Yama Reborn-Chapter 404 - 401 [My Master’s Wife Can’t Possibly Be This Amazing]

Chapter 404: Chapter 401 [My Master’s Wife Can’t Possibly Be This Amazing]

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Chapter 401: [My Master’s Wife Couldn’t Possibly Be This Awesome]

With a stamp of her foot, Song Qiaoyun executed a hawk’s flip and lightly landed on the rooftop.

Chen Nuo had just reached the courtyard entrance and saw her, his eyes lighting up.

Master’s wife, what great skills!

On the other side, as soon as Situ Beixuan saw Song Qiaoyun on the roof, he slid down another pillar with a whoosh and started sprinting toward the gate.

Upon seeing Chen Nuo face to face, the words that burst forth were, "You scumbag, why are you here? Save me quick!"

Save you?

I’d rather kick you to death!

Chen Nuo had been all smiles, but his mood was instantly soured by being called a scumbag.

The immediate response that almost slipped out was: When you grow up, you’ll still be a shorty!

Indeed, in her past life, Iris’s greatest Achilles’ heel was her height.

This girl went around telling everyone she was one meter sixty, but that was in shoes.

Her actual height was one meter fifty-four.

In her own defense, Iris was proud and unapologetic: "I’m one meter fifty-four, and with high heels, I’m one meter fifty-eight. Rounding up, I tell people I’m one meter sixty. Is there a problem with that?"

***

By now, Situ Beixuan had reached Chen Nuo. Song Qiaoyun, on the rooftop, had already pulled off a tile and was raising her hand.

"Catch my magical treasure! Sky-Burning Demon-Suppressing Seal!"

As the tile, imbued with Qi, shot toward the back of Situ Beixuan’s head, the little girl simply bent down. The tile flew over her head, charging straight towards Chen Nuo’s nose instead.

Chen Nuo waved away the tile, which broke into pieces upon landing, yet his expression changed.

The inner strength contained within it was clearly from the standard Inner Breath technique of the Song Family Fist.

And...

He subconsciously glanced at Old Jiang.

This use of Inner Breath is more impressive than yours...

***

Old Jiang had already leaped up to intercept Song Qiaoyun. He used a Cloud Hand to divert a punch aimed directly at him and shouted, "Qiaoyun, stop!"

Song Qiaoyun’s movements only paused for a second before she followed up with another punch, causing Old Jiang to stagger. The old man quickly bore the pain and tried to embrace her.

The old couple started a tussle in the courtyard, trading punches and kicks.

Chen Nuo watched calmly, in no hurry. He positioned Situ Beixuan behind him and crossed his arms, observing the entanglement between Old Jiang and Song Qiaoyun.

Nearby, San Pangzi, holding Si Yatou, also snuck along the base of the wall and ran over, huddling behind Chen Nuo.

Nangong Yin stood at a corner of the courtyard, repeatedly attempting to join the fray but getting pushed back by the force of the punches each time.

"Kid, come back here," Chen Nuo said with a smile, gesturing to the young man. "They’re husband and wife fighting; don’t get involved. Your martial arts aren’t good enough. You can’t handle it."

Nangong Yin blushed and retreated to Chen Nuo’s side, hesitantly saying, "Chen the Good Samaritan..."

"Call me Uncle Master," Chen Nuo gave the kid a sideways glance. "Who told you to call me that?"

Nangong Yin looked simple and honest as he scratched his head with a harmless smile, but still, he didn’t call out ’Uncle Master’.

Chen Nuo knew that of the four disciples in this sect, from this seemingly simple and honest eldest disciple, Nangong Yin, down to the youngest, Si Yatou, who wore her hair in pigtails...

Not a single one was truly honest and upright!

Chen Dog, being the paragon among dogs, naturally wouldn’t be fooled by Nangong Yin’s seemingly honest appearance. Right now, he was simply too distracted by the brawl in the courtyard to bother arguing with these little rascals.

As he watched, Chen Nuo started to see more clearly.

Mistress Song...

She’s got some real skill!

Old Jiang was clearly giving it his all—although he absolutely couldn’t use the many heavy-handed finishing moves of the sect’s boxing style to subdue his wife.

Yet Old Jiang was already using his full strength in his movements, footwork, and evasive maneuvers.

But...

After just over twenty exchanges, Old Jiang retreated, clutching his nose. Blood streamed from it; he had taken a punch to the face. He twisted his body and charged back in.

After another ten exchanges or so, Old Jiang was kicked in the backside and ended up sprawled on the ground. Song Qiaoyun then simply sat on top of him, her clenched fists thundering down on Old Jiang like drumsticks, pummelling him—BAM! BAM!

Chen Nuo saw this and couldn’t watch anymore.

If this goes on any longer, Old Jiang’s protective Inner Breath will be completely dispersed!

Chen Nuo hurriedly threw down his luggage and shouted, "Mistress Song! If you keep hitting him, you’re going to break him!" With that, he stepped forward.

When Chen Yanluo made his move, his standard routine was a triple threat.

First, he unleashed a Spiritual Storm.

The Spiritual Storm was aimed to assault the opponent’s Consciousness Space, throwing it into turmoil as if hit by a storm, causing immediate disarray.

A setback in consciousness led to a natural pause in their actions.

Second, Chen Yanluo would use his released Mentality Tentacles to bind and pull at the enemy from all directions. Layers of Mentality Tentacles would ensnare and restrict the enemy’s limbs.

The third was a close-range physical attack.

Whether in his past life or this one, Chen Nuo’s combat style had actually never changed. He was most skilled in using his spiritual power, and with this combination of techniques, he could usually defeat an average opponent with just his triple threat and then sound the victory horn.

Of course, dealing with top-notch big shots called for a different mode of combat.

But today, after all, he wasn’t facing Seed, or other Seeds, or Wizards, or any of those other top-tier opponents.

***

When Chen Nuo unleashed a Spiritual Storm, Song Qiaoyun showed no awareness of needing to dodge. She was turned sideways to Chen Nuo, sitting on Old Jiang’s lower back and pummelling his spine like a drum.

As the Spiritual Storm swept over, engulfing both Song Qiaoyun and Old Jiang, Old Jiang, still prone on the ground, felt a sharp stab of pain in his head. He grunted, suddenly dizzy and disoriented.

Meanwhile, Chen Nuo had already enveloped her with densely layered Mentality Tentacles, pulling at Song Qiaoyun’s arms from all directions.

With a thought, he pulled Song Qiaoyun away. As Chen Nuo moved in, he had already grasped her wrist, ready to apply a standard martial art grappling technique to take her down.

But... as soon as his fingers touched Song Qiaoyun’s wrist, Chen Nuo’s heart skipped a beat!

Mistress Song’s wrist was as cold as ice, yet Chen Nuo clearly felt her Inner Breath surging within her like a relentless tide!

Subconsciously raising his eyelids, he saw Song Qiaoyun’s eyes, narrow and coldly fixed on him.

Where was there even a trace of her being affected by the Spiritual Storm?

"Courting death!"

Mistress Song snorted lightly and suddenly flipped her wrist.

Around her body, the air burst with crackling sounds like firecrackers, and Chen Nuo’s released Mentality Tentacles instantly crumbled to pieces!

Now, the one suffering was Chen Nuo.

Countless Mentality Tentacles, all originating from his consciousness and resembling a dense web of spider silk, were all connected to his mind.

With all of them shattered in an instant, it was as if Chen Nuo himself had suffered the impact of a "Spiritual Storm." His Consciousness Space convulsed, and for a fleeting moment, his mind reeled!

Chen Nuo immediately realized this was bad!

But in just that instantaneous moment, by the time Chen Nuo regained his senses, a fist was already right in front of his face...

Chen Xiaoguo: "..."

BANG!

A punch landed on the bridge of his nose, sending Chen Nuo flying backward.

As he flew through the air, blood spurted from his nose.

Chen Nuo landed on his feet, and just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed!!

He felt a torrent of violent Inner Breath raging inside him like a torrential river, on the verge of erupting.

Chen Nuo’s expression flickered several times. He then quickly stomped his foot, digging a pit into the ground. His Consciousness Space began to whirl rapidly. As a high-ranking Controller, he summoned every last bit of his body control.

A series of intense crackling sounds, akin to popping beans, came from under Chen Nuo’s feet. The pit under his feet had exploded into a diameter of over a meter, and the compacted stones and yellow earth laid during the initial construction of the courtyard were blasted into the air!

The stones themselves broke into pieces all over the ground!

Mistress Song’s skill in wielding her Inner Breath... it truly stunned Chen Nuo!

After Song Qiaoyun repelled Chen Nuo with a punch, she didn’t pursue. She saw Chen Nuo standing there, venting the force through the pit, and instead of advancing, she stood with one hand behind her back, the other in front, looking detached and disdainful.

Only after Chen Nuo had completely vented the violent Inner Breath she had forced into his body did Song Qiaoyun speak, her tone cold and utterly different from her usual self.

"I am here to exorcise demons and eliminate evil. What brat dares to obstruct me! Step aside quickly! I do not wish to engage in senseless killing!"

Chen Nuo sighed helplessly. "If I don’t stop you? You’ll beat your own husband to a pulp."

"Nonsense!"

Chen Nuo sighed and jumped out of the pit. He waved the four children away, "All of you, go! Get farther away! ...Huh?"

But as he turned to look back, he saw that Situ Erya and Nangong Yin had already retreated outside the courtyard gate!

"You hold her off for a while, Scumbag! We’re going to find our Mistress!"

With those words, the four children had already run into the woods.

Chen Nuo: "..."

This Qingyun Sect family... not a single loyal one among them!

Lifting his foot to rub his numb ankle, Chen Nuo glanced at Old Jiang, who was still lying there. "Old Jiang, are you okay?"

Lying there, unable to move, Old Jiang barely lifted his finger, waggling it twice.

Chen Nuo felt relieved, then turned his gaze to Song Qiaoyun...

"Mistress Song, can you clear your head for a moment? Even just for an instant..." Chen Nuo said with a wry smile. "This beating is really uncalled for."

He looked around, then with a raise of his hand, an iron shovel hanging on the wall flew into his grip.

Grabbing it with both hands, he held the shovel horizontally. "Mistress Song, I don’t want to fight you either. When you come to your senses later, please don’t blame me."

Song Qiaoyun snorted, completely ignoring Chen Nuo, and moved to chase someone out of the courtyard.

To the left, Chen Nuo stepped sideways and blocked her path.

To the right, Chen Nuo stepped sideways and blocked her path.

A murderous glint flashed in Song Qiaoyun’s eyes. Suddenly, with a light push from her feet, she soared several meters into the air, about to leap over him. But then she saw Chen Nuo jump up too. With a sweep of his shovel, a dense shower of tiles from the roof to their left came flying towards her.

Song Qiaoyun sneered. Still in mid-air, she suddenly twisted her waist, slipped off her jacket, and, holding it open with both hands, twirled it to catch the incoming tiles.

Chen Nuo instantly felt the Inner Breath flow like a tide; over a hundred tiles, as obedient as swallows returning to their nests, all swished into Song Qiaoyun’s jacket, clutched in her hands and amassed into a hefty bundle.

"Here, have them back!"

With another exertion of Song Qiaoyun’s hands, Chen Nuo saw a dark mass of tiles fly at him.

A dense web of Mentality Tentacles appeared before him, shattering the oncoming tiles, but Song Qiaoyun had already charged right up to Chen Nuo!

She reached out and grabbed the handle of Chen Nuo’s shovel, trying to snatch it away, but it didn’t budge an inch.

Song Qiaoyun uttered a "Huh?" Holding the shovel in one hand, she freed the other and threw a punch straight at Chen Nuo’s face.

Chen Nuo turned his head and dodged, swinging the shovel to sweep Song Qiaoyun away. But her body was as light as a breeze; one hand still holding the shovel effortlessly, her body seemed glued to it as Chen Nuo swung.

After a full 360-degree turn, she was still holding the shovel, looking at Chen Nuo with a cold smile.

Chen Nuo didn’t speak; he launched another Spiritual Storm at her, this one more than double the power of the last.

Song Qiaoyun didn’t budge, taking the Spiritual Storm head-on without a flicker of emotion on her face, not even an eyebrow twitching.

Chen Nuo grew even more puzzled. He shook his head. "You want this shovel? Take it."

With that, he let go and quickly retreated, flying back over ten meters. Song Qiaoyun was about to speak when she saw the shovel in her hand... suddenly start to swell!

The wooden handle ballooned as if it were being inflated!

Wooden fibers burst, every detail visible!

Song Qiaoyun’s eyes widened. She instantly let go and swiped with her sleeve. The shovel had just lifted into the air when it exploded.

Countless fine splinters were stretched taut by Chen Nuo’s will, stiff as steel needles, shooting towards Song Qiaoyun.

Song Qiaoyun rapidly retreated, but the numerous splinters relentlessly pursued. No matter how she twisted and turned in mid-air, they clung tightly to her.

"Quite adept at controlling objects," Song Qiaoyun said with a cold laugh, shaking her sleeve. She landed swiftly on the ground, then her left hand shot out and grabbed a bamboo broom hanging on the wall, holding it upside down.

Looking at Mistress Song again...

Chen Nuo, standing at a distance in mid-air, suddenly saw his expression change drastically! A bead of sweat dripped from his forehead!

He blurted out, "Mistress Song! We’re on the same side, don’t be so heavy-handed... HOLY SHIT!!!!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Chen Nuo was already tumbling down from mid-air, his words ultimately trailing off into a "HOLY SHIT."

Song Qiaoyun stood on the ground, gently holding the broom upside down in her left hand. She made a gentle arc with the handle in her grip and then, holding it steady, gazed at Chen Nuo from afar.

A! LIGHT! SINGLE! POINT!

***

A sword like a dragon!

Those were the four words that had suddenly, for some reason, sprung into Chen Nuo’s mind.

He was originally quite a distance away, just watching Song Qiaoyun point at him with that broom.

Then, in an instant, everything felt wrong!

In Chen Nuo’s vision, a strange distortion suddenly appeared.

It was as if his visual focus was entirely concentrated on Song Qiaoyun...

No, to be precise, it was on the broom in Song Qiaoyun’s hand...

...specifically, at the tip of its handle!

His visual focus locked onto this single point, and in an instant, it felt as if everything else in the world around him was instinctively ignored by his eyes and sight.

For Chen Nuo, this feeling was utterly abnormal!

He was a top figure in spiritual power!

This kind of power, strong enough to interfere with my own subjective consciousness, to involuntarily pull and shift the focus of my attention...

The level of this power is definitely not that of an ordinary opponent!

In an instant, Chen Nuo made his judgment!

Exactly how formidable Mistress Song was, he didn’t know.

But this one sword strike...

It’s Controller level!

This strike could kill a Controller!

***

In Chen Nuo’s eyes, the scene at that instant unfolded like this:

With that one point from Song Qiaoyun’s broom handle...

Starting from two meters in front of her feet, the bluestone slabs paving the courtyard ground began to shatter!

The earthen wall of the nearby kitchen to the left silently cracked apart, as if an invisible force had directly crushed and flattened it!

Half of the kitchen collapsed noiselessly!

Then the shattering of the bluestone slabs spread all the way to the main gate of the Qingyun Sect’s courtyard!

The intricate wood carvings turned into wooden threads.

The double gates, along with their bronze-clad corners, and the imposing doorframe and gatehouse, were instantly warped and deformed under the impact of a powerful force.

Their breaking point was reached in an instant, followed by fragmentation. The entire gate flew up, and the nearly two-story-tall gate frame crumbled instantly.

The two wooden doors, bombarded by a torrent of shattered bluestone fragments, were pierced through in mid-air like sieves and then disintegrated!

At that moment, Chen Nuo thought he saw a mass of cyan energy roaring!

Chen Nuo’s exclamation of "HOLY SHIT..." was actually laden with countless emotions.

Especially his resentment towards Old Jiang!

You said your wife was more badass than you.

But... you never said she was THIS badass!

***

Saint Dog’s reaction was quick enough, absolutely world-class. Even before the sword energy arrived, Chen Nuo had already rapidly retreated, simultaneously and unhesitatingly setting up layers of Mentality Cocoon in front of him at high speed!

One layer, two layers, three layers...

The sword energy’s arrival was but a momentary affair.

The main gate crumbled, the slabs shattered, and a transplanted Guest-Welcoming Pine at the entrance was directly severed in half!

A small peach orchard on the hillside was instantly scoured away, leaving a large patch of dark, bare earth!

When the sword energy reached Chen Nuo, it easily penetrated the Mentality Cocoon!

One layer, two layers, three layers...

Chen Nuo backed up twenty-seven steps, forming seventeen layers of Mentality Cocoon.

Only then did he finally block the brunt of its force. At the last moment, Chen Nuo managed to find an opening, twisting aside to let the remnants of the sword energy pass by him.

Behind him, with a loud BOOM, a massive stone that had been transported to the slope outside the Qingyun Sect’s main gate—a decorative boulder as tall as a rockery—

Split in two!!

Chen Nuo looked up again, gazing at Mistress Song in the distance.

Song Qiaoyun looked down, glanced at the broom in her hand, and with a gentle release of her fingers, the broom disintegrated into fine debris, scattering into the wind.

Chen Nuo felt his scalp tingle!!

He was now about fifty meters away from Mistress Song.

Along the path of destruction lay forty-seven shattered bluestone slabs from the courtyard, one main gatehouse.

Two kitchen buildings and one side of a tiled house.

Plus, more than twenty peach trees, and a Guest-Welcoming Pine so thick it would take two people to encircle it.

Just like that...

Gone!

***

Considering Mistress Song’s sword strike just now, by Chen Nuo’s judgment, anyone in the current world below the Controller Realm who encountered it would have only one option: run!

If they tried to withstand it, whoever did would be doomed! If not dead, then crippled!

Even for a Controller, this sword strike could pose a threat to their life!

Chen Nuo had had enough!

He bellowed at the top of his lungs.

"Old Jiang!!!"

He had to curse; he just couldn’t bear it! It was truly intolerable!

Old Jiang, oh Old Jiang!

Is your wife Song Qiaoyun, or the goddamned Li Chungang?!!!