Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 541

Chapter 541: Chapter 185: Now This Is How You Play With a Whip!

"So fond of playing with whips? Then I’ll join you and play!" Mu Qingge’s sharp voice fell, and the Illusion Cloud Whip in her hand emitted a clear, crisp sound like silver bells, aiming at Lan Feiyue on the ground.

The whip shadow rushing forward suddenly enlarged in Lan Feiyue’s eyes.

She screamed in terror, "No!" covering her cheeks desperately with her hands and rolling away in panic. However, the Illusion Cloud Whip in Mu Qingge’s hand moved faster.

Even though she dodged in time, the whip still viciously struck her back.

"Ah——!" A heart-wrenching scream escaped from Lan Feiyue’s lips. Her blue dress was already stained with dust, and her back was whipped by the Illusion Cloud Whip, tearing her clothes apart, revealing blood and flesh with a hint of white bone.

The intense pain in her back caused Lan Feiyue to sweat coldly and shiver like a sieve, filled with anxiety. She shot her eyes, as venomous as poison, at Mu Qingge. And Mu Qingge’s second whip was already silently descending.

Lan Feiyue tried to dodge in disarray, but was hit on her waist, her whole body flying out and crashing hard against the wall.

"Pfft!" Lan Feiyue fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of foul blood.

The shadows of Mu Qingge’s whip continuously fell, Lan Feiyue scurrying like a rat in hot oil, unable to ever dodge the tracking of the Illusion Cloud Whip.

This was her most cherished weapon, accompanying her for more than ten years.

Yet now it fell into the hands of the person she hated most, causing such grievous harm.

Lan Feiyue occasionally let out painful wails, feeling not only deep hatred towards Mu Qingge, but also towards the Illusion Cloud Whip. The whip, once taken from her, became a weapon harming her, feeling like a betrayal!

...

"Emperor Yuan, isn’t this too much!" The Lan Family Head, distressed over his daughter, couldn’t help but pressure Huangfu Haotian.

Huangfu Haotian looked at him, seemingly not understanding the Lan Family Head’s words.

This bias made the Lan Family Head grind his teeth in hate. He restrained the urge to kill and said to Huangfu Haotian, "My daughter has already lost, yet Mu the young lord humiliates a woman like this—is this the conduct of a true man?"

Before Huangfu Haotian could speak, Jiang Li’s mocking voice came over, "Which ear did you hear your daughter say she concedes? Since she hasn’t conceded, the match naturally goes on."

"Witch, shut your mouth!" The Lan Family Head shouted fiercely at Jiang Li.

The blood of Divine Beasts flowed within the Ancient Witch Country’s veins. In his eyes, such blood became a half-human, half-monster existence.

Jiang Li’s eyes chilled, and a murderous intent surfaced.

Huangfu Huan immediately warned with a stern face, "Lan Family Head, you’ve gone too far."

Huangfu Haotian’s expression also darkened as he looked at the Lan Family Head, "Lan Qing’s love for his daughter is understandable, but he cannot vent his anger onto others. Does he not wish to apologize to Empress Jiang?"

The Lan Family Head’s face shifted between green and white under the scolding. Knowing pleading with Huangfu Haotian was useless, he refused to apologize to Jiang Li, merely snorting coldly and returning to his seat.

At present, he could only hope Mu Qingge wouldn’t be too harsh; if she indeed killed Lan Feiyue, then the Lan Family would be at endless odds!

The hand the Lan Family Head had placed on the armrest of his chair clenched tightly.

The Lan Family Head’s stance made Huangfu Haotian’s eyes flash coldly. After the cold glimmer dissipated, he turned to Jiang Li with a smile, "Empress Jiang, please don’t mind, the Lan Family Head was merely reckless in his urgency."

Jiang Li coldly laughed, "No matter. Today’s debt will have a chance for recovery."

Her words left both Huangfu Haotian and his son unsure how to respond, merely smiling to gloss over. The two exchanged a glance, both feeling this Lan Family was accustomed to borrowing power, now awakened from their dream, yet still not recognizing their position.

...

Pa—!

Papa—!

"Ah—!"

Although Lan Feiyue was now covered in wounds, her proud looks remained intact! That was her only consolation.

However, now her body was crisscrossed with whip marks, blood and flesh muddled, sand mixed with blood staining her wounds, filthy and unseemly. She had no strength left to resist.

She lay on the ground, eyes filled with hatred watching Mu Qingge slowly approach.

As Mu Qingge came near, the sunlight poured from behind her, casting a shadow before her, with Lan Feiyue lying ensconced within.

Lan Feiyue looked at her, panting heavily, hatred undiminished in her eyes.

Mu Qingge, however, showed a cold expression, indifferent to the hatred in her gaze, coldly asked, "Your first whip aimed at me, was it to ruin my looks?"

Though phrased as a question, the tone was irrefutable in affirmation.

Lan Feiyue’s eyes constricted suddenly, as if she guessed what Mu Qingge would do next!

"No—no—don’t!" Her eyes filled with terror. Even when whipped painfully by Mu Qingge with the Illusion Cloud Whip, she hadn’t shown fear until now.

Using her last bit of strength, she shook her head, pleading in her voice, attempting to retreat, move to safety. But alas, her strength exhausted, unable to move her body.

Mu Qingge slowly raised her hand, lifting the Illusion Cloud Whip.

She deliberately slowed her movements, giving Lan Feiyue a chance to flee, yet seemed to purposely humiliate her.

Lan Feiyue’s eyes grew increasingly terrified, unable to imagine life worse than death if her face were marred. Her visage was her pride.

If it were destroyed, how could she earn the favor of the Holy King in the future?

The Illusion Cloud Whip whistled, attacking Lan Feiyue’s face.

She froze, unable to move, staring wide-eyed at the descending whip.

Pa—!

"We concede!" The Lan Family Head’s voice sounded alongside the whip’s snap.

"Ah—!" Accompanied by Lan Feiyue’s heart-wrenching cries. She clutched her cheek, rolling on the ground, blood marking her face. Mu Qingge stood unfazed.

Her father’s words reminded her, and she shouted with a trembling voice, "I concede! I concede!"

"Whew—!" Huangfu Huan exhaled a turbid breath, leaning against his chair, his eyes admiringly said, "Mu the young lord really knows how to strike!" A ruthless flower destroyer indeed!

Of course, he dared not speak the latter half of the sentence in front of Jiang Li.

Jiang Li, naturally, coldly laughed, "Why pity your enemy? Enemy is enemy, irrespective of gender or beauty."

Her words left Huangfu Huan silent.

He sized up this Ancient Witch Country’s Jiang Empress seriously for the first time, sensing beneath her unique beauty and charm lay a distinct heart, captivating him.

Her decisiveness, fierceness, and clarity of rancor, coupled with her sunny disposition, started to allure Huangfu Huan.

"What are you looking at? Trying to take advantage of this Empress?" Jiang Li glared, giving Huangfu Huan a vicious sweeping glance.

However, this warning tone, in the ears of Huangfu Huan, sounded like playful teasing, enticing and endearing. He silently retracted his gaze, unwilling for Jiang Li to discover his thoughts.

Lan Feiyue conceded, the Xuan Iron Gate opened. The Lan Family members waiting outside hurried in, hurriedly carrying Lan Feiyue away.

"Wait." Just as the Lan Family was about to leave, Mu Qingge suddenly spoke.

The Lan Family members, now seeing Mu Qingge as a demon, were scared out of their wits when suddenly called.

Mu Qingge tossed the Illusion Cloud Whip, stained with Lan Feiyue’s blood and flesh, at their feet, sneering coldly, "Don’t forget your lady’s whip."

The Lan Family hastily picked up the whip from the ground and fled the enclosure.

Mu Qingge lifted her head, raising her chin, looking toward the Lan Family Head on the gallery.

Their gazes clashed midair, sparking a blaze.

The Lan Family Head gave a cold snort and directly swept his sleeves as he left. In his hurried manner, he seemed to be rushing back to treat Lan Feiyue’s injuries.

After he left, Hei Mu and Lou Xuantie exchanged glances in secret, their eyes simultaneously revealing an eerie and cold smile.

...

Tiandu, Lan Mansion.

Lan Feiyue, covered in blood and uncertain if she was alive, was carried into Lan Mansion, terrifying everyone in the residence.

In an instant, the atmosphere in Lan Mansion became tense.

The Lan Family Head stood outside Lan Feiyue’s room, watching the servants continuously enter and exit her room. The clear water that was taken in became blood water brought out.

Some of the blood water even had bits of flesh floating on it.

Every time he saw this scene, the hatred in the Family Head’s heart deepened. He was clenching his teeth so hard they hurt!

After waiting for over half an hour, he could no longer endure it and grabbed a servant who had just exited the room, asking, "How is the young lady now?"

The servant replied anxiously, "The physician is still cleaning and dressing the young lady’s wounds. It’s just that there are too many, and they’re too deep, so it’s taking time. The elixir the Family Head brought has been given to the young lady. The physician said her life is not at risk, but... but..."

She suddenly hesitated.

The Family Head frowned and demanded, "But what? If you don’t speak, I’ll kill you!"

"Spare my life, Family Head." The servant hurriedly knelt down, bowing her head, "The physician said that the wounds on the young lady are too deep, especially the one on her face, which has reached the skull. If you want the young lady to recover without any scars, you can only request a Spirit Level Beauty Pill from the Medicine Tower."

"Medicine Tower! Medicine Tower! Medicine Tower is in cahoots with that bastard surnamed Mu, how could they give me a Beauty Pill?" The Family Head was furious.

"Get out! Get out!" He vented his anger on the servant.

The servant hurriedly retreated, not daring to delay.

Afraid that if she slowed down even a little, her life would be in danger.

The Lan Family Head’s spiritual power was extremely violent, and he struggled to suppress the urge to kill, pacing back and forth with a grim face.

Lan Feiyue was the daughter he had painstakingly nurtured. Even if she couldn’t enter the Li Palace, with her beauty, she could have a good future and bring massive benefits to the Lan Family.

But now all his hopes had been ruined by Mu Qingge. How could he not hate?

Inside the room, on a carved bed, Lan Feiyue lay quietly. Two physicians in the residence were carefully treating her wounds. Now her upper body was bandaged, and half of her cheek was covered with gauze. It was only her legs’ injuries that were still being cleaned and treated.

Having taken the life-saving elixir, her life was no longer in danger.

However, the physical pain made it impossible for her to rest peacefully, and images of her injuries kept replaying in her mind.

After a while, her leg injuries were also treated. The physicians advised her to rest quietly and then left the room.

After talking to the physician, the Lan Family Head intended to come in and see his daughter, but a message of a guest visiting suddenly came from outside.

"What guest? Can’t they see the state of the residence now? Don’t see them!" The Lan Family Head waved irritably.

The messenger, frightened, stammered but still relayed the guest’s message: "Fa... Family Head, those two said they have elixirs that can restore the young lady’s appearance."

"What did you say!" The Lan Family Head instantly appeared in front of the messenger, grabbing his collar and lifting him to his face.

The servant trembled like a sieve, stuttering and repeating the message.

After hearing it clearly again, the Lan Family Head threw the servant to the ground. A cold gleam flashed in his severe eyes. He thought for a moment before calming down, "Take the guests to my study."

The servant immediately withdrew.

The Lan Family Head looked back at Lan Feiyue’s room before leaving with large strides.

Lan Feiyue’s courtyard gradually calmed down after the Lan Family Head left.

Lan Feiyue lay in bed, staring wide-eyed at the layers of gauze curtains.

At this moment, a close servant came to her side, holding the cleaned Illusion Cloud Whip, kneeling by her bed, and softly said, "Young lady, I’ve cleaned the Illusion Cloud Whip."

She had expected a word of praise from the young lady, as this was her favorite weapon.

But when Lan Feiyue heard the words ’Illusion Cloud Whip,’ a ferocious aura exploded from her. She ignored her injuries and sat up from the bed, her eyes coldly fixed on the close servant.

Shrouded by this icy gaze, the servant, not knowing the reason, shivered and trembled as she called, "You... young lady..."

Lan Feiyue suddenly had a fierce look in her eyes, raising her hand to take the Illusion Cloud Whip and lashed out at the servant.

"Ah—!"

The servant was just an ordinary person, bought into the Lan Mansion as a child to serve. She had never practiced any cultivation techniques and couldn’t withstand Lan Feiyue’s venting lash?

Immediately, she let out a painful scream and rolled on the ground, clutching her body.

Lan Feiyue rose from the bed, completely disregarding how her movements would tear her wounds, and raised the Illusion Cloud Whip to fiercely lash at the servant on the ground.

It seemed she had already taken this servant as Mu Qingge, venting the hatred in her heart.

She lashed again and again, and the servant’s blood splattered all over the room. The pitiful maid had already lost her breath in the process.

Others serving Lan Feiyue didn’t dare come close, each fearing for themselves, trying to make their presence as small as possible, afraid of becoming the next target of Lan Feiyue’s wrath.

After whipping for half an hour, until many of Lan Feiyue’s bandaged wounds tore open again, she finally threw the Illusion Cloud Whip onto the blurry mess of flesh on the ground with a gasp.

"Take the Illusion Cloud Whip and this wretch out to be burned together!" Lan Feiyue said coldly.

Her cruel demeanor contrasted sharply with her ethereal and beautiful appearance.

The servants, hiding to the side, looked at the unrecognizable mess of flesh on the ground, not daring to approach.

Lan Feiyue said with hatred, "What, do you want to end up like her?" Her cold gaze swept over them, and the servants could only suppress their fear and disgust, closing their eyes as they began to clean the bloodstains in the room.

Lan Feiyue lay back down, ordering coldly, "Call the physician."

The servants dared not delay and had to call back the physician to re-bandage Lan Feiyue’s wounds.

Once her mood calmed, she asked, "Where is father?"

Carefully, the servant replied, "The Family Head seems to be in the study receiving a guest."

"Receiving a guest?" Lan Feiyue’s voice suddenly grew harsher. "I’m injured like this, and he still has the mind to receive a guest?"

The servant hastily knelt, quickly saying, "Young lady, calm your anger. The Family Head initially didn’t plan to see them, but upon hearing that they might have elixirs that can restore your appearance, he went to see them in a hurry." She quickly relayed what she had heard.

An elixir that could restore her appearance!

Lan Feiyue’s heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously raised her hand to touch her bandaged cheek.

Thinking of her ruined appearance, the hatred in Lan Feiyue’s heart surged again. At that moment, she wished to kill everyone who had seen her ugly appearance!

As the murderous intent rose in her heart, she struggled to restrain it.

She said to the servant, "Dress me."

The servant looked at her in shock, "Young lady, the physician said you need to rest and not move around much!"

With a cold glare from Lan Feiyue’s eyes, the servant quickly shut her mouth.

Daring not to continue, she brought Lan Feiyue’s usual favored clothes and helped her change.

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