Seeing this, Lin Huanhuan immediately understood what was happening. It turned out that Dong Yun’er had disciplined Huyan Yazhi and was now lecturing her.
She thought it was something serious, but it was just a minor matter.
Huyan Yazhi looked at Lin Huanhuan with hopeful eyes, hoping she would notice the bullying and stand up for her, even if she just said a few words to Dong Yun’er.
Faced with her free labor being bullied by her personal maid, Lin Huanhuan decisively turned a blind eye.
What a joke. That Huyan Yazhi was born rebellious—give her an inch and she’ll take a mile. Given any chance, she’d betray you instantly. Lin Huanhuan wasn’t stupid; why would she stand up for her?
“I see. In that case, Huyan Yazhi, you must remember what Dong Yun’er said. Don’t let Yun’er’s efforts go to waste.”
Huyan Yazhi’s eyes widened, and she screamed internally, ‘What the hell?!’
‘Lin Huanhuan, are you blind? Can’t you see such obvious bullying?
‘Are you usually deceived by this maid every day? She never tells you the truth—maybe she wants me to ambush you!’
‘Hmph, go ahead and be blind! Since you won’t help me, don’t blame me for not telling you the truth. You’ll regret it when you get ambushed!’
Huyan Yazhi cursed Lin Huanhuan inwardly, but didn’t dare show it on her face.
Dong Yun’er smiled happily and said, “Miss, don’t worry. Miss Huyan certainly won’t forget. Right?”
As she spoke, Dong Yun’er shot Huyan Yazhi a meaningful glance.
The latter shuddered and nodded frantically like a pestle pounding garlic: “Yes, yes, yes. Senior Sister Dong is right. I will never forget her teaching. I will keep it all in mind, no matter when, I can’t forget it.”
She didn’t dare act out. What if Dong Yun’er thought her impression wasn’t deep enough and gave her another round?
She didn’t want to experience that again.
Huyan Yazhi initially planned to use the method Lin Huanhuan taught her to trick Dong Yun’er, but after this incident, she completely gave up that idea and dared not have second thoughts.
Seeing this, Lin Huanhuan couldn’t help but feel curious: ‘What method did Yun’er use to make Huyan Yazhi so obedient? Could it be some exclusive secret? I should ask her when I have time—I might be able to use it in the future.’
Dismissing useless thoughts, Lin Huanhuan spoke: “You should be done talking, right? Huyan Yazhi, I have something for you to do. Come with me.”
Hearing that, Huyan Yazhi nearly cried with joy.
If the occasion wasn’t inappropriate, she would have knelt and kowtowed to Lin Huanhuan.
Huyan Yazhi quickly said, “Okay, okay, okay. I’ll come right now. Whatever it is, please feel free to command me.”
Dong Yun’er watched their retreating figures and felt a doubt arise: ‘What is Miss going to do? Could it be a secret meeting? This guy has low appearance… but it’s not impossible.’
‘Forget it, I’ll secretly observe.’
Arriving at a clearing deep in the bamboo forest, Lin Huanhuan finally stopped.
Huyan Yazhi looked around curiously and asked, “Why bring me here? Don’t tell me you want me to chop bamboo? I don’t have that kind of free time.”
Lin Huanhuan stood with her hands behind her back, her hem dancing in the wind: “I plan to develop a new Wind Path technique. I want you to assist me.”
“Assist you? I haven’t cultivated the Wind Path. How can I assist you? I cultivate the Formation Path. I’m only good at setting formations—I don’t know anything else.” Huyan Yazhi scratched her head in confusion and asked.
Lin Huanhuan didn’t answer, just pointed in a direction: “First go stand over there. I’ll tell you what to do in a moment.”
Though puzzled, Huyan Yazhi obediently complied.
After reaching the spot, she turned around to ask, but saw a Wind Blade already approaching at lightning speed.
She had no choice but to quickly raise a Spiritual Power Shield to block.
After the Wind Blade dissipated, Lin Huanhuan’s voice arrived with the wind: “All you need to do is fight me right here.”
“You can use any means—formations, talismans, pills—anything, as long as you don’t use actual lethal moves.”
‘Direct combat? Isn’t that only for low-level cultivators? What does that have to do with me? I don’t want to do it!’ This thought arose in Huyan Yazhi’s mind, and she was about to refuse.
“Don’t forget you’re working for me for free for a while. This is the work you need to do. Don’t think about refusing, or I won’t be polite.”
“Don’t forget who won those Formation Flags for you.”
Hearing this, Huyan Yazhi could only dodge the Wind Blades while swallowing her words of refusal.
But Lin Huanhuan raised her hand and flicked, sending several Wind Blades flying toward her at high speed, clearly not giving her a chance to refuse.
The golden-tinged wind and gray-white qi collided in the air, shattered and reformed, then continued fighting.
The wind cut through the surroundings like threads, crushing toward a gray-white bell, only to be scattered and then return.
They fought on the ground, dueled in the air, and engaged in close combat among the bamboo grove.
Cyan-white air waves continuously swept outward, bending even the tough Cloud Bamboo Forest.
Only now did Lin Huanhuan realize with shock that Huyan Yazhi’s combat strength was actually not weak.
Although not as good as her, it was still far beyond ordinary people.
‘Is this the secret to Huyan Yazhi not getting killed?’
Most of the techniques Lin Huanhuan had learned before were common Wind Path spells, collected by various schools, so she naturally knew how to counter them.
Therefore, using such methods to defeat an enemy across minor realms was extremely difficult.
But if she used new spells improved and developed from these techniques, it would be different.
Although they were spells of the same path, since they had never appeared before, their attack methods and power were unknown, making targeted defense difficult.
For example, a bulletproof vest can block most bullets, but what if the opponent uses tear gas?
It’s hard to deal with. The same applies here.
To defeat a higher-level opponent, one must win through surprise.
The entire scene of their battle was captured by Dong Yun’er, who was hiding in the distance.
Seeing this, Dong Yun’er nodded with satisfaction: ‘So Miss just wanted a punching bag. No wonder she came here—probably to practice combat experience.’
‘Hehe, because she can’t bear to hit me, she specially found a punching bag?’
‘Miss is as adorable as always.’