She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 396 - 395 Conflict, Clearly Friendly Forces

Facing the intentional difficulties posed by Song Ning, the Angel Envoy found himself without a strategy.

The whole Sect knew how much Song Huaxu valued this Song Ning, even Shen Shuyun could be beaten and scolded at her whim, let alone him, an insignificant figure.

Apart from enduring, he had no other choice.

Seeing that the Angel Envoy remained silent, Song Ning sneered coldly, "What a complete loser, you are nothing compared to Huai Yu—one’s in heaven, the other’s in hell."

Her words were light, but unfortunately, there were only a few of them in the corridor now.

The speaker may be unintentional, but the listener reads into it.

Yan Hongzhao’s brows slightly furrowed beneath her mask.

When had this Song Ning ever met the Young Marquis?

According to what the Angel Envoy just mentioned, this lady was frail and chronically ill, and had never descended the mountain.

Why then, did her words give off the illusion that she had met the Young Marquis?

Even the Angel Envoy beside her was slightly startled.

Nevertheless, he chose to comply, "Miss Song Ning is right in her teachings."

Resisting would only bring about more devious retaliation from Song Ning.

Seeing this, Song Ning felt a constriction in her throat, plotting in her mind.

"Alright, what are you up to now? Are you looking for Brother Huaxu?"

"Yes, taking this leader to meet the Sect Hierarch to discuss important matters," the Angel Envoy didn’t dare to say too much.

"What important matters? Brother Huaxu is busy now; you can tell me first."

"Why?" The Angel Envoy hadn’t even started speaking when Yan Hongzhao suddenly took the initiative to question, "I am here because your Sect Hierarch graciously invited me due to important reasons, why should I discuss it with you?"

Her tone was formal, very serious about this matter.

Yet, Song Ning seemed provoked.

Since she had awakened, everyone in the Sect had been treating her with utmost care and protection.

This woman, having just joined the Sect today, dared to speak to her in such a tone!

"Because the Sect Hierarch is very busy, so I will convey the message on his behalf, is there a problem?" Song Ning answered with a cold sneer, "Everyone in the Sect respectfully calls me ’Miss’, is it too beneath you to report to me—just a mere bandit leader? The Divine Church of Light is willing to accept you, it’s your good fortune. I won’t hold your disrespect against you this time, but I advise you not to bite the hand that feeds."

She looked Yan Hongzhao up and down; her clothes vibrant yet wrinkled and carrying the scent of green grass and soil, in stark contrast to her own refined laziness.

The only thing she could be proud of was her healthy body, unlike herself.

Upon hearing this, Yan Hongzhao scoffed lightly.

The Angel Envoy standing next to her heard her tighten her fist with a cracking sound in her knuckles, causing him to involuntarily swallow.

He shifted slightly to stand further aside.

"You?" Yan Hongzhao looked Song Ning up and down, unabashedly speaking, "A miss who can only sit in a wheelchair and spout nonsense at guests, unaware of what manners are? They succumb to your tyranny, enduring your scolding in silence, but I’m meeting you for the first time. What are you to stand before me and flaunt your power?"

Seeing Song Ning’s face turn red with anger.

Yan Hongzhao raised her fist, "Say one more word, and I’ll beat you to death."

This punch seemed significant, but Song Ning would surely die.

"What arrogance, look around and see whose territory this is, try touching me and see what happens!" Song Ning didn’t believe it, a female bandit couldn’t possibly hurt her in the Divine Church of Light!

"Believe it or not, if you harm a single hair on me, all your brothers will have to bury you."

Yan Hongzhao’s gaze gradually turned ice cold.

She was genuinely harboring murderous intent now.

This woman, who disregarded others, not valuing respect or human life, she really wanted to kill her outright!

So different from the understanding and clever sister she had heard about!

Yan Hongzhao couldn’t understand at all why her sister would praise such a woman!

The maid behind Miss Song Ning took a defensive stance, slightly shifting to the side so that if Yan Hongzhao made a move, she could react immediately.

"What, scared now, you female bandit? If you kneel down and beg for my forgiveness, I will pretend this never happened. Otherwise, I will make sure your brothers at the foot of the mountain taste what it feels like to wish they were dead."

Hearing such words, the Angel Envoy began to feel a tingling on his scalp.

Had Miss Song Ning lost her mind today? Provoking a murderous female bandit like this, did she truly tire of living!

He looked at Yan Hongzhao, who was brimming with murderous intent, and quickly tried to pacify her: "The Sect Hierarch is already waiting inside the main hall, let’s hurry. Discussing urgent matters is more important. Moreover, the injuries you sustained shouldn’t be delayed; a physician has been arranged over there and is waiting..."

"Angel Envoy, shut up! You turncoat, when is it your turn to play the peacemaker here!" Song Ning snorted coldly, pointing at Yan Hongzhao she sneered: "Go, capture her for me. If she doesn’t kneel and apologize today, this won’t end."

The maid was very obedient to Miss Song Ning and stepped forward intending to restrain Yan Hongzhao.

Yan Hongzhao, unable to bear such affront, without even lifting her eyelids, raised her hand and struck the maid, making her spit blood and fall to the ground.

Just when she needed an excuse, someone handed it to her on a platter.

The incident was finally ready to escalate.

Miss Song Ning couldn’t easily strike back; it was only self-defense against a maid who attempted to attack her.

Thus, Yan Hongzhao had used fifty percent of her strength in that palm strike.

She sent the maid crashing heavily against a pillar, and then the maid collapsed next to Miss Song Ning’s wheelchair, the blood she spewed even splashed onto her shoes.

Miss Song Ning, unable to dodge in time and seeing the bloodstains on her shoes, cursed, "Damn wench, you’ve dirtied my shoes!"

The maid hadn’t even had the chance to react before her face was kicked, not severely, but she looked somewhat dazed.

She wasn’t a puppet, after all; a shred of human emotion still lingered, feeling so degraded, her gaze dulled slightly, but soon returned to her previous expressionless state.

Leaning on the wheelchair, Miss Song Ning watched Yan Hongzhao with a sinister look: "Ignoring a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, just you wait!"

Under the gaze of the Angel Envoy and Yan Hongzhao, she tore her hair, causing it to become very disheveled.

Neither of them understood why.

The Angel Envoy frowned slightly, just about to ask Song Ning not to escalate the situation,

When he saw her begin to shriek at the top of her lungs.

"Help! Someone is trying to kill me! Somebody help, help—"

The desperate cries quickly attracted quite a number of disciples armed with long swords and sabers, making the Angel Envoy’s expression turn somewhat embarrassed.

Yan Hongzhao narrowed her eyes, a flicker of excitement in her gaze.

She could fight and turn the Divine Church of Light upside down, and she had already found herself a reason and had witnesses standing by.

Perfect!

This woman was clearly an ally, and Yan Hongzhao apologized internally for her momentary murderous intent.

The disciples gathered around the corridor, blocking it from both ends.

"Miss, are you alright?

Miss Song Ning, covering her face and weeping, pointed at Yan Hongzhao: "It was her, she wanted to kill me and even hurt my maid."

Upon hearing this, the disciples’ gaze toward Yan Hongzhao became unfriendly.

With clenched fists and trembling arms, the Angel Envoy took several deep breaths before stepping forward to say in a sober tone: "It’s all a misunderstanding, disperse, please."

The big picture involving the Sect Hierarch couldn’t be delayed.

For this, he was willing to confront Song Ning directly.

Recruiting the two thousand bandits from the foothills into the sect would undoubtedly be a great asset for the Divine Church of Light.

This female leader, injured yet still able to knock down a Dead Soldier personally trained by the Sect Hierarch with a single palm strike, had martial strength not to be underestimated.