"It's not that I'm heartless, but that Senior has shown me too much disrespect."
The thunderbolt remained in Chu Qianli's hand, her guard never faltering.
Yet, a serene smile graced her lips, as if nothing could disturb her calm.
Facing Huarong's fury, she remained composed.
"Do you insist on killing her?" Huarong's palm tightened, killing intent igniting in her eyes.
Chu Qianli knew that if she were to kill Yu Linglong under Huarong's watch, Huarong would surely kill her the moment she stepped out of the cave.
This beautiful woman, aloof, arrogant, and proud, could not tolerate such defiance.
Therefore, she smiled and said, "If Senior wishes me to save her, then I can. But if I save her, I will consider your previous life-saving grace repaid."
A life for a life, wasn't that reasonable?
Huarong was so enraged her knuckles cracked.
This damned girl was clearly quibbling!
Yu Linglong wouldn't have died if she hadn't insisted on poisoning her.
What kind of life for a life was this?
"You provoke me like this, aren't you afraid I won't allow you to be with him?"
Chu Qianli merely smiled, "Even if I didn't provoke you, I doubt you would allow it anyway."
So, no matter what, the outcome would be the same.
The grace Huarong had shown her in Ronghua Hall had to be repaid.
But Huarong also constantly sought her life, so if this debt wasn't repaid quickly, it would surely become a burden in the future.
Huarong glared at her.
Few people could anger her to this extent, let alone a mere young girl.
Yu Linglong, lying on the ground, was already convulsing and spitting black blood. The sight was so vile, Huarong felt her eyes were being dirtied.
However, Yu Linglong was currently wearing Chu Qianli's face, so this lowly life was still somewhat useful.
"Cure her poison!" Huarong commanded coldly.
"Then the life-saving grace I owe Senior..."
"A life for a life! Cure her, and we will be quits!" Huarong gritted out.
"Understood!" Chu Qianli, holding a silver needle, flicked her wrist, and the needle plunged into Yu Linglong's body.
Huarong watched her coldly as she left the cave. But the moment Chu Qianli stepped out, Huarong suddenly leaped up and struck Chu Qianli's back with a palm.
This strike carried at least seventy percent of her power.
If hit, given Chu Qianli's current condition, she would be severely injured, if not killed.
Chu Qianli knew Huarong disliked her, but she hadn't expected her pride to be so extreme!
Just by provoking her, she truly wanted her dead!
She had overestimated this woman's magnanimity!
Just as she was about to retaliate, a figure shot out from the darkness.
With a bang, Huarong's palm landed on the dark figure.
The person's mouth opened, spitting out a mouthful of blood as they fell heavily to the ground.
"Master!" Chu Qianli was about to rush over.
Unexpectedly, Huarong's next palm strike followed immediately!
Chu Qianli immediately shot out needles, but Huarong merely waved her hand, sending over a dozen silver needles flying.
Chu Qianli needed to dodge, but Huarong's palm strike was fierce.
If she dodged, the person who would bear the brunt of this blow would undoubtedly be Ye Qingying, who was not far behind her!
Huarong's palm strike was slow, but the wind it generated swept forward with overwhelming force.
Chu Qianli could not dodge!
Ye Qingying had already taken one palm strike; if another landed on him, he wouldn't survive!
With no other choice, she could only raise her palm to meet the attack.
Huarong sneered, "Damned girl, daring to clash head-on with me, are you tired of living?"