CHAPTER 292: CHAPTER 292: ABUNDANT HARVEST

This slap wasn’t too painful, but being slapped in front of one’s own disciples was a real blow to his dignity!

Immediately, the Artifact Refining Sect patriarch jumped up, shouting angrily, "Who! Who did it!?"

While shouting, the patriarch didn’t forget to wave the crescent-shaped curved blade in his hand, shining black.

The crescent-shaped curved blade sliced through the air, creating a swooshing sound, quite impressive indeed.

"Old geezer from the Artifact Refining Sect, you’re quite the swaggering one!" A light chuckle resounded, and the next moment, the patriarch’s butt was kicked.

With a stagger, he stumbled forward!

The face of the patriarch turned green!

He’s lived this long, and apart from suffering under the hand of the Divine Master from the Divine Clan, he’d never been humiliated like this!

With a somber face, the patriarch turned back furiously, only to see a bright, stunning smile.

This face, he seemed to have seen it somewhere before.

"Is this your confidence?" The man from the Artifact Refining Sect, who instigated the trouble earlier, sneered coldly, looking at Xia Mian with blatant disregard, "A woman? Xie Chengming, do you want to hide behind this woman’s behind?"

As soon as the man’s words fell, a dark shadow flashed before him, and he was slapped twice, with both cheeks swelling up immediately.

"Does your mouth connect directly to your intestines? Spouting nonsense!" Xia Weizhang said coldly, his gaze laced with provocation landing on that man.

After all, Xia Mian was his cousin, and he was deeply indebted to her for a life-saving grace; here comes this crude bumpkin daring to insult his cousin—if he didn’t beat him until even his mother wouldn’t recognize him, he’d be failing the elixir his cousin gave him!

The man, having been beaten, instantly wore an expression of indignation, his stare fixed intensely on Xia Weizhang.

"Xie Chengming, you’ve really done it now!" The man squeezed a sentence through clenched teeth, "Find a helper..."

Xia Mian showed up and instantly suppressed the people from the Artifact Refining Sect; the big stone hanging in Xie Chengming’s heart finally dropped, and facing the people from the Artifact Refining Sect now, he was calmer, saying, "If you’re not satisfied, you can also find helpers."

A smile surfaced on Xie Chengming’s face, a smile as sincere as could be.

The man from the Artifact Refining Sect was mind-numbingly furious now, find a helper?

Whom could he find?

Just now, the group he arduously incited had all vanished with oiled heels after Xie Chengming’s threat!

"Patriarch!" The man complained to the patriarch of the Artifact Refining Sect, "They are pushing us too far!"

The patriarch squinted, one hand massaging his kicked butt, the other holding onto the crescent-shaped blade, his gaze scrutinizing Xia Mian.

From Xia Mian, he couldn’t sense any spiritual power fluctuations, she seemed indistinguishable from an ordinary person.

Yet, that slap on his face just now, he was certain came from Xia Mian!

"Young lady, this is a matter between my Artifact Refining Sect and the auction house, irrelevant to you. Leave now, and I can forgive your previous disrespect." The patriarch cleared his throat, attempting to assume the mantle of an elder to dissuade Xia Mian.

Xia Mian lightly curled her lips, gazing at him with a half-smile, "But I can’t forgive your vile language towards me!"

Her smile, as radiant as sunlight, appeared piercing in the patriarch’s eyes.

"Won’t drink the proffered wine, yet drink the penalty!" The patriarch’s face darkened, raising his black crescent-shaped blade at Xia Mian without warning!

However, Xia Mian seemed prepared, subtly moving her body just before the blade swung, deftly avoiding it, as spiritual power between her hands quickly condensed into a spiritual power whip.

The whip, carrying the force of thunder and wind, lashed toward the patriarch’s face in a flash!

Since the old codger has no shame, she would whip the skin off his face!

As Xia Mian clashed with the patriarch, others from the Artifact Refining Sect could no longer stand by and rushed forward to help.

But, Lu Zechuan, Xia Weizhang, Xie Chengming, and others weren’t idle spectators either.

The scene quickly descended into chaos once more.

However, this chaos was merely short-lived.

Though the patriarch wielded a divine weapon, the people from the Artifact Refining Sect were skilled in crafting, not combat; half an hour into the battle,

The people from the Artifact Refining Sect began to lose ground.

They were lashed all over by Xia Mian’s spiritual power whip, struggling to find their bearings on the ground.

The patriarch lay sprawled, skin and flesh flayed, wailing non-stop; his dignity of many years thoroughly forfeited in a single day!

"Old codger, still trying to act like seniors?" Xia Mian stepped on the patriarch’s back, wrapped his black blade with the spiritual power whip, and lightly swung it.

The feel was decent, not heavy, quite sharp.

"I won’t make things difficult for you, hand over all spirit stones and treasures on you, and I will spare your lives!" Xia Mian declared boldly like a female bandit.

At the side, Xia Weizhang slightly turned his head, unable to watch further...

Has the Divine Clan fallen on such hard times that even the young lady must resort to plundering everywhere?

Not only was Xia Weizhang shocked, but Xie Chengming was equally taken aback.

Hadn’t he just purchased elixirs and corpse puppets from Xia Mian? Xia Mian should have at least several thousand spirit stones by now, right?

Doing this makes it seem like she’s gone crazy from poverty—he’s scared!

Under everyone’s bewildered gaze, the brawlers from the Artifact Refining Sect obediently handed over all their spirit stones.

Xia Mian happily collected everyone’s bags, smiling broadly she began counting the spirit stones inside.

While tallying, she didn’t forget to turn to Xie Chengming for payment, "The trouble has been dealt with, you promised not to shortchange me, so please settle the appearance fee."

Xie Chengming’s mouth twitched hard.

Is this really the Divine Clan’s young lady?

Wasn’t the Divine Clan the largest among the Mystic Sect?

When did the Divine Clan become so broke?!

Xie Chengming was grumbling internally but dared not slack off, instructing an auction house underling, "Go, prepare the reward for the young lady!"

After handing over all their possessions, the brawlers from the Artifact Refining Sect were all kicked out of the auction house by Xia Mian, one by one.

Peace returned to the world, Xia Mian had not only looted the people from the Artifact Refining Sect but also received considerable remuneration from Xie Chengming, gaining plentiful satisfaction.

"Thank you, young lady, for your assistance today..." Xie Chengming approached to cozy up, "If convenient, care to join for tea?"

Xia Mian put away all the spirit stones and weighed the black crescent-shaped blade in her hand, "Do you want to buy this?"

Xie Chengming’s smile froze, had Xia Mian gotten used to fleecing every lamb?

Under Xie Chengming’s stiff smile, Xia Mian blinked seriously, "This was held by the patriarch of the Artifact Refining Sect, a fine item!"

Xie Chengming forced a smile, one worse than crying, "I’ll buy!"

Of course he knew it was held by the patriarch, he witnessed Xia Mian snatch it from him!