Reborn As Lucky Star

Gong Qiming's entire body was rigid, his hands raised above his head.

The whole person formed a large X-shape, resisting the petals beneath him that were about to close after blooming to the extreme.

He had a premonition that once the petals fully closed, he would be swallowed into an unknown place.

Probably, his life would end here.

He knew Yan Sinian was a bastard, providing incomplete information.

Of course, it's impossible to anticipate that Yu Mengyu had such heaven-defying drugs, no matter who came.

But Gong Qiming just wanted to blame Yan Sinian.

It's definitely not because of his own carelessness and hubris.

It's all because of that dog Yan Sinian!

Yu Mengyu squatted in front of Gong Qiming, looking at the man holding the petals open, her face full of malice.

"Aren't you fond of talking? Then I'll specially leave your head and your mouth so I can slice your flesh bit by bit with my knife. I hope your screams won't disappoint me."

Yu Mengyu's blade, formed from Spiritual Energy, was incredibly sharp as she slowly aimed at Gong Qiming's neck.

She wanted to sever his artery first, letting this damn man taste the sensation of blood gushing like a fountain.

The life force of cultivators is strong; this would only cause him pain, not kill him completely.

This was the first step Yu Mengyu prepared for him.

"Many people want to hear my voice. Do you know how much my appearance fee is? Can a bald girl like you afford it? Truly, ugly people cause more trouble."

Unexpectedly, even at death's door, Gong Qiming was still talking tough, which made Yu Mengyu sneer as the blade's tip got closer.

"Hey, you don't really think I've been talking nonsense all along, do you?"

A sudden smile appeared on Gong Qiming's face.

Yu Mengyu suddenly felt a sharp pain in her limbs, as if controlled like a puppet on strings.

Her body abruptly escaped her control.

The sharp blade in her hand, formed from Spiritual Energy, was less than two centimeters from Gong Qiming's neck but could not advance any further.

"Look around you."

Gong Qiming kindly enlightened her as Yu Mengyu turned her neck with difficulty.

On the ground—

was hair.

Yu Mengyu's hair.

But ever since it was severed, Yu Mengyu could no longer control it.

However, at this moment, it was filled with Gong Qiming's Spiritual Power, woven into layers sometime unbeknownst to her.

Like a dense mesh of infrared lines, layer over layer, entrapping Yu Mengyu within.

Any movement would cause the strands to pierce through.

These strands, hard as iron, were originally Yu Mengyu's weapon, now being used by another cultivator.

Yu Mengyu now vaguely recalled how Gong Qiming had tossed her hair twice, each time with a head-tossing motion.

That action, seen as a provocation, now seemed to have a deeper meaning in retrospect.

Had Gong Qiming already been laying out the scheme from then on?

Why didn't she notice at all?

Yu Mengyu remembered.

All along, Gong Qiming's incessant chatter had clouded her mind with anger, making her ignore the inconspicuous strands on the ground.

Meanwhile, Gong Qiming's Spiritual Energy finally broke through its restraints.

With a crisp sound, the crimson petals shattered into nothingness, allowing Gong Qiming to regain his freedom.

The situation abruptly reversed.

Yu Mengyu's heart was pounding, filled with regret and frustration.

How could she not see through this man, who looked frivolous and shallow, seemingly just a shell, but possessing such deep schemes?

All his nonsense was just a disguise, with the real trap quietly set.

By the time she realized, it was all too late.

Gong Qiming smiled, "Why so quiet now? Weren't you going to do this and that to me earlier? I'm really scared, you know. In the past, many like you wanted to kill and rob treasures, the grass on their graves is probably a forest by now."

"Oh dear, I won't talk much with you. It's said villains die from too much talking, time to do something right."

Gong Qiming's smile vanished as his Spiritual Energy quickly transformed into a cage-like barrier, enveloping Yu Mengyu from above.

Yu Mengyu was filled with despair, unexpectedly having to resort to the trump card she had held for so many years.

It cost her tremendous efforts, absorbing endless fortune to refine, yet it was going to be used here today.

If not used, she'd die.

Yu Mengyu steeled herself, "Explode!"

An overwhelming surge of Spiritual Energy burst forth instantly.

Even Gong Qiming had to roll away to a distance.

With a series of bangs, like firecrackers, Yu Mengyu turned into a puff of green smoke.

She vanished without a trace.