Chapter 25: Teaching Ouyang Chenxi a Lesson

Xiao Ling cast a sidelong, impatient glance at her wrist, thinking to herself, "Hmph, breaking one of her hands wasn't a lesson enough? What an incorrigible creature!"

At that same moment, a finger as slender and delicate as jade tapped lightly against the tip of Xiao Ling's ear.

Ouyang Xiaoyue slowly raised her eyes to gaze at Ouyang Chenxi, who stood draped in a black robe, looking increasingly arrogant and overbearing. A flicker of chilling murderous intent instantly crossed her eyes.

With a sudden "whoosh," the black robe whipped up a fierce gust of wind.

Before anyone present could clearly track Ouyang Xiaoyue’s movements, she had already appeared before Ouyang Chenxi, seizing her by the throat with lightning speed and an iron grip.

Ouyang Chenxi’s face was etched with terror. She struggled desperately to pry away the fingers constricting her windpipe, all the while attempting to summon the spiritual energy within her to break free. But the moment she tried to channel her power, she felt an unbearable agony, as if her entire body were being consumed by raging flames.

"Fire element!" someone exclaimed. The next instant, the crowd caught the sharp, pungent scent of something burning.

They looked on in shock as the black robe Ouyang Chenxi wore burst into flames. The fire spread rapidly, engulfing her in the blink of an eye and transforming her into a dazzling pillar of heat.

Ouyang Xiaoyue tossed her aside, seemingly indifferent to the surrounding gazes and deaf to Ouyang Chenxi’s shrill screams.

"Master, Ouyang Chenxi is a fifth-tier Water Spirit Master! As everyone knows, water overcomes fire. Once she regains her composure, she might launch a counterattack immediately!" Xiao Ling warned.

At this moment, Ouyang Xiaoyue nonchalantly crouched down and reached for the alchemy furnace sitting on a nearby stall.

The vendor was taken aback for a moment, then broke into a hearty smile. He waved his hand dismissively and said, "My friend, it seems this furnace is destined for you. Please, take it."

Ouyang Xiaoyue nodded slightly in gratitude. Just as she prepared to retrieve some spirit stones from her space ring as payment, the vendor waved his sleeve again and laughed generously, "Since it is a matter of destiny, forget about such trivial things as spirit stones."

Hearing this, even the usually fastidious Xiao Ling could not help but show appreciation, clicking her tongue in praise of the vendor. "Master, look at that! This vendor is truly a rare and virtuous man! Not only is he warm and attentive, but he is also so sincere and kind to his customers—it is truly heart-warming!"

Just then, Ouyang Chenxi, who had been standing frozen to the spot, finally snapped out of her daze.

Ouyang Xiaoyue’s attack had caught her so off-guard that she had been momentarily stunned, even forgetting her own elemental affinity. Suddenly, a powerful surge of water-elemental energy erupted from Ouyang Chenxi’s dantian, racing through her meridians to her palms.

With a flick of her jade-like hand, the energy transformed into a crystal-clear column of water. With a sharp, icy momentum, she poured it directly over her own head.

With a thunderous splash, water sprayed everywhere. Ouyang Chenxi was completely drenched, turning into a sorry sight of a drowned rat. Yet, despite being soaked and disheveled, her eyes burned with determination and resolve.

As she finished, she caught a glimpse of Ouyang Xiaoyue preparing to walk away. The sight ignited her fury, and her barely suppressed emotions surged uncontrollably once more. With her brows arched and her beautiful eyes wide with rage, she let out an ear-piercing roar: "You, stop right there!"

Ouyang Xiaoyue halted in her tracks and slowly turned back.

Her face was as cold and dark as water, devoid of expression, save for her deep, abyssal eyes, which flickered with a chilling light that seemed to pierce through the soul.

Her voice, low and gravelly, sounded as if it had risen from the depths of the underworld—unnerving and terrifying to the extreme. "Do you wish to die?"

Before the words had even faded, an invisible pressure descended, radiating from Ouyang Xiaoyue and sweeping across the area.

In an instant, the entire black market seemed to plunge into a frozen wasteland. The temperature plummeted, and a biting chill filled the air, causing everyone to tremble involuntarily.

Ouyang Chenxi, bearing the brunt of this immense pressure, was forced back step after step, stumbling and nearly collapsing to the ground.

No! Why was she so afraid? She was the legitimate eldest daughter of the noble Ouyang clan! With such a prestigious status, what was there to fear?

Yet, when she finally gathered her wits, the petite figure was already nowhere to be seen.

Ouyang Chenxi was consumed by a fit of rage. She turned around, intending to settle the score with the detestable vendor. But just as she was about to lash out, a group of figures dressed in the signature attire of the black market began to approach them, unhurried and steady.