The Soul Returns: The Peerless Imperial Daughter Begins to Abuse the Scumbag

Mu Lingyu's gentle smile is like the warm sunshine in spring, giving people a warm feeling.

But in Su Chenyin's eyes, his smile was full of falsehood and scheming.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at Mu Lingyu who was standing in front of her and pretending to be polite, a hint of displeasure flashed quickly in her eyes.

He sneered in his heart.

She did not respond to Mu Lingyu's question immediately, but just glanced at him indifferently, and said with a barely perceptible coldness in her voice:

"The Holy Son of Qianluo Palace? Unfortunately, I have no connection with Qianluo Palace. If there is nothing else, then we will go ahead."

After she finished speaking, Su Chenyin took Jun Yijue's hand without hesitation, preparing to bypass Mu Lingyu and continue forward.

Seeing this, Mu Lingyu's expression changed slightly.

He didn't expect Su Chenyin to refuse to answer his question so directly.

However, he did not intend to let Su Chenyin leave just like that.

He hurriedly chased after them and blocked Su Chenyin and Jun Yijue's way again.

"Girl, why do you have to be so repulsive? I have no ill intentions, I just think you have an extraordinary temperament, I respect you, and want to make friends with you."

Mu Lingyu's tone was very sincere, with just the right smile on his face, making people feel like they were in a spring breeze.

But his eyes revealed an irresistible confidence, as if he was already accustomed to others' obedience to him.

Su Chenyin stopped and stared at Mu Lingyu, who had a fake smile on his face, with even colder eyes, his eyes full of indifference and impatience.

"unnecessary!"

Her voice was icy cold, and every word was like a sharp ice edge, piercing Mu Lingyu fiercely.

"Step aside!"

These two words came out of her mouth with an irresistible majesty.

Mu Lingyu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect Su Chenyin to be so cold and heartless, and dared to be so rude to him.

There was a flash of astonishment in his eyes, and his originally confident expression froze in an instant.

But he quickly regained his composure, still maintaining that gentle smile, and said slowly:

"Girl, why are you so angry? I just want to make friends with you. Besides, there are many dangers in the secret realm. It is better to have one more friend than one more enemy."

The smile on Mu Lingyu's face remained, but there was a subtle hint of calculation in his eyes.

After hearing this, Su Chenyin frowned slightly, and her long and thin eyebrows were tightly twisted together, showing her impatience.

Faced with Mu Lingyu's entanglement, she no longer had much patience in her heart, and a trace of undisguised anger appeared on her face.

Jun Yijue stood beside her, his eyes as cold as ice. He glanced at Mu Lingyu coldly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The chill emanating from his body made everyone around him feel his displeasure. Just as he was about to speak, Su Chenyin gently pulled him back.

She curled her lips and smiled at Mu Lingyu, but the smile did not reach her eyes, instead there was a hint of coldness.

"Huh? Friends? One more friend or one less enemy makes no difference to me." She tilted her head slightly, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

"I have no interest in making friends with you, and I am not afraid of becoming your enemy. I'm giving you one last chance, get out of the way immediately, or don't blame me for being rude."

Su Chenyin sneered, his voice was cold and firm, with unquestionable majesty that could not be ignored.

Every word was like a sharp sword, piercing the silence around and making the whole space tense.

When Mu Lingyu heard Su Chenyin's cold warning, the smile on his face finally froze slightly.

Duan Sisi, who was standing behind Mu Lingyu, saw Su Chenyin not giving Mu Lingyu any face, and the anger in her heart instantly burned like a raging fire.

Her originally beautiful face was distorted by anger, appearing particularly hideous and terrifying.

She frowned and glared, staring at Su Chenyin with her eyes fixed.

There was a gleam of poisonous resentment like a venomous snake and jealousy like a flame in his eyes, as if he wanted to devour Su Chenyin alive, leaving nothing but a bone.

Duan Sisi gnashed her teeth and cursed madly in her heart: "Su Chenyin, you ignorant bitch!"

"How dare you speak to the Holy Son in such a bad manner? Who do you think you are? Even if you are not the real Holy Maiden, you must die!"

From time to time, her eyes glanced at the white ball emitting red light in Mu Lingyu's hand, and the jealousy in her heart grew wildly like weeds.

She wondered in her heart, why could this Su Chenyin be a saint?

The position of the saint is such a supreme honor, it should belong to her, Duan Sisi!

She believed that she was not inferior to anyone in terms of appearance or cultivation talent.

Moreover, she worked hard in Qianluo Palace every day, trying her best to express herself, practicing diligently, and putting in countless efforts and sweat.

But she never received the favor of the Son of God, nor did she receive the honor of being a Saint.

But now, this Su Chenyin who suddenly appeared could be identified as a saint just because of a ball emitting red light.

How could she accept this?

How could she not be jealous?

How can I not hate?

Duan Sisi clenched her teeth tightly, and her white teeth seemed to be broken by her.

At this moment, her hatred and jealousy towards Su Chenyin reached its peak and continued to impact her heart.

She wished she could rush up and tear Su Chenyin to pieces immediately, and make this hateful bitch disappear from this world.

But reason told her not to act rashly, as now was not the right time.

She kept reminding herself to stay calm and wait for the best time.

She knew that she could not destroy the plan of Qianluo Palace, and if this Su Chenyin was really the saint, she could not act rashly.

But she really couldn't stand Su Chenyin's condescending attitude and disrespect towards the Son of God.

Duan Sisi clenched her hands into fists hidden in her sleeves, tightly holding a small bottle containing a colorless and odorless poison powder.

She felt the hard touch of the vial and secretly thought about her plan.

As long as we find an opportunity to spread it on Su Chenyin, she will definitely die in three months.

In this way, she could not only avoid destroying Qianluo Palace's plan, but also eliminate the real saint quietly.

Simply kill two birds with one stone! !

She raised her chin slightly, imagining the scene after Su Chenyin was poisoned, and a cruel pleasure surged in her heart.

She seemed to see Su Chenyin struggling in pain three months later, his life gradually fading away.

She herself could just watch Su Chenyin's miserable condition and enjoy the joy of victory.

At the same time, the people around began to whisper to each other because of Su Chenyin's tough attitude.

Many of the onlookers were cultivators from the Yunluo Continent, so they naturally recognized Mu Lingyu’s identity.

Qianluo Palace is the largest force in Yunluo Continent.

The Holy Son Mu Lingyu is the best among the younger generation of Yunluo Continent. His strength and background are awe-inspiring.

However, everyone was surprised that the woman in front of them challenged his authority without fear and even openly offended him.

Not far away, a middle-aged man frowned slightly, his eyes full of confusion. He touched his chin and looked at Su Chenyin.

"Who is this little girl? How dare she be so bold as to offend the Saint of Qianluo Palace, Mu Lingyu?"

The other middle-aged man next to him also looked confused and answered: "I don't know, but from the look on her face, she doesn't seem to be afraid of Mu Lingyu. Could she also be from some powerful force?"

The middle-aged man touched his chin and looked at Su Chenyin thoughtfully.