Sensational! Fake Noble VS Real Genius

Listening to Bian Xingyuan’s words, Madam Bian’s eyes turned red. "My son, don’t be afraid. Mother will stand up for you, and we’ll definitely capture that bitch and make her apologize to you."

As Madam Bian spoke, a trace of ferocity appeared in her eyes.

"I don’t want an apology. I want her dead. No, I want to torture her, destroy her cultivation level, and throw her into a crowd of men." Bian Xingyuan spoke with growing malice in his eyes.

Isn’t that bitch supposed to be so aloof?

He wanted her to suffer endless humiliation.

Hearing this, Madam Bian repeatedly nodded, "Alright, I’ll send someone to capture her right away."

Listening to Madam Bian, Bian Xingyuan didn’t feel better; instead, his hatred grew. He needed an outlet desperately, "I want to capture her myself."

"I want to do it personally."

With that, Bian Xingyuan threw off the quilt and got out of bed.

Although his cultivation level was destroyed, Madam Bian had given him an elixir.

So, Bian Xingyuan’s wounds had nearly healed completely.

However, since his cultivation level was destroyed, his youthful appearance and physique maintained by cultivation had vanished.

Now, Bian Xingyuan looked extremely old and frail, and anyone who didn’t know might think he was Madam Bian’s grandfather.

After getting out of bed, Bian Xingyuan rushed straight out.

But he only managed to run a few steps before falling due to weakness.

Seeing this, Madam Bian quickly helped him up, "Yuan’er, are you alright? Don’t rush, take it slow."

Bian Xingyuan ignored her and sat on the ground, staring blankly at his wrinkled hands. After several seconds, he finally cried out, "Mother."

"Mother, my hands, my hands..."

Bian Xingyuan raised his hands to Madam Bian, "What’s happened to my hands?"

"My... my hair, why is my hair..." Bian Xingyuan couldn’t finish the sentence. Instead, he staggered to his feet and headed toward the dressing table.

Seeing this, Madam Bian cried and pulled him back, "Don’t go, don’t go."

However, Bian Xingyuan still managed to see his reflection in the mirror clearly.

"Ah! Ahhh! How did this happen? How did this happen?"

Then came the sound of shattering glass.

The room was noisy for quite a while; then suddenly, for some unknown reason, the noise gradually subsided.

About half an hour later, Bian Xingyuan, who had regained his youth, walked out of the room with a sinister expression, accompanied by Madam Bian, whose eyes were red and face stern.

**

Gu Zhiqi and Su Yunling originally intended to sneak into the Bian Family directly but decided to enter openly after some thought.

While the guard went to inform them, the two stood at the Bian Family’s entrance.

Not long after, the guard returned, bringing a large group of people. "Young Master, it’s them."

As the guard spoke, Bian Xingyuan’s gaze fell on Gu Zhiqi and Su Yunling. Recognizing Gu Zhiqi, Bian Xingyuan immediately ordered his men, "Arrest them both. The man’s life or death doesn’t matter, but capture the woman alive."

At this point, Bian Xingyuan was completely consumed by hatred, so much so that he didn’t care about Su Yunling standing by and directly ordered the capture.

With Bian Xingyuan’s command, several ancient martial artists he brought along rushed toward Gu Zhiqi and Su Yunling.

Seeing this, Gu Zhiqi and Su Yunling exchanged a silent glance.

A few seconds later, Su Yunling pulled Gu Zhiqi to hide behind him, "Let me handle this one."

Every time something happened, she handled it herself, and Su Yunling felt that, as a boyfriend, he had little presence.