Pain!

Such pain!

The indescribable tearing pain throughout her body made Yun Qingwan incredibly restless.

She felt as though her own body didn’t belong to her. With even the slightest movement, it was as if her skin and flesh were being viciously torn, resulting in such excruciating pain that she gasped for cold air.

After a while, she opened her eyes, only to be greeted by the sight of snow flutters and towering city walls.

Everything before Yun Qingwan was utterly unfamiliar. Where was she?

Hadn’t she activated the detonation switch during a mission and perished together with the enemy? Logically, she should have been blown to bits. How was it that she was still able to experience pain?

"Miss San, that brat is still alive. She certainly has a tough life. We just can't seem to end it," came a young woman’s voice from the surroundings.

Swiftly, another young woman stepped forward. She was pretty, looking about fourteen or fifteen, but she had a cruel look in her eyes as she stared at Yun Qingwan, "Miss San, this trash is really still alive."

Next, a girl in a yellow cotton outfit, a white fox fur scarf around her neck, and an exquisite face, stepped forth.

Upon seeing Yun Qingwan lying on the ground with wide-open eyes, the girl imperiously wrinkled her brow and ordered, "Snatch the Liuli Lamp from her pocket, and then whack her on behalf of me. I'd like to see how tough her skin really is, and why we can't seem to beat her to death."

Having said that, a group of maids rushed over, throwing punches and kicks at Yun Qingwan.

However, just as a group of maids were preparing for the next round of bullying, Yun Qingwan, who originally had a listless gaze, suddenly opened her eyes wide. The intent to kill flashed in her eyes. Enduring the severe pain from her body, she picked up two balls of snow from under her, and with the last bit of strength she had, she fiercely threw them at the maids in front of her.

"Ahh...." Several maidservants hit by snowballs lay on the ground, rolling around, leaving a trail of blood wherever they rolled.

"Miss, that worthless... ah..." One maid not hit was speaking to Yun Qingwu, who sat in a large chair, but before she could finish her sentence, she was kicked away by Yun Qianwan.

The kick was ruthless and strong. Yun Qianwan knew, if she didn't exert her full strength, they would turn against her and try to take her life.

Yun Qingwu, who had hot tea in her hand, shook the teacup when she witnessed this scene.

With a "bang," the teacup fell and broke on the ground.

Glaring at the broken teacup, a result of her being distracted by Yun Qianwan's actions, Yun Qingwu's rage surged.

She abruptly stood up, and berated the group of maids, "Bunch of useless things! Can't even handle a piece of trash, what use are you all! Stand aside, let this young lady handle things herself! I want to see what strength this trash has, how thick her skin is!"

"Whoosh...."

"Crack...."

Yun Qingwu pulled out a snake whip from her waist.

With the snake whip in her hand, she threw it out forcefully, and the whip created a long deep mark in the snow.

Yun Qingwu looked satisfactorily at the long whip mark, confident that she could send Yun Qianwan to death with a single whip.

But little did she know, the real Yun Qianwan was dead. The woman standing before her now was a special agent from the 21st century.

Yun Qianwan, clutching her chest, stared vigilantly at Yun Qingwu who was slowly approaching.