After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God - Chapter 212
Chapter 212: Collapse! It’s the Little Junior Sister (1)
Translator: _Min_
Her tone was calm and steady, in stark contrast to the ruthless action of her hands.
The middle-aged curse master’s head was pressed against the hard glass, his mind buzzing, ears bleeding, and his senses blurring. He was unable to comprehend Si Fuqing’s words.
It was a well-known fact in their circle that Masters of Yin-Yang were physically weak.
Thus, they often relied on external means like shikigami and arrays for self-protection.
After all, the universe grants them immense power in the Yin-Yang and the Five Elements, but not a robust physique.
Even if they practiced combat, the use of their powers would leave them too drained to fight effectively.
How could a Master of Yin-Yang break his array one day and overpower him the next?!
The middle-aged curse master, learning that the assassin sent by Pei Zhen had failed to kill his adversary, had searched for their location and found it at the airport.
Naturally, he assumed the Master of Yin-Yang was fleeing, and he used some means to board the same plane.
His abilities were limited, unable to pinpoint the exact location. In the end, he had no choice but to target everyone on the plane.
To the middle-aged curse master, the lives of these people meant nothing; their deaths were of no consequence to him.
In his rising panic, his head was violently lifted and smashed down again. A
cold voice from behind commanded, “Speak.”
The middle-aged sorcerer’s eyes widened in disbelief, his voice strained to its limits. Almost incredulously, he exclaimed, “You… you are Yu Wu!”
In their circle, there was no one who hadn’t heard of Yu Wu.
No Master of Yin-Yang had ever seen her true face; they only knew she was very young.
Unlike others, Yu Wu was a combat-oriented Master of Yin-yang, not as skilled in Feng Shui, geomancy or divination.
No one knew her origins or how she became a Master of Yin-yang, and those who tried to follow her path met with failure.
How was it possible?
He had first seen Yu Wu when she was under twenty, and now, six or seven years later, she was still so young?!
He remembered Master of Yin-Yangs could preserve their youth or alter their appearance, a detail he had overlooked.
The middle-aged curse master was drenched in cold sweat, his clothes completely soaked.
He couldn’t believe he had encountered Yu Wu!
What a joke this seemed!
If he had known it was Yu Wu aiding the Pei family, he wouldn’t have dared to cross her.
But why would Yu Wu involve herself in mundane affairs?
“Good, you know,” Si Fuqing tilted her head, smiling, “You’ve improved your skills over the years, endangering an entire plane.”
The curse master collapsed, kneeling on the ground, “Senior Yu Wu! Spare me! I didn’t know it was you, I deserve death!”
He knew the vast gap between himself, a fallen practitioner, and a true Master of Yin -Yang.
Having failed the trials of a Master of Yin-yang, he had turned to dark arts, to become a curse master, far inferior to a true Master of Yin-yang, let alone Yu Wu, known as the most powerful combatant among them.
He was doomed… certainly doomed!
Having offended Yu Wu, he would either perish or be left crippled.
“I spared you once, do you think I will spare you a second time?” Si Fuqing said indifferently. “Indeed, you shouldn’t have endangered everyone on this plane.”
She released her grip but switched to using her foot.
“Bang!”
The middle-aged curse master’s head was thrust into the toilet bowl.
“If you’re not cut out for this line of work, then quit. I’m leaving you just enough strength to disembark the plane on your own, don’t bother others,” Si Fuqing advised, looking down. “There are fans of mine on this plane, so be careful.”
“Of course, if you prefer to make a scene and get arrested by the Supernatural Management Bureau, I can oblige you.”
Si Fuqing then stood up straight and left the restroom.
She took a slow breath, wiping the sweat from her forehead with a tissue.
Indeed, she had reincarnated, but the explosion had still inflicted substantial mental damage on her.
And for a Master of Yin-yang, the mind is crucial.
After breaking through two arrays in succession, she felt fatigued.
Si Fuqing leaned against the side to rest.
“Teacher Si!” The flight attendant came in, her head still spinning a bit, holding onto a nearby cabinet.. “Teacher Si, are you alright?”
