After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God-Chapter 681 - : Don ‘t Even Know How He Died (1)

Chapter 681: Don ‘t Even Know How He Died (1)

Translator: _Min_

Master Mingdeng’s expression changed drastically.

Could it be that such a destiny still existed in An city?

No, should it still exist in this era?

He immediately brought his hands together in a respectful gesture and intoned, “Amitabha, if the donor is indeed the reincarnation of the Ziwei Star, why then protect this calamity instead of stopping tyranny?

He was commissioned to safeguard Ji Qingwei and could not stand by while someone stealing her luck to the brink of death.

If anyone was to attract the Ziwei Star, it should have been Ji Qingwei.

Yu Xiheng’s expression remained calm, yet his aura grew even more formidable, terrifyingly deep and still like water.

“I have no interest in understanding your words, but you have disturbed her rest,” he stated slowly.

The man closed his folding fan, and the silver nails buried in the ground swiftly flew back into it.

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But in the next second, the fan was spun and released again.

Like the edge of a blade, the fan sliced through the air.

Master Mingdeng was once again too slow to dodge, and his cassock was slashed.

His face finally showed fear. “What kind of hidden weapon is this?!”

Although the three aristocratic families remained powerful, they were not as dominant as they had been a thousand years ago because many techniques had been lost.

He had encountered members of the MO family during his pilgrimage in the Central State, but he had never seen such powerful and versatile hidden weapons.

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At that moment, Si Fuqing suddenly pushed him away and stood up.

Yu Xiheng’s gaze slightly hardened as he reached to grasp her shoulder.

But in the next second, his arm trembled slightly, feeling momentarily numb, and he let go.

Si Fuqing showed no emotion; she raised her hand, made a fist, and then she moved.

She charged directly at Master Mingdeng.

“You demoness, even in the presence of Buddha you persist in your obstinacy!” Master Mingdeng’s face darkened. ‘Even if the Ziwei Star himself is here, he cannot protect you today!”

He picked up his zen staff, murmuring incantations, while his other hand began to form talismanic gestures.

But in moments, Si Fuqing was already in front of him.

With just one punch—Crack!

The zen staff snapped instantly.

Following that, a clear sound of bones cracking echoed as Master Mingdeng was thrown backward uncontrollably, breaking the trees behind him as he fell.

He lay on the ground, coughing up blood, his expression one of utter shock.

Ji Qingwei was a rare talent seen only once in many years, but frail and certainly not strong in combat.

How could this demoness blast him away with a single punch? Had she plundered more than one person’s fortune?

Master Mingdeng had no time to ponder further as Si Fuqing approached again, delivering several more punches.

“Bang.”

“Bang.”

“Bang!”

Master Mingdeng could no longer withstand the assault and passed out.

Si Fuqing looked at her empty hands, then squatted down again, hugging her knees.

Yu Xiheng raised an eyebrow as he approached and tried to lift her from the ground.

This time, she did not budge.

He patiently bent down and gently fixed her hair. “What’s this time? Why so heavy?

Si Fuqing mumbled, her head down, “Today it’s a peach tree! They’re sweet, super tasty.”

Yu Xiheng paused for a moment then said softly, “How would I know if they’re sweet?”

Si Fuqing scratched her head. “Want to try?”

She offered him a strand of her hair.

Yu Xiheng then asked, “Do you have someone you like?”

Si Fuqing, still squatting, responded, “Yes, I’m raising a child right now. He’s really cute. I liked him a lot even before I met him.”

Yu Xiheng’s eyes darkened slightly.

He had heard from Yu Tang that the young people these days were very fond of various nurturing games.

Yu Tang was playing them too.

He had been calculating the people around her but neglected that games could also be a major culprit.

“No, no,” Si Fuqing protested, hugging her legs. “I must raise him! You wouldn’t understand this kind of fulfillment, it’s super joyful!”

Yu Xiheng paused, then smiled slightly. “It’s not that I don’t understand; nurturing indeed brings joy. Isn’t the peach tree going home?”

Si Fuqing hesitated, then extended her hand. “Going home to sleep grows more peaches.”

He took her hand, his gaze faintly sweeping over the unconscious Master Mingdeng, showing no surplus of emotion.

Then he methodically opened Si Fuqing’s phone, as he navigated through his phone contacts, Yu Xiheng’s expression remained composed.

Yuejian, on the other end of the call, was initially taken aback by the sudden interruption to her lively evening, and immediately ditched the handsome bartender..