Release the Heroine, Let Me Handle This

Chapter 119: Being a Rogue Isn't Easy

"You must be joking, sir."

"I never joke about such matters. Logically, having trespassed Asura Hall twice and offended you all, some punishment is due," Ye Wenxin explained with a smile, noting the disciples' skeptical expressions.

The clever female disciple again bowed to Ye Wenxin, pressing, "Sir, you should be honest. This sounds odd."

"Think about it. I stayed hidden, so my friend might suspect I'm a coward and cut ties. If he wakes up to find us both captured, he won't suspect I betrayed him," Ye Wenxin reasoned, drawing mixed reactions from the disciples—unsure whether to call her a hypocrite or a genuine scoundrel for such an odd escape plan.

"You should know, our dungeon is as formidable as any sect's. If you're imprisoned, escape is unlikely," the female disciple warned. Though capturing Ye Wenxin would be satisfying, she feared chaos if Ye Wenxin disrupted the dungeon, leading to potential punishment from Senior Sister Qian Bingxue.

"Rest assured, if I escape, it'll just be with my friend—no harm to your sect. I may be a flower thief, but I have standards," Ye Wenxin teased, mocking Zhao Teddy's lack of ethics.

The disciples didn't catch Ye Wenxin's sarcasm but accepted her claim as a flower thief. Unable to decide, they sought guidance from Fourth Senior Sister Wang Baiwan.

"You've got guts," the large woman remarked upon hearing their report, intrigued by Ye Wenxin's calm demeanor.

"No choice—I love romance, and your furnace skills are impressive."

"Then, care to try me?" Wang Baiwan challenged, her round face smiling but her eyes filled with menace.

Ye Wenxin, unfazed, picked up a leaf, proposing, "If you withstand one move, I'll be your furnace. How about it?"

Masked, her eyes were visible, revealing a chilling aura.

"Don't underestimate Asura Hall," Wang Baiwan's smile faded, replaced by hostility. Her whip cracked, creating a massive hole in the roof with a flick.

Her strength was immense, enough to smash bones if Ye Wenxin were ordinary.

"Let's see who underestimates whom," Ye Wenxin retorted, flicking the leaf. Instantly, a powerful gust transformed it into a translucent tiger.

The tiger, lifelike and imposing, seemed real.

Wang Baiwan struggled to repel the tiger, retreating three steps before spitting blood. Supported by others, she barely stayed upright.

The leaf drifted down, as if the tiger was merely an illusion born of fear.

"Sword intent," Wang Baiwan muttered, complex emotions on her face.

Rumors claimed mastery allowed killing with a leaf, and this seemingly young man wielded such power and sword intent—a feat for the exceptional.

"Sister, are you okay?"

"I'm fine... Thank you for your mercy, senior," Wang Baiwan bowed, her arrogance gone.

Ye Wenxin smiled, equally surprised.

Bored, she'd practiced the Nine Tribulations to Vanquish Evil spell from Fairy Feng Ya. Despite only mastering the first layer with restrained cultivation, she could manifest sword intent—a testament to the spell's legendary power.

Meanwhile, two forces clashed within her dantian—the demonic Burial Blossom and Feng Ya's spell, causing discomfort and internal strife.

Wang Baiwan led the way with Zhao Teddy in tow, while Ye Wenxin lagged, using the Burial Blossom to purge remnants of Feng Ya's spell.

Soon, they reached the dungeon. Ye Wenxin stretched, feigning nonchalance, observing the male prisoners.

Each furnace was well-groomed, some quite attractive—proof of the disciples' refined taste.

Wang Baiwan opened a small cell, tossing Zhao Teddy inside and respectfully inviting Ye Wenxin in.

Hours later, Zhao Teddy awoke, and Ye Wenxin recounted his ordeal.

"Captured by that woman, begging for mercy, even shouting 'yamete,' yet she stripped me of my dignity..."

Ye Wenxin's vivid tale mirrored Zhao Teddy's real struggle with Wang Baiwan. Uneasy, he shifted topics, "Was your captor slim and pretty?"

For a moment, Ye Wenxin wanted to kick him but, recalling Zhao Teddy's traumatic experience, described the female disciple vaguely.

"Slender, a mole by the eye, brown hair..."

Zhao Teddy, envious, spotted a girl matching the description.

"Does she wear a red belt?" Zhao Teddy asked, pointing behind Ye Wenxin.

Turning, Ye Wenxin saw the familiar face.

A classic beauty with a tear mole, glaring at Ye Wenxin, visibly annoyed.

"How coincidental," Ye Wenxin mumbled.

She'd noticed the dungeon guard but hadn't interacted, not recognizing her until now.

Regretting her detailed description, Ye Wenxin faced the woman's anger.

"You... scoundrel," the girl huffed, stepping away to avoid further vulgarity.

Ye Wenxin sighed, turning to see Zhao Teddy's tearful gaze.

"Brother Liangchen, both transmigrators, yet our fortunes differ so greatly!" Zhao Teddy lamented, tears of frustration over his harsh lessons in this world.

"You've done well—surviving so much. Your future girlfriend is lucky," Ye Wenxin consoled, though Zhao Teddy sulked, pondering life against the wall.

Ye Wenxin approached the female disciple.

"May I know your name, miss?"

She glared but answered, "Xi Mengxuan."

"A lovely name. I'm Ye Liangchen," Ye Wenxin introduced, watching Xi Mengxuan shift warily, sensing her caution.

"No need to fear—I'm caged. How could I bother you?" Ye Wenxin chuckled at Xi Mengxuan's guarded stance.

"I heard your conversation clearly," Xi Mengxuan replied, blushing at Ye Wenxin's earlier words.

"Miss Xi, you don't seem to belong here," Ye Wenxin mused aloud.

Xi Mengxuan's expression turned curious yet wary, leaning back slightly.

"Oh? Where do you think I belong?"

Ye Wenxin didn't answer, inhaling a faint scent from Xi Mengxuan. As an alchemist, she recognized the smell of Baishou grass, an ingredient for spirit beast pills, favored by herbivores.

Asura Hall banned spirit beast cultivation, suggesting Xi Mengxuan secretly kept herbivores.

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