Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

Jiang Shouzhong shook his head helplessly.

Indeed, beautiful women can stir up trouble wherever they go.

However, Jiang Shouzhong was used to this. Back when he was with other women, trouble was never absent.

Jiang Shouzhong walked out of the room.

Outside, several young men and women were glaring at him fiercely, their eyes seeming eager to devour him whole.

Among them, a man with a stern face, slightly older, stepped forward and said coldly, "We are from Mingjing Valley. Who is that witch in the room to you? Let her come out!"

Jiang Shouzhong stared at him, "Are you afraid of death?"

"What?"

The man looked bewildered.

In the next moment, Jiang Shouzhong drew the man towards him, capturing him by the neck as if lifting a chick, raising him effortlessly.

The companions around him were stunned and immediately shouted, "Release Senior Brother Dong!"

Yet, despite their fierce shouting, no one dared to step forward.

The man struggled in Jiang Shouzhong's grasp, but he was powerless. As Jiang Shouzhong tightened his grip, the intense suffocation made the man keenly aware of death's looming presence.

The man's eyes filled with regret and pleading, as liquid dripped from his clothes onto the ground.

"Looks like you're afraid?"

Jiang Shouzhong smiled slightly and threw him downstairs, then asked the others, "Are you all afraid of death?"

The crowd was as silent as cicadas in winter.

Jiang Shouzhong said calmly, "I've never heard of Mingjing Valley. If your sect has more powerful people, they can come to settle the score with me directly. I'll be here for the next few days. If not, stay put—I really don't mind killing people."

With that, Jiang Shouzhong went back inside, leaving a group of Mingjing Valley disciples standing there, at a loss.

"Oh my, you scared me to death."

As soon as he entered the room, Jiang Yi exaggeratedly patted her chest and said coquettishly,

"I was so worried, afraid that those people would break in and bully me. I never expected Jiang to be so mighty. I'm really quite pleased. Jiang is amazing."

Saying this, the woman threw a flirtatious glance, exuding a charming playfulness, "Jiang, why not stay tonight and keep me company? I'm so scared."

Jiang Erliang felt his skin crawl all over.

The girl imagined if she acted coquettishly like that with someone, she would surely be too embarrassed to face anyone.

Jiang Shouzhong, used to women's advances along the way, was not surprised, and said indifferently, "What's the story with this Mingjing Valley?"

Jiang Yi lifted her little wet feet from the already cool basin, too lazy to dry them, and curled up on the chair, speaking in a coy voice:

"Just a second-rate sect that can't make the stage, even in the Central Plains, probably wouldn't rank as a third-rate sect. But their founder was once renowned, supposedly acquiring a magic treasure at the Moon in Water Bridge, something like a mirror..."

At this point, Jiang Yi suddenly recalled the little boy she met on the street and the mirror in his hand.

She shook her head, dismissing the thought, and continued:

"Relying on this magic mirror, the sect gradually grew stronger. But after the death of the founder, no one has seen the mirror—it might be sealed in some forbidden place."

Jiang Shouzhong nodded lightly, not bothering about it.

Seeing the man still with deep concern in his expression, Jiang Yi said irritably, "Hey, are you truly not considering me as a woman, constantly thinking about other women in front of me, aren't you afraid I'll get jealous?"

Jiang Shouzhong laughed, "Would you really get jealous?"

Jiang Yi propped her chin with one hand, leaned forward slightly, staring at him, her red lips forming two words: "Not jealous."

"There you go then."

Jiang Shouzhong shrugged.

Jiang Yi gave a cold laugh, somehow feeling a tinge of discomfort in her heart.

She glanced at Er Liang with a faint tone, "Er Liang, go to your room to sleep."

"Oh."

Jiang Erliang, still basking in the joy of being praised by his master, picked up the basin and left obediently.

"You should rest early too."

Jiang Shouzhong, thinking Jiang Yi was tired, prepared to return to his room.

"Wait!"

But the woman stopped him.

Before Jiang Shouzhong could respond, Jiang Yi moved her chair forward, placing her water-stained feet on the man's leg.

Then, slowly moved forward.

Jiang Shouzhong's body suddenly stiffened, and his breathing began to quicken.

"So, I... I won't be leaving tonight?"

Jiang Shouzhong tentatively asked.

Jiang Yi seemed not to hear, offering no response, merely picking up a book from the table and casually flipping through it, her brows showing a hint of aloofness and coldness.

Yet, her delicate little feet were not being quiet.

Jiang Shouzhong slowly tightened his grip on the chair armrest.

This woman is truly a fairy.

Just as Comrade Jiang was bracing for the coming storm, Jiang Yi suddenly snapped the book shut with a "snap," smiling as she looked at Jiang Shouzhong: "I'm a bit tired, you go back to your room and rest."

With that, the woman unhurriedly tucked her feet away, stood up, and gracefully swayed her slender and curvy waist towards the bed.

"Wait, you..."

Jiang Shouzhong, as if being roasted over a flame, looked utterly confused.

Sis, what does this mean?

I've already stirred up the fighting spirit for revolution, and you're standing me up?

Seeing Jiang Yi really getting into bed, pulling the quilt over herself, Jiang Shouzhong couldn't help but feel a pang of doubt, secretly pondering whether she was implying something.

Hesitating for a moment, Jiang Shouzhong slowly walked towards the bed.

But as soon as he took a step, before he could steady himself, he heard Jiang Yi's voice, cold and warning: "If you don't want to die, you can try."

Well, no luck.

Jiang Shouzhong paused and left the room in resignation.

...

In another room of the inn.

The disciples of Mingjing Valley, who had earlier tried to cause trouble for Jiang Yi, gathered together with solemn expressions.

The elder man, who had been choked by Jiang Shouzhong, sat in the corner, face grim, saying in a cold voice:

"That guy's cultivation is at least at the Heaven Desolation Boundary, let's not cause trouble for now. When the Sect Leader and others return, the humiliation that the senior sister suffered will surely be avenged."

Everyone nodded.

The highest cultivation among them was no more than a Minor Profound Grandmaster; seeking revenge would just be self-humiliation.

"What about the senior sister?" the elder man asked.

One of them replied: "The senior sister nearly committed suicide just now, but luckily the junior brother noticed in time to stop her. He's trying to console her now."

Everyone looked sympathetic upon hearing this.

After all, being a renowned disciple of a sect, stripping and dancing in front of so many people was worse than death.

As they spoke, the door opened.

Junior brother Zhou Zhilin came in, looking haggard.

"How is the senior sister?"

The elder man inquired, looking at Zhou Zhilin with some disdain.

This junior brother joined the sect later but was quite favored by the master and even the senior sisters. His character was somewhat stubborn, considering himself from a prestigious family and often engaging in so-called chivalrous acts.

However, in the eyes of others, those chivalrous acts were nothing but childish and hypocritical behavior.

"The senior sister has already gone to bed."

Zhou Zhilin looked guilty, self-reproaching: "It's all my fault, I harmed the senior sister. When the master returns from searching for the mirror, I'll ask for punishment."

The elder man snorted coldly: "If you truly want to atone, you should seek revenge for the senior sister by finding that witch, not saying these useless things here!"

Zhou Zhilin lowered his head, staying silent.

A nearby disciple, seeing the tense atmosphere, quickly changed the topic:

"I wonder if the Sect Leader and the others can find the Mingjing. It's really strange how a good-looking mirror could just disappear on its own?"

Another person mocked: "Do you really believe that nonsense about the mirror running away? It seems to me someone infiltrated the forbidden area and stole our valley's mirror.

It's just that the Sect Leader is concerned about the sect's reputation, afraid of being laughed at by others. After all, in recent years, our Mingjing Valley has declined quite a bit. If a scandal arises now, where would the face go?"

The other disciples thought this person had a point.

They had been in the sect for so long, yet had never seen the sect's treasured Mingjing.

They always had doubts about those mythical rumors.

Especially the one about the mirror's ability to duplicate a dark version of oneself, it seemed too far-fetched.