180: Chapter 179: Just Want to Do Something for Him 180: Chapter 179: Just Want to Do Something for Him “You two have been married for decades without a single fight, how did you manage that?” asked the reporter to the husband.
“When I first married my wife, she entered the house and the dog barked at her, she said ‘That’s the first time.’ A few days later, as she was pouring water, the dog barked at her again, and she noted ‘That’s the second time.’ A few more days passed, she was splitting wood, and the dog barked again; my wife responded by chopping its head off with an axe.
I yelled at her, ‘Are you crazy?’ She then calmly looked at me and said, ‘That’s the first time.’ Since then, I have lived a happy life,” the husband answered.
This is a joke, but the method described is quite practical in reality, especially now, as heads spin under Xia Tian’s feet, the remaining few people lie flat on the ground, daring not to move, fearing that any slight motion might draw the wrath of this demonic woman.
Xia Tian, wearing cloth shoes, incessantly rolled the tip of her shoe over the head of someone beneath the stool.
With her enchanting eyes, she looked at those lying on the ground and asked, “Can you now tell me the information you know?
Who exactly leaked the secrets of our sect?
Was it you?
Or you?
Or maybe… you?”
Hearing this, those people trembled even more severely, and one of them looked up at Xia Tian with frightened eyes and stammered, “Miss, I really don’t know about this—our Law Enforcement Hall is so strict, how could I possibly leak our sect’s secrets?”
“Oh?
Really?
Then how come I heard that you have quite a few secret lovers outside, even two illegitimate children?” Xia Tian said coldly, as she kicked the head far away.
“Please spare their lives, they are innocent,” pleaded the middle-aged man as he continuously slammed his head onto the ground, unbothered by the small stones there, until his head looked like a near-burst watermelon—it was disgusting to watch.
Xia Tian stood up, circled around him, and then took from a disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall a whip that she wrapped several times around the man’s neck, saying, “Don’t worry, I was concerned that your sons outside might not receive a proper education, so I have arranged for them to be brought back to the sect.
I believe the elders would be delighted to see two new stars rising.”
“Please, I beg you, don’t—ah!” the man felt his throat tightening and his voice fading, his eyes bulging due to lack of oxygen.
“Really now, daring to use the sect’s assets outside to support your lovers, huh, truly courting death,” scoffed Xia Tian as she casually threw the whip and demanded, “Will none of you confess?
Or do you want me to have some real fun with you?”
The remaining people looked at each other, then suddenly one of them, overcome by a mental breakdown, crawled out from the group, shouting and confessing everything, clearly and thoroughly.
Since one had started, the others also began to confess their actions, hoping for Xia Tian’s forgiveness.
Xia Tian sighed and made a throat-slitting gesture to the disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall and exited the dark room.
Truth be told, she didn’t enjoy such actions; she was a woman who liked sunshine, flowers, and beautiful things, but whenever she thought that what she was doing was for securing better control over the sect in the future, Xia Tian steeled her heart and continued to secretly investigate those who stood in her opposition.
“How many groups have been processed today?” Xia Tian stood outside the door, peeping through her fingers at the sun, murmuring to herself.
Suddenly, a man exited the room—the same man who had been the first to confess his wrongdoings.
Lowering her gaze to restore clarity to her vision, Xia Tian said, “It was troublesome for you today, making you kneel there for so long.”
“It’s my blessing to serve you, Miss,” the man said modestly, his head bowed.
This man was a disciple of the Great Elder, and he knew that the man’s submissive attitude was not mere fear or because she was an unforgiving demoness, but because he respected her for all she was doing for him.
“It seems the Miss’s theory about the herd mentality is quite accurate; only then are those old fellows likely to disclose their doings, which gives us a reason to eliminate them,” the man laughed.
“Yes, the so-called herd mentality expects the herd to follow wherever the leader goes without seeing the path ahead, even if it leads to the slaughterhouse—the others will follow without hesitation,” sighed Xia Tian, “And you played the role of that leader.”
“I am willing to play such a role,” said the man, noticing someone approaching and informing, “Someone is coming to see you; I shall take my leave.”
With that, the man turned and walked away without hesitation.
Xia Tian turned to see the approaching woman and chuckled, “Why are you in such a rush?
Be careful not to fall.”
“Phew, I’m exhausted, just hanging around with nothing to do, so I thought I’d come and hang out with you for a bit; I didn’t expect you to be here,” said the woman, out of breath.
“Is that batch dealt with?”
“Yes, everyone has confessed.
Even if someone behind them holds grudges, they can’t raise them openly.
If they really want to resist to the end, I’d like to have a proper game with them,” Xia Tian flashed a brilliant smile.
“Have you visited him in Sunan City yet?”
“Yes, he’s still the same,” the woman blushed as she recalled something, saying, “He’s just a big rascal, I really don’t know why you like him so much, huh, it’s bizarre.”
“Aren’t you the same, having liked him for more than a decade, obstinately denying it until the moment you were exposed?”
“Let’s not talk about him; thinking of his smug face makes me want to fly over and beat him up,” the woman shook her head a bit angrily.
“Why do you have to personally deal with those people?
You’re the Sect Master’s daughter, the miss of the entire sect, there’s no need for you to do these dirty jobs assigned to the Law Enforcement Hall, and if it continues like this, I’m afraid your reputation won’t be too good.”
“I only want to do something for him, that’s all,” Xia Tian picked a leaf from a tree and placed it near her lips, blowing gently—a melody soft as down, as floating floss, as slender filaments, as mist, barely audible.
As though embodying the quiet resentment of a young woman sitting alone, like the deep worry of a wife whose husband has gone to war, like the despair of a woman abandoned by all—her expression laden with deep emotions.