521: Chapter 521 Letter of Divorce

"You stinking wench, you're actually a Cultivator?! Just a mere Qi Refining Level Three, yet you dare to strike!"

Startled and enraged, his face twisted into a hideous roar:

"Get her! Capture her! Take her alive! Even if she's dying... leave her with a breath of life!"

Hearing this, the rest of the Black Tiger Gang members immediately brandished their blades and clubs, howling as they lunged at Wan Xiangyu.

The wind from the blades was sharp, and shadows of clubs overlapped. The cold glint of iron flashed, and the atmosphere in the hall instantly became extremely perilous, on the verge of exploding.

Wan Xiangyu's gaze was solemn, her figure as agile as a butterfly. She dodged calmly through the flashes of blades and shadows of clubs, her posture light, untainted by even a hint of Killing Intent.

At the same time, her fingertips flicked slightly, and several bolts of condensed spiritual energy shot through the air, accurately striking the vital joints of several men.

Screams rang out one after another. The men at the front instantly collapsed to the ground, clutching their legs and wailing, stripped of their fighting capacity.

But the Black Tiger Gang members were numerous and fearless. As one wave fell, another surged forward madly, dense and leaving almost no gaps.

Wan Xiangyu was, after all, only at Qi Refining Level Three, and her spiritual energy was limited. After several rounds of fighting, her aura grew hurried, fine sweat beaded on her forehead, her physical strength was rapidly depleting, and her movements slowed down.

A sharp cleaver, whistling through the air, slashed straight toward her shoulder! The blade was frigid, and there was no way to dodge!

Wan Xiangyu's heart tightened, her pupils shrinking. At the very moment the blade was about to strike her body—

The dragon phoenix jade pendant hidden against her chest suddenly grew hot!

A soft yet resilient blue-gold spiritual light burst from the jade pendant, transforming into a thin curtain of light before her. Shimmering with light, it steadily protected her.

"Clang—!"

The cleaver struck the light curtain fiercely, the ear-piercing metallic ring making eardrums ache.

The light curtain remained motionless, and a violent repulsive force surged back.

The web between the bandit's thumb and forefinger instantly split open, dripping with blood. His long blade fell onto the bluestone floor with a "clatter," and he screamed incessantly, his face contorted in pain.

Wan Xiangyu was slightly stunned, but then she understood.

This was the jade pendant Situ Jun had given her.

She had originally thought this jade pendant could only calm the mind and assist in her Cultivate, but she never expected it to contain such formidable defensive power, even capable of protecting its master on its own in a moment of crisis!

The Bald Big Man saw everything, and the greed in his eyes almost overflowed, burning like fire:

"That jade pendant is a treasure! Everyone, snatch it for me! Whoever gets it will be handsomely rewarded!"

The Black Tiger Gang members were already showing their ferocity. Hearing of the reward, their eyes turned red. Ignoring their pain, they lunged at Wan Xiangyu like madmen, their target being the dragon phoenix jade pendant shimmering with spiritual light beneath her lapel.

Wan Xiangyu's eyes were as cold as frost, and her fingers clenched tightly.

Beneath her lapel, the jade pendant was as warm as heated jade. Wisps of pure, gentle spiritual energy continuously seeped out, flowing through her Meridians and into her limbs and bones.

Her spiritual energy, which was about to be depleted, suddenly surged. Her aura rose faintly, showing signs of breaking through Qi Refining Level Three and entering the fourth level.

She no longer held back.

The Ice-attribute Cultivation Technique from her Family Legacy circulated at full speed within her body. Chilly air suddenly arose at her fingertips, and several Ice Needles, as fine as cow hair yet sharp and bone-chilling, instantly condensed and shot through the air!

The Ice Needles were as fast as lightning, their power far exceeding before.

"Puchi— Puchi—"

The muffled sounds of Ice Needles entering flesh rang out repeatedly. The men at the front were hit in the legs and collapsed with screams, blood gushing out and staining the floor red.

The Bald Big Man's expression changed drastically. Startled and fearful, he backed away several steps and threatened sharply:

"Stinking wench! You're just a Qi Refining Cultivator. Not only do you refuse to pay your debts, but you also hurt my Black Tiger Gang brothers! Once our Third Master arrives, not even a chicken or dog will be left in your Wang Family! Let me tell you, our Third Master is a genuine First Layer of Foundation Establishment Cultivator!"

Foundation Establishment!

That was an insurmountable chasm standing before Qi Refining Cultivators, attainable yet out of reach!

The faces of everyone in the hall changed drastically. The butler trembled all over, his face as pale as ash.

But Steward Wang, who had been lying on the chair on the brink of death, suddenly struggled to crawl up. Completely ignoring his wounds reopening and blood soaking his clothes, he repeatedly kowtowed and pleaded with the Bald Big Man:

"Hall... Hall Master Liang! If you want this wife of mine, feel free to take her! I only beg you to spare my Wang Family and spare my life!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the room erupted in an uproar.

Wan Xiangyu felt as if she had been struck by lightning, looking at Steward Wang in disbelief.

She never imagined that the husband she had shared a bed with for over a decade would, at such a life-and-death moment, personally push her into the tiger's den and discard her like a worn-out shoe.

The Bald Big Man sneered, licking his dry lips as his playful gaze fell upon Wan Xiangyu:

"I'm definitely taking this wife of yours! But as for those thirty thousand taels of silver, not a single cent can be missing! Seeing how sensible you are, I can give you a one-month extension."

"Thank... thank you, Hall Master Liang! Thank you, Hall Master Liang!"

Steward Wang felt as if he had received a great pardon. He struggled to his feet, bowing and scraping repeatedly, then turned to look at Wan Xiangyu, his face squeezing out an expression uglier than crying:

"Xiangyu, for the sake of our years as husband and wife, please... please have pity on the Wang Family and go with Hall Master Liang. As long as you are willing to go, everyone in the Wang Family can live!"

Wan Xiangyu's chest heaved violently with anger, her cheeks flushed red, and her eyes burned with fury as she stared intently at this heartless, utterly selfish man.

"Wi... Wife..."

Steward Wang felt uneasy under her gaze. Not daring to meet her eyes, he hurriedly lowered his head, his gaze shifting away.

It wasn't that he felt no guilt, but at the thought of the Black Tiger Gang's ruthlessness and the lives of the hundred-plus people in the Wang Family, that insignificant bit of guilt was completely submerged by boundless fear.

Moreover, over the past year, he had already hollowed out his body with wine and women in brothels, and he had no interest in Wan Xiangyu whatsoever.

Rather than letting her occupy the position of the First Wife, it was better to use her to trade for the safety of the Wang Family. In his eyes, this deal was quite a bargain.

Seeing this, the Bald Big Man struck while the iron was hot, laughing sinisterly:

"Steward Wang, don't dawdle. Quickly have someone write the Divorce Letter and press your thumbprint on it! When our Third Master arrives later, he won't be as easy to talk to as me!"

Steward Wang stole a glance at the cold-faced Wan Xiangyu and gritted his teeth, saying harshly:

"Fine... fine! Butler, quick! Go get the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and write the Divorce Letter! Immediately! Now!"

The butler looked at Wan Xiangyu hesitantly, then at the ferocious Bald Big Man. He opened his mouth to try and persuade them, but as soon as he met that murderous gaze, his face instantly turned pale. He quickly gave an acknowledgment and hurried off to fetch the documents.

Wan Xiangyu stood where she was, her expression gradually calming down instead.

She gave Steward Wang a faint look, not saying a word.

That deathly silence was more chilling than any angry shouting or roaring.

Before long, the butler returned quickly, holding a freshly written Divorce Letter.

He glanced at Wan Xiangyu again. Seeing her expressionless, he sighed inwardly but dared not say anything, his hands trembling as he handed the Divorce Letter to Steward Wang.

Steward Wang didn't even look at the content. With a fawning smile toward the Bald Big Man, he pressed his thumbprint down hard and handed it back to the butler.

The butler, holding the Divorce Letter, was about to hand it to the Bald Big Man.