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nClean Up and Leave

nHe felt frustrated by Gu Qingluan’s attitude, but for the sake of long-term benefits, he suppressed his anger.

n“Alright, alright, let’s not bring it up. Luan’er, can you tell me who taught you such skills? Your father should be grateful to him.”

n“Are you free right now?”

nGu Zhicheng was taken aback.

n“Instead of packing your luggage, is the head of the Gu family planning to stay at my house and not leave?”

n“What do you mean? Are you trying to drive us away?” Gu Zhicheng couldn’t control his rising voice.

nGu Qingluan burst into laughter. “If the head of the Gu family wants everyone in Tianjing to know that you were ‘driven’ out by me, I don’t mind stretching my muscles and bones.”

nThe word “driven” was emphasized.

nGu Zhicheng didn’t expect her to be so ruthless. He had thought that she would coax her and change the plaque back.

nIf they were to be chased out, they would truly become a joke to the entire Tianjing!

n“Gu Qingluan, why have you become so unreasonable!” Gu Zhicheng shouted angrily.

nGu Qingluan stepped aside, wrinkling her brows in disgust. “The head of the Gu family should speak in a civilized manner and not spray saliva everywhere.”

nGu Zhicheng was infuriated, his eyes turning red. “You…”

n“Furthermore, I’m not deaf. There’s no need to be so loud. Others might think you’ve gone mad,” she added.

n“You insolent girl! Do you really think I can’t deal with you?”

nWhen one became extremely angry, he could lose his rationality.

nGu Zhicheng shouted loudly, his robe billowing, and a flash of white light emanated from his palm, shooting towards the other person.

nThe nearby servants couldn’t help but hold their breath, their eyes gleaming as they watched intently.

nThe family head was a Tier Four expert, and Gu Qingluan used to be considered worthless. Even if she had grown stronger now, she couldn’t possibly match the family head!

nThe family head must have been lenient with her in the past!

nThe family head needed to teach her a lesson swiftly!

nGu Qingluan maintained her composure as he charged towards her, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

nSo, the old fool can’t handle a little provocation, huh? He couldn’t keep up the pretense for long?

nRaising her hand as if swatting a fly, she delivered a resounding slap to Gu Zhicheng’s face.

nThe palm strike generated a surprisingly loud sound upon impact.

nGu Zhicheng was sent flying backward.

nThe surrounding servants were left dumbfounded.

nThe… the family head was slapped away?

nHe was a Tier Four expert!

nAnd he was effortlessly slapped away like that?

nThe servants gazed at Gu Qingluan’s right hand as she retracted it.

nThat hand was exquisitely beautiful, slender, and fair, as if untouched by the passage of time, delicate and flexible.

nMany people couldn’t believe what they were witnessing. They rubbed their eyes, but the reality remained unchanged.

nTerrifying! Utterly terrifying!

nThe servants struggled to swallow their saliva, their courage shattered, their legs too weak to flee.

n“Family head! Are you alright, family head?” The steward was the first to react, overcoming his fear as he hurried to assist Gu Zhicheng.

nGu Zhicheng was helped to his feet, feeling dizzy and disoriented, a buzzing sound ringing in his ears.

nA distinct palm print swelled prominently on his left cheek, presenting a ridiculously comical sight.

nThe servants wanted to laugh, but they did not dare to.

n“Pff!”

nSomeone laughed. Who had the guts to laugh at the family head?

nOh, so it was the young miss!

nThe servants looked numb.

n“Family head, family head, what happened to you! Someone help, the family head has fainted! Quickly call for a doctor!”

nJust at that moment, Gu Zhicheng suddenly collapsed, and the steward shouted at the top of his lungs.

nGu Qingluan glanced meaningfully at the fallen Gu Zhicheng, who was leaning on the steward.

nA Tier Four cultivator wouldn’t be knocked unconscious by her single slap.

nHe was pretending to be unconscious because he couldn’t defeat her.

nGu Qingluan chose not to expose his pretense and left calmly.

nGu Zhicheng was helped back to the main house.

nHe slowly opened his tightly closed eyes.

nThe steward exclaimed in relief, “Family head, you’re awake! That’s great!”

n“Shut up! Hiss!” Gu Zhicheng winced as he covered his swollen and throbbing left cheek, his expression turning grim. “What just happened must not be spread. If it does, I’ll end his life!”

n“I understand,” the steward nodded vigorously.

nThe reputation of the family head would be severely tarnished if news of this incident got out.

nHowever, the steward couldn’t help but wonder, now that the young miss had returned, would the family head’s prestige hold any significance in the future?

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