The restaurant wasn’t far from Lynn Ning’s villa—just over ten minutes on foot. Ian Song’s flying car was parked in the villa garage, but driving to work would be way too flashy, so Lynn always walked.
In no time, Lynn was back at her front door.
The smart front door slid open automatically as she stepped inside, but her expression subtly changed—alertness flashed across her face.
Normally, her house pet—a leopard-lion—would dash straight to the door to greet her the moment it heard her footsteps. But today, there was no sign of it. What’s more, she could sense two unfamiliar presences inside the villa.
She had cultivation but had never actually fought anyone before. Knowing strangers had broken into her home made her nervous.
She stepped into the living room—and saw two strangers, a man and a woman in black, sitting brazenly on her sofa. The leopard-lion lay nearby, completely lifeless. It was dead!
The sight of the leopard-lion’s corpse instantly enraged Lynn. No matter what, it had been with her for so long—and besides, it was a gift from Ian.
"Who are you? Why did you break into my house?" Lynn demanded coldly.
Around Ian, Lynn was just a clingy little woman—but she’d been mistress of a palace and an imperial consort for years, so she’d long since developed her own aura and authority. The moment she got angry, the man and woman on the sofa felt a wave of pressure and instinctively stood up, their eyes growing serious.
The next moment, the man forced a polite smile: "Miss Lynn Ning, right? We’d like you to come with us."
"Why?" Lynn asked coldly.
"You don’t need to know that much. Just come with us."
The other woman suddenly cut in. She’d just been cowed by Lynn’s aura and was feeling pretty resentful—especially since Lynn’s looks and temperament were way above hers, which stung her pride. Instinctively, she felt a surge of hostility toward Lynn.
Lynn’s expression turned even colder, a frosty layer settling over her beautiful face. "You break into my house, kill my pet, and still expect me to go with you? Who gave you the nerve?"
"I’d advise you to be sensible—otherwise you’ll just suffer more!" the woman sneered. Both she and her partner were secret bodyguards cultivated by the Tian Clan, each with First-Level War Saint strength.
Sure, Lynn looked out of the ordinary, but she was only seventeen or eighteen at most. No matter how strong she was, how strong could she be? At best, she’d be War General level.
The man beside her noticed his partner was provoking Lynn—and for some reason, he started feeling uneasy.
So he added, "Miss Lynn Ning, as long as you cooperate, we won’t hurt you!"
"Who sent you?" Lynn asked.
"You don’t have the right to know. I’ll ask you one last time—are you coming or not?" the woman snapped.
"Enough talk—just make your move!" Lynn said coolly, a hint of excitement flickering in her eyes. She’d been cultivating all this time but had never actually fought anyone. Finally, she had a chance.
"Hmph, clueless!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman’s figure vanished and reappeared behind Lynn, slamming a palm toward her back. She’d been ordered to capture Lynn alive, not kill her, so she held back—the strike was only meant to seriously injure.
Seeing the attack about to land, Lynn—who had no real battle experience—instinctively activated her true qi barrier.
Bang!
The woman’s palm landed on Lynn’s back, but things didn’t go as she’d expected. Instead of hurting Lynn, a wave of rebound force shot through her arm, leaving her hand numb.
Right then, Lynn struck back.
A dreamy palm shadow appeared, leaving the woman momentarily dazed—then Lynn’s delicate hand slammed into her chest.
Bang!
The woman’s body flew out of the villa’s living room, crashing straight onto the open ground outside.
"Wah!"
The woman spat out a mouthful of blood, her face instantly growing weak and pale.
"So you’re this weak!"
Watching her enemy cough up blood, Lynn couldn’t help but feel excited. She didn’t realize that she’d trained with the highest-level cultivation methods and martial arts—personally selected by Ian Song to suit her. Her strength was top-tier even among Grandmasters, though her lack of combat experience meant she could only use half her power at best!
Hearing Lynn’s words, the woman tried to steady herself—but couldn’t help spitting out another mouthful of blood.
Bang!
Just then, a figure silently appeared behind Lynn and threw a punch.
After being ambushed once, Lynn was much more alert. So when the man tried to sneak up on her, she used Featherwing Steps—a movement technique Ian had tailored just for her.
Her body floated aside, dodging the punch and instantly appearing behind her attacker.
But this man was much more experienced in real combat—he spun around and unleashed dozens of punches in rapid succession.
His punches came like wildfire, sweeping toward her with a roar.
But he still couldn’t touch Lynn—she dodged again with Featherwing Steps.
She kept circling around him with Featherwing Steps, while he launched attack after attack—none of which could even touch her, not even the hem of her dress.
After a few exchanges, he realized Lynn had almost zero combat experience—but her strength was terrifying. If he were up against someone equally skilled and experienced, he wouldn’t last three moves.
And the footwork Lynn used was extraordinary—no matter how he attacked, he couldn’t land a single blow.
So after a while, he deliberately left a few openings, hoping she’d attack.
But Lynn ignored them completely, just circling him with her movement technique—leaving him frustrated.
As she kept moving, Lynn grew more and more familiar with Featherwing Steps.
Finally, she decided to try attacking first.
As a late-stage Grandmaster, releasing true qi outside her body was easy—she could attack from over ten meters away without breaking a sweat.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After taking several of Lynn’s ranged attacks, the man’s muscles were numb all over. He was starting to panic—if this kept up, he’d be finished.
He decided to retreat, sending out a palm strike to cover his escape. But after dozens of exchanges, Lynn had gained some combat experience—she stayed right on his tail, firing off more ranged palm strikes.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He barely dodged one palm strike, but the other two hit him square in the chest and lower abdomen, sending him crashing to the ground with a scream.
Seeing this, Lynn couldn’t help but break into a triumphant smile.