Live-in Son-in-law

"Get out of my way, I want to kill that bitch Yun Mengyao."

Yun Luocai’s face was deathly pale, her eyes swollen and bloodshot, looking disheveled and haggard.

Upon learning that Jin Wuji had died, she had been restless these past days, hearing Jin Wuji’s voice in her ear every time she closed her eyes: "You betrayed me and caused my death, return my life..."

She could only cower under the covers, trembling, saying sorry. Because it was indeed her who tipped off the Feather Clan.

"You’re looking for me?"

Suddenly a cold and isolated voice rang out.

The two disciples blocking Yun Luocai, along with Yun Luocai herself, subconsciously froze for a moment.

Yun Luocai’s eyes instantly turned red, full of resentment, "It’s you, you caused Wuji’s death, I’m going to kill you..."

Yun Luocai screamed and lunged at Yun Mengyao.

Two Feather Clan disciples held her back tightly.

"Swish!"

Yun Mengyao turned and drew the sword from the waist of a nearby Feather Clan disciple. It was a fine sword, its Sword Intent sharp and icy to the bone.

"Let her go."

The two disciples were dazed and instinctively released Yun Luocai.

Yun Luocai was momentarily stunned, staring at the chilling longsword in Yun Mengyao’s hand.

Yun Mengyao lifted her hand, and the longsword flew out with a clang, embedding itself in the blue stone slab before Yun Luocai, its blade quivering and ringing loudly!

Yun Luocai stared blankly at her.

What is this supposed to mean? A threat?

Yun Mengyao’s eyes shone like stars; she said coolly, "Didn’t you want to kill me? The sword is right in front of you, I promise not to fight back."

Yun Luocai, her bloodshot eyes fixed dully on her cousin, then with a fierce look, she drew the longsword and charged at Yun Mengyao.

Yun Tianli was startled.

Yin Qianqian was about to intervene and swatted this ant to death.

But Yun Mengyao stopped her just in time.

The longsword was like a streak of cold light, hurling straight for Yun Mengyao’s chest.

Everyone’s hearts raced in panic.

But when the sword tip was only five centimeters from Yun Mengyao’s chest, it suddenly halted.

The people collectively heaved a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

Yun Mengyao quietly regarded Yun Luocai’s ferocious gaze, "Why don’t you strike?"

"You, you think I really don’t dare kill you?" Yun Luocai’s voice was hoarse, as the sword tip extended a few more centimeters, touching her clothes.

"You dare, then why did you stop?"

Yun Mengyao asked indifferently.

Yun Luocai’s face was filled with grief and indignation, "Yun Mengyao, do you really think I don’t dare kill you?"

"You don’t dare," Yun Mengyao said calmly, brushing the sword away from her chest, "Enough of this, go back! Jin Wuji deserved to die, I don’t have the slightest guilt for killing him."

"But he was my husband," Yun Luocai howled in pain, "If I hadn’t tipped them off, he wouldn’t have died. Every night he stands by my bed, saying I killed him..."

Yun Mengyao was taken aback, not expecting her cousin’s guilt to have spawned a heart demon.

"He wasn’t worthy of you."

"What gives you the right to say that? If it weren’t for you coming back, we would have been happy."

Yun Mengyao chuckled lightly, "Really happy?"

She had heard from others that Jin Wuji rarely accompanied Yun Luocai, and spent nearly every night in brothels. Was that happiness?

Yun Luocai seemed to writhe in agony from the sting, howling, "What do you know? Wuji told me that in his heart there was only me, and all those other women were just passing by."

"Ha, to a patron, aren’t the women in brothels just passersby? Do you believe such nonsense?" Yun Mengyao mocked, shaking her head, "Actually, he told me the same lines, but unfortunately, I didn’t believe him."

"Luocai, I’ve already said, he wasn’t a match for you. Even if you hadn’t tipped them off, Jin Wuji would have died. No one could have saved him. Besides, he wasn’t killed by us; he scared himself into falling from the sky and died. So, his death has nothing to do with you, it’s his own ineptitude."

"You have beauty and as the Holy Daughter of our Feather Clan, you will surely find a good partner in the future to accompany you for life."

Yun Luocai looked up at her, surprise in her eyes, "What do you mean? You don’t plan to strip me of the Holy Daughter title?"

"Why would I strip you of it? You will always be the Holy Daughter of the Feather Clan."

Yun Luocai shook her head disdainfully, still with a hint of resentment but it was faint, mocking herself, "Yun Mengyao, no need to act so righteous. I don’t need your sympathy, I know I don’t measure up to you, in the end, the title of Holy Daughter will fall to you."

Yun Mengyao sighed slightly, "When Qin Yi comes out of the Great Array, I will leave with him."

Yun Tianli and the others were shocked.

Yun Luocai exclaimed, "Where are you going?"

Yun Mengyao shook her head gently, "I don’t know. But the sky is vast for birds to fly in, the sea is wide for fish to leap across. Wherever the world takes me."

Yun Luocai was dazed. She could feel that Yun Mengyao was serious. Haha, she suddenly laughed bitterly at herself, what she cared for and fought for, the other didn’t even care.

"Yaoyao, you want to leave the Feather Clan?"

Yun Tianli asked.

They all knew Yun Luocai’s talent; the Feather Clan’s future relied on her.

Yun Mengyao nodded lightly, looking into the distance, smiling, "I like Qin Yi’s hometown, if nothing unexpected happens, eventually I will live there. This time I leave, I will leave behind a Life Feather, if the Feather Clan is in trouble, no matter where on earth, I will come back."

"Clan Leader, I am leaving the Feather Clan to train, not to sever ties with the clan, I am still a member of the Feather Clan."

She returned this time because she was the Holy Daughter of the Feather Clan, bearing the responsibility of the clan’s prosperity and decline.

But now, her parents were gone, and there was no need to marry Jin Wuji, hence nothing in the Feather Clan was worth lingering for.

...

...

"Swish!"

A Great Halberd formed from Divine Thought shot towards the red light in the air.

But this attack speed... was hard to describe.

The red light voluntarily flew in front of the Great Halberd, easily dodging it a few centimeters away, mockingly saying: "Ah, such speed, I’m dying, I’m dead..."

Qi boiled, face flushed red.

Qin Yi was ashamed and infuriated, wishing for death.

He was still fighting with the Evil Lord’s Divine Soul, also struggling with himself.

A week had gone by, and he hadn’t made any progress.

He could form weapons with Divine Thought, but the attack speed couldn’t be increased.

These past days, Qin Yi had been mocked countless times by the Evil Lord.

The Evil Lord was sure that Qin Yi couldn’t kill him, so he was utterly fearless.

Qin Yi gathered his thoughts, calmed down, pondering what the problem was?

Weapons formed by Divine Thought, every strike felt like sinking into a quagmire, the speed as slow as a snail.

Qin Yi had personally seen Divine Emperor Qin Mu, whose Divine Thought turned into a blade with unrivaled speed, parting the flow of the pond water he often fished in.

The speed of Divine Thought attacks was not like this; he just hadn’t figured it out yet.

Suddenly, he felt something, slowly turning his head to see Yun Mengyao and Yin Qianqian gesturing wildly, jumping up and down... in a fit.

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