My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

Since Su Yue is angry, Su Lie's fate will definitely be terrible.

Although I won't die, I'll be bedridden for at least ten days to two weeks.

……

Qi Yu returned to Su Yue's boudoir and sat in the same spot as before, doing the same thing.

Su Yue unwrapped the blood-stained bandage, revealing two deep wounds on her palms, from which blood was gushing out and could not be stopped.

Su Yue hurriedly took out cotton balls and a handkerchief, and after a flurry of activity, the bleeding finally stopped.

"How did you end up fighting with Su Lie?" Su Yue asked while applying the medicine.

Qi Yu shrugged helplessly and said, "As soon as I entered the hall, he pointed a sword at my forehead, which almost scared me to death."

"That would have been fine, but this guy actually said you must have been blind to marry me! I was so angry!"

"I couldn't hold back and threw a punch. He blocked it, so my wound reopened!"

Qi Yu's anger, which had just subsided, flared up again. That guy had such an arrogant attitude; just thinking about it made him furious.

I thought Su Yun's expressionless face was annoying enough, but now it seems that Su Lie's face is even more despicable.

Su Yue didn't say anything, but applied medicine to Qi Yu and then bandaged him up.

After the bandage was applied, Qi Yu moved his fingers around and found there was nothing seriously wrong.

"As expected! Am I still too weak?" Qi Yu sighed.

Su Yue heard Qi Yu's words but did not reply. After putting away the medicine box, she took Qi Yu's hand and walked out.

Qi Yu watched Su Yue's retreating figure and keenly sensed that something was off about Su Yue's emotions.

"My wife, what's wrong?" Qi Yu asked.

"I'm fine!" Su Yue said indifferently.

"Where do we go now?" Qi Yu asked.

"lobby!"

"Where are you going? What are you doing?"

"Only I can bully you; no one else, no matter who they are, is allowed!"

Su Yue spoke calmly, but there was still an undisguised anger in her words.

Qi Yu was slightly taken aback. Was Su Yue going to stand up for him?

"My wife, I'm actually fine, there's no need to get upset!" Qi Yu said.

Su Yue didn't speak, but her eyes were very firm.

It was obvious that she wanted to teach Su Lie a lesson!

Qi Yu sighed helplessly and said, "Wife, although I don't want to admit it, Su Lie is very powerful. Can you beat him?"

Su Yue snorted coldly upon hearing this and said, "He's just a defeated opponent. He knows he can't beat me, so he's causing trouble for me and making me look bad."

Qi Yu blinked. A defeated opponent?

Su Lie, a seventh-rank official, can't even beat his own wife?

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Chapter Nineteen: Endure It

By this time, many people were already waiting in the lobby.

When Qi Yu and Su Yue returned to the front hall, many people looked over.

Su Lie's gaze, however, fell on Qi Yu's palm, which was wrapped in thick bandages.

He actually regretted it a little, because it was shameful to use his inner energy to beat up a scholar.

Moreover, he was a captain in the Chilin Army, representing the Chilin Army in public.

Although he regretted it, he couldn't apologize. In fact, if he could, he would have liked to teach that gossipy kid a lesson.

He clearly had no skills, just a poor scholar, yet he was so despicable; he couldn't stand looking at him.

Martial arts practitioners and scholars generally dislike each other because they cannot communicate on a spiritual level.

Those who practice martial arts look down on the pedantry of scholars, believing that scholars are only good at empty talk and grandstanding.

Scholars, who considered themselves superior to all other professions, looked down on martial artists, believing them to be a bunch of simple-minded brutes.

Most of the Su family members practice martial arts, while few are well-educated. The average level of education in the Su family is equivalent to that of a primary school student who has only written one diary entry.

Therefore, many people in the Su family found it hard to understand when they heard that Su Yue had married a scholar who had nothing and was so weak that he couldn't even kill a chicken.

Because among the younger generation of the Su family, Su Yue is the strongest.

The strength here is not innate talent, nor in realm of skill, but in all aspects.

Even Su Lie, a seventh-rank cultivator, couldn't defeat Su Yue, an eighth-rank cultivator.

Seeing Su Yue and Qi Yu appear together, many people had strange expressions.

"Cousin Su Lie? Did you injure my husband?" Su Yue asked indifferently, looking at Su Lie.

Su Lie turned his gaze away from Qi Yu's right hand, looked at Su Yue, and nodded in acknowledgment.

"it's me!"

"You even used your true energy, right?" Su Yue asked again.

Su Lie's expression was somewhat unpleasant, but he still nodded.

"That's right!"

Su Yue nodded, a smile appearing on her face, but the smile looked somewhat cold.

"In that case, if I beat my cousin Su Lie so badly that he's half paralyzed and bedridden for ten days or half a month, Uncle Chengda won't say anything, right?"

"After all... it was you, cousin Su Lie, who bullied the weak, knowing full well that my husband is not a martial artist and does not know martial arts, yet you still used your inner energy, didn't you?"

As Su Yue spoke, her voice gradually became cold and detached.

Su Lie's face was grim. In front of so many people, he said he had been beaten half to death? And he was supposed to be bedridden for ten days or half a month?

Isn't this just humiliating and disgracing oneself?

"Su Yue, how can you talk to Brother Su Lie like that? Brother Su Lie is now the Captain of the Chi Lin Army."

A clear, yet somewhat shrill, voice rang out from the crowd.

Qi Yu looked at the person who spoke, a woman wearing a blue dress. Judging from her hairstyle, she should already be married.

He looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a hint of childishness still remaining on his face.

"Su Ling? You're here too?" Su Yue looked at the woman and asked in surprise.

Su Ling snorted coldly and said, "I heard you got married, so I came to see who you married. Now it seems he's nothing special."

As she spoke, Su Ling glanced at Qi Yu, her expression full of disdain and mockery.

She and Su Yue have never gotten along since childhood.

Because her family often used Su Yue as a metaphor to motivate her, saying things like, "Look at Su Yue, how wonderful she is."

Therefore, Su Ling disliked Su Yue from a young age and constantly compared herself to Su Yue, trying to prove something.

No matter how hard she tried, she seemed to be no match for Su Yue. Her needlework, cooking skills, and other crafts all seemed inferior to Su Yue's.

Two years ago, she resigned herself to her fate, knowing she couldn't compare to Su Yue, so she listened to her family's arrangements and married a scholar from a relatively well-off family.

And her husband was indeed promising, someone who was likely to pass the imperial examination.

Then last year, she heard that Su Yue had also gotten married, and to a poor, unskilled scholar who was neither good at literature nor martial arts.

I heard he was a scholar before, but his academic title was revoked.

At that time, she felt that she had won, at least in terms of getting married, she had surpassed Su Yue.

Qi Yu looked at Su Ling, then at Su Yue, and asked, "What's wrong with her? Do you know her?"

“My cousin, Su Ling, but we’re not very close. She got married the year before last. I didn’t expect her to come over tonight,” Su Yue said.

Su Ling got married. As a wife, her duty was to serve her husband and respect her parents-in-law. She usually stayed at home and rarely went out in public.

It's usually quite difficult for her to even go back to her parents' home.

But now Su Ling has come to her house, which is why Su Yue was a little surprised just now.

Qi Yu nodded, then looked at a young man behind Su Ling, who looked arrogant, as if he were the most powerful person.

Judging from his attire, Qi Yu knew he was a Confucian scholar, but this guy was just too annoying!

Nowadays, most intellectuals are too bookish and have an inflated sense of self-importance, looking down on this and that.

And they value propriety in everything they do!

The most vivid example is the saying "a gentleman keeps away from the kitchen," meaning that scholars do not cook, as it is considered undignified.

Su Ling took her husband's hand, walked out of the crowd, and then looked at Su Yue with a proud expression.

"This is my husband, Zhou Kai. He now holds an official title and is the son of the richest man in Linyun City! I wonder if my brother-in-law holds an official title?"

Su Ling deliberately asked Qi Yu this question in order to slap Su Yue in the face, and naturally, to slap Qi Yu in the face as well.

Su Yue's expression was strange, then she looked at Qi Yu, who was also looking at her.

Both of them were intelligent and naturally knew what Su Ling was doing.

It's just a show of bragging!

"So it's Brother Zhou! I am Qi Yu, my apologies for my rudeness!" Qi Yu bowed to Zhou Kai.

Zhou Kai glanced at Qi Yu. Although he really didn't want to talk to this poor wretch, a gentleman should uphold propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame.

Qi Yu bowed to him, and he could only return the bow; it was a matter of politeness.

"Zhou Kai!"

Qi Yu didn't mind Zhou Kai's casual reply.

"Brother Zhou, since you are a scholar, you should be at home studying late into the night, striving to pass the imperial examination next month. Why are you here?"