Yu Haiheng felt a cold shiver run down his spine. That familiar voice seemed to have come from the depths of hell. He didn’t even dare move and although he was sure he saw nothing, he felt overcome by an overwhelming pressure; for a moment he even forgot to breathe.

　　After a while, he turned around stiffly. His eyes suddenly widened in consternation.

　　Shen Ying was dressed only in a white inner tunic that was spotted with some wood shavings and dust. Her face was as black as the bottom of a pot and her eyes had narrowed themselves into slits. Although she was as thin as a stick, her body emanated a kind of menacing aura, like the cold draft from hell that was now worming itself into his heart meridians. A raging fire seemed to be burning behind her.

　　An eerie silence descended over the palace; everyone was frozen to the spot. Looking at this person who had suddenly emerged, they subconsciously held their breath, their hairs standing on end.

　　Spitting out her words one at a time, Shen Ying asked, “What’s with this commotion… in the middle of the night?!”

　　Yu Haiheng’s eyes grew as big as saucers, an expression of total disbelief on his face. No, it was impossible. How could she be here? Hadn’t she accepted the challenge and gone to Northern City ¹ ? Bright Heart Sect’s Fei Yueshu clearly said that he saw her, so how could she be here!

　　“You… How could you… Ah!”

　　Before he could finish his sentence, he felt his collar tighten and a familiar feeling of dizziness came over him. The next moment he felt a terrible pain course through his whole body and all the meridians in his body burst. Then a loud boom came from the ground.

　　Fuming with rage, Shen Ying picked up the man beside her and smashed him into the ground. The ground trembled and the mountain shook. For a time, the sounds of repeated pounding reverberated for miles around, mixed with her infuriated scoldings, “Who told you to be so noisy! Who told you to be so noisy! Who told you to be so noisy!…”

　　Again and again and again…

　　“Patriarch…” The Soul Formation cultivators, who had recovered from their shock, rushed forward, intending to help, but discovered that they were not only unable to help but were drawn into Shen Ying’s inferno of rage. She seemed completely unaware of what she was holding onto. Whoever who came up to her was hurled to the ground.

　　One by one, as if smashing hamsters, she hammered them deep into the ground. And the hammer in her hand was – the Yu Family Patriarch!

　　In less than five minutes, the aggressive Soul Formation cultivators, who had come with the intention of destroying the Invincible Sect, were decimated!

　　Feng Ying: “…”

　　Yu Hong: “…”

　　Si Yu: “…”

　　All the disciples: “…”

　　She’s… She’s so scary! Yin Feng finally understood why the Invincible Sect’s first rule was that she should never be disturbed during her sleep; the consequences… were truly something no one could bear.

　　Five minutes later…

　　“Shen… Shen Ying.” Seeing that she had finally stopped bashing the hamsters and was standing still, Yin Feng couldn’t help saying, “Luckily you appeared in time…”

　　“Huh?” Before he could finish his sentence, Shen Ying turned her head and suddenly a stream of murderous aura, like water from a flooded bank, rushed toward him.

　　Feng Ying’s heart was in his mouth. “You… Are are you okay? Hey, wait… what are you doing?”

　　She suddenly started walking towards him, the murderous aura emitted from her body increasing with each step.

　　“Stop, stop! Hey, hey, hey… I’m Feng Ying!”

　　Shen Ying kept walking towards him as if she had not heard him.

　　[Ding! Warning, warning! Badass’s hostility towards you is off the charts, extinction imminent. Extinction imminent!]

　　“You think so? Don’t frighten me!” Looking at Shen Ying, Feng Ying realized that she showed no signs of recognition, but instead regarded him as part of the gang who had disturbed her sleep. Her waking-up temper was truly terrifying but he could find no place to hide. “Wait… Shen Ying, don’t be hasty, take a good look at me! Shen Ying… Sect Master… Badass!”

　　Shen Ying seemed not to have heard anything he said and continued to advance. Feng Ying kept backing away from her until his back slammed against a wall. The system in his head kept issuing frantic warning beeps.

　　Shen Ying was just about to reach out to grab his collar, just like what she had done to Yu Haiheng earlier.

　　All at once, Feng Ying lost all hope. This was the end!

　　“Sect Master!” A female voice suddenly rang out. Yu Hong, holding a plate on which sat a leftover bun, walked over and inserted herself between them. “This is the meal prepared by Yi Qing, would you like to … have it?”

　　Shen Ying’s hands stopped moving. She lowered her head and fixed her gaze at the bun on the plate. The murderous aura vanished completely.

　　She picked up the bun and swallowed it in a few mouthfuls, then turned and started walking towards the ruins of the palace wing until she reached her bed, whereupon she lifted her blanket and laid down.

　　Moments later, a familiar sound of snoring could be heard.

　　Everyone: “…”

　　It seemed as if she had been asleep all the time!

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　　When Shen Ying woke up the next day, she saw a crowd around her bed. The eyes that were fixed on her had expressions ranging from worry, exhilaration to adoration.

　　“Oh…” she said. After a moment of silence, she raised her hand in greeting, “Good morning! Are you… are all you here to call me down for breakfast?” Did you all have to come?

　　“…”

　　Nobody replied, but the expressions in their eyes said it all.

　　What was it with these guys?

　　A baffled Shen Ying sat up on her bed. It was then that she noticed the wreckage in front of her. “Huh? What happened to the room? Was there an earthquake?”

　　“…” Everyone exchanged glances. One of them asked warily, “Sect Master, don’t you… remember?”

　　“Remember what?” Shen Ying shook her head, looking even more perplexed.

　　“Nothing… Nothing!” Everyone shook their heads and gulped. Words failed them.

　　Yu Hong stood up and looked at her. “Sect Master, last night, the Yu Family Patriarch led a group of Soul Formation cultivators up the mountain and broke into our sect. We got into a fight so that is why…”

　　“Oh.” Shen Ying nodded her head and asked, “So is it all settled?”

　　“Settled… I think!”

　　“Not bad.” Shen Ying added another word of praise, “Well done, everybody.”

　　Everyone:”…” Something was stuck in their throats.

　　“But this room is quite badly damaged.” Shen Ying stood up and looked around. Rebuilding this room would take a couple of days. She was just about to arrange for someone to call for the rabbit.

　　“Great Immortal!” A man who was standing at the end of the bed walked directly towards her. “Great Immortal, please save my father!”

　　Only then did Shen Ying notice him. “Who are you?” she asked in surprise.

　　“Sect Master, this is Yin Yuanfei, the young master of the Yin family,” Si Yu stepped forwards to explain. “He was escaping pursuit from the Yu Family, who were trying to kill him. Yesterday, the rabbit demons brought him to in here in the middle of the night.”

　　“Oh…” So it was that asshole. “Is your father alright?”

　　“My father and the other two aristocratic family patriarchs, as well as many cultivators from the various sects were lured by the Yu family into the Immortal Ascension Pagoda. I don’t know whether they are alive or dead!”

　　“Immortal Ascension Pagoda?” What kind of place was this? Shen Ying was silent for a moment, then she turned her head and looked at the Feng Ying, who was beside her. “You… Baby, you have more information, can you explain?”

　　Feng Ying: “…”

　　Who the hell was she calling Baby? Although his was a parenting system, did she really have to treat him like a child?

　　“My name is Feng Ying!” Call me baby again and you’ll be sorry, believe me!

　　[Ding! Host’s application for a name change is successful. New name: Baby. Confirmed!]

　　“…”