Chapter 5: The Useless Third Miss

Luo Yi wished she could slap Luo Xia to death. Luo Xia was truly bold—how dare she lie? Their grandfather detested lies above all else. Now, Luo Xia was as good as dead!

Luo Yi flung Luo Xia to the ground.

If Luo Xia hadn’t secretly circulated her energy in time, she would surely have been injured by the fall!

Nevertheless, she continued her act, lying motionless on the floor.

“Could that useless thing have died from the fall?” Luo Mei gloated. If this good-for-nothing died, it would save everyone so much trouble, and the Luo family wouldn’t have to suffer such shame.

Luo Yi kicked Luo Xia. “She won’t die.”

Fortunately, Luo Xia anticipated her movement and shifted her body ever so slightly; otherwise, she would definitely have sustained internal injuries from that kick!

Good for you, Luo Yi. I’ll remember this debt, you witch!

Luo Yue spoke with irritation, “Sister, have Xiao Man and Xiao Die carry her to the main hall.”

Luo Rong sneered, “I truly don’t understand why Grandfather wants to see her. She’s got such nerve, daring to lie—better to just kill her and be done with it.”

Luo Xiang agreed, “Exactly. If I were her, I’d have killed myself already. Living with such disgrace!”

Luo Yi scanned the room quickly. “Where are Xiao Man and Xiao Die?”

Luo Xia sneered to herself. Those two had long since vanished into thin air, not even a trace left—what was the point of searching?

She continued playing dead.

Two maids came to drag her from the small house.

Luo Yi glanced around the room again, but found no sign of Xiao Man or Xiao Die. Fuming, she swept out of the room. Perhaps the two girls had already run off; her first priority now was to watch Luo Xia make a fool of herself.

In the grand hall of the Luo residence, the family patriarch, Luo Jingfeng, was ablaze with fury.

Every member of the Luo family, old and young, knelt trembling on the floor, their courage drained away.

An assassin—such a grave matter! And the assassin had even threatened to kill Luo Jingfeng. How could he not be enraged? Not only that, the assassin had attempted to steal his elixirs. His seventh-grade pills were worth a fortune in the Kingdom of Tianyou, affordable only to the most illustrious figures!

But that wasn’t the main issue. The crux of the matter was that, even after searching the Luo estate several times, not a single trace of the assassin could be found. So Luo Yi claimed that Luo Xia had lied to avoid the spiritual power test.

She insisted that Luo Xia had lied, and with no witnesses, Luo Xia was surely doomed!

Predictably, the patriarch exploded with rage!

In the Kingdom of Tianyou, Luo Jingfeng’s status was unmatched—even the emperor treated him with the utmost respect. No one dared lie in his presence!

Thus, the sisters volunteered to drag Luo Xia in to confess her crime.

But the patriarch’s anger only grew. No one in the hall dared to speak; cowed by his authority, everyone knelt, quaking with fear.

As Luo Xia neared the grand hall, she could feel a murderous aura thick in the air!

This was the presence of a true powerhouse!

Compared to the one in the small house earlier, she couldn’t say who was stronger.

Either way, they were both formidable. With her current abilities, she had no way of telling.

The two maids tossed Luo Xia onto the floor.

To make her act convincing—and especially in front of this patriarch—she dared not take any risks.

“Grandfather, it was Luo Xia who lied. She tried to avoid the test and had the gall to deceive you, throwing the whole household into chaos. It’s truly outrageous! If she isn’t punished, how can we uphold discipline?” Luo Yi, though aware of her grandfather’s wrath, still pressed her accusation.

She hoped her grandfather would vent his fury on Luo Xia—then Luo Xia would be finished.

Luo Xia sneered inwardly. Luo Yi was too malicious, trying to use their grandfather’s hand to rid herself of her. Dream on!

Thankfully, she still had a trump card.

“Grandfather, Luo Xia is just playing dead for fear of your anger,” Luo Mei added, shooting Luo Xia a smug glance. That girl was as good as dead!

“Grandfather, we all heard her admit it just now,” Luo Yue piped up. He didn’t care much for Luo Yi, but she was favored by their grandfather, and since they were both legitimate heirs, he had to side with her—best to remove that useless Luo Xia.

Luo Jingfeng cast a cold glance over the group, clearly furious at this outcome.

What had become of the Luo family? It was one thing to fail to produce a genius, but now there was in-fighting!

He’d only secluded himself for ten years and the family had fallen to ruin. Luo Anrong had disappointed him deeply.

Luo Rong and Luo Xiang wanted to fabricate more evidence, but the patriarch spoke, “Luo Xia, stop pretending. Get up!”

His voice was like thunder, deafening to the ears; Luo Xia’s head buzzed as if it would explode!

No wonder he was an eighth-rank powerhouse—he saw through her act with just a glance.

Luo Xia dared not feign any longer and slowly got to her feet.

Luo Yi and the others sneered, looking triumphantly at Luo Xia.

Now she was doomed!

Tears streamed down Luo Xia’s small face, making her look pitiful and vulnerable. “Grandfather…”

Still acting spoiled? That was the greatest taboo in the patriarch’s eyes!

He despised anyone who lied and then tried to play the victim.

Everyone could already imagine Luo Xia’s miserable fate.

After all, a useless girl with not a trace of spiritual power would be regarded by the patriarch as worthless refuse, to be cast aside.

“Where is the assassin?”

To everyone’s astonishment, the patriarch, after a moment of silent scrutiny, asked this question.

His voice, though soft, was as sharp as the keenest blade, piercing every heart in the hall!

Could it be that there really was an assassin?

Luo Anrong was stunned!

Everyone else was equally dumbfounded!

Luo Yue and his brothers stared at Luo Xia in disbelief. They had thought she was doomed and the family’s shame would be washed away, but now the patriarch’s words had given her a glimmer of hope!

If she hadn’t lied, would the patriarch’s wrath fall on them instead?

Luo Xia hadn’t expected her grandfather to ask such a question. She had been preparing for a dramatic performance, but it seemed that wasn’t necessary at all.

“A peak eighth-rank expert came. He could have wiped out the entire Luo family!”

The patriarch’s voice was calm, but his words fell like a bombshell among them.

In the Kingdom of Tianyou, those who reached the peak of the eighth rank could be counted on one hand.

Not even the patriarch could defeat such a person.

Everyone turned pale with fright.

Fortunately, the assassin hadn’t acted—otherwise, would any of them still have their heads?

Luo Xia’s eyes lit up at this—was the black-clad man even stronger than her grandfather? How intriguing.

Luo Yi was the first to recover. “Grandfather, why would this person break into Luo Xia’s room? Could she be conspiring with him?”

Luo Xia deliberately trembled in fear, looking pitifully at Luo Yi and stammered, “Big Sister, why would you falsely accuse me? Is it because you usually despise me and sent someone to frame me?”

Luo Yi hadn’t expected this useless girl to bite back! Her face turned livid with rage. “You little wretch, what nonsense are you spouting?”

After all, how could a nobody like Luo Xia know anyone of importance? Luo Yi, on the other hand, was a disciple of the Wu Lei Organization—a renowned elite group on the continent that only accepted hidden talents. It was no surprise if they had several eighth-rank experts.

All eyes turned suspiciously to Luo Yi. If there really was an assassin, it was strange there was no trace left, and that he only visited Luo Xia’s courtyard—something didn’t add up.

Luo Yi was beside herself with anger. She’d intended to frame Luo Xia, but had been outmaneuvered instead!

No one was more shocked than Luo Anrong. Normally, he turned a blind eye to such domestic squabbles; a useless girl like Luo Xia dying would save the family from disgrace. But the patriarch’s attitude toward Luo Xia seemed different.

Surely he wouldn’t let the Luo family’s pride, Luo Yi, be implicated.

“Father, what do you think of this assassin business?”

Luo Anrong was shrewd. Children always said whatever came to mind, not to be taken seriously. Just as Luo Xia was about to retort, he cut in ahead.

Luo Jingfeng fixed Luo Xia with a piercing gaze. Upon noting she still had no spiritual power, disappointment welled up inside him. His tone grew severe, “Did the assassin use Bone-Melting Powder?”

Luo Xia sobbed, “Grandfather, how could I know anything about Bone-Melting Powder? But Xiao Man and Xiao Die’s bodies turned to green smoke the instant he scattered his powder—then they were gone.”