepmother and her so-called stepsister.

After Gu Ling's mother and grandfather passed away, her father brought in a new wife.

That woman, along with Gu Yun, took over the Gu family's property.

Since the original owner had no martial arts talent, they saw her as worthless and drove her out of her own home.

Now, they wouldn't even let her set foot inside.

Hearing Gu Yun's sharp words, Gu Ling's expression turned ice cold.

A red light flickered in her eyes, an intense, bloodthirsty glare that looked like it belonged to a deadly assassin returning from hell.

The killing intent was so strong it hit Gu Yun like a cold wind.

Even Gu Yun, who was usually arrogant and bold, froze in place.

She felt a strange fear as she realized she was intimidated by Gu Ling's stare.

Before Gu Yun could react, Gu Ling stepped forward and spoke coldly, her voice steady and commanding:

"This is my house. The one who should leave is you!"

Boom!

Gu Ling's words echoed through the courtyard like thunder.

Her tone was strong, like that of a king returning from a battlefield, hardened by countless storms of blood and fire.

The scene was shocking..