The First Summoner - Chapter 53

How could a worthless girl like Shen Yan possibly wield spiritual fire?

Disbelief filled Third Elder Shen’s eyes. He was not the only one left dumbfounded; the crowd gathered outside the residence was equally shocked.

After all, everyone knew Shen Yan was worthless!

“Shen Yan, she…”

“She can cultivate?!”

The Shen disciples had been tormented by the flames. Only after extinguishing them did they realize that the supposedly worthless Shen Yan had launched the attack.

The Third Elder pointed at her, eyes wide. “Shen Yan, what kind of demonic art did you use?”

Her face was cold. “Third Elder Shen, your old eyes have truly failed you. I used spiritual power, of course. Once I left your Shen family, I became capable of cultivating.”

The expressions of the Third Elder and his companions changed sharply.

Shen Yan could truly cultivate?

If word spread, everyone in the imperial capital would be stunned.

After the initial shock, the Third Elder regained a measure of calm and sneered. “Even if you can cultivate, Shen Yan, you will still cough up those fifty thousand taels of gold!”

He personally reached out to seize her.

Shen Yan dodged at once.

At the same time, she clenched her fingers into a fist. Powerful flames instantly engulfed it, and she struck at the Third Elder without hesitation.

He had never taken Shen Yan seriously. Even if she could cultivate, he believed she could be no higher than the first level of the Yellow-rank realm.

But—

When the phantom of a flaming fist thundered toward him, he sensed danger.

He hurriedly dodged.

Even so, the flames struck his shoulder.

Bang!

The Third Elder frowned as pain tore through his arm.

Shen Yan’s voice dripped with mockery. “If you want to recover fifty thousand taels of gold from me, fine. Have Shen Xue—”

“Shut up!” the Third Elder cried in panic.

He erupted with a mighty pressure that swept toward Shen Yan, trying to silence her by force.

But then—

An even more powerful pressure struck back.

With a bang, the Third Elder was blasted away and slammed into the ground.

Tan Zhuang immediately appeared behind Shen Yan. Tall and sturdy as a hill, he made her look especially slender and delicate.

Blood seeped from the Third Elder’s mouth. Clutching his aching chest, he looked toward the source of that overwhelming force.

“Who are you?!”

Tan Zhuang’s voice boomed. “I am Tan Zhuang, a guard hired by the young lady. As long as I am here, none of you will harm a single hair on her head!”

The Third Elder’s expression shifted repeatedly.

Tan Zhuang was powerful—at the very least, more powerful than he was.

Shen Yan’s merciless gaze settled on the Third Elder.

“Uncle Zhuang, please give him a beating.”

“Yan—Young Lady, as you command!”

Tan Zhuang rolled his shoulders, then strode toward the fallen elder.

The Third Elder panicked. He scrambled upright and snarled at Shen Yan, “Shen Yan, you dare? Is this how you treat your elders?”

Her eyes were cold and indifferent. “What kind of elder are you? You’re nothing but a scoundrel who came here to cause trouble.”

The Shen disciples erupted in outrage.

“Shen Yan, you dare insult the Third Elder and order a servant to attack him? You’re rebelling!”

“Even if you’re no longer worthless, someone with no respect for rank or seniority will never return to the Shen family!”

Shen Yan turned toward them. “Don’t make me hit you.”

“You? As if!”

The disciples sneered. Even knowing she could cultivate, they still looked down on her. Her flames had injured them only because they had been careless and allowed her sneak attack to succeed.

Could she actually defeat them in a fair fight?

The very idea was laughable.

Shen Yan’s eyes steadily chilled. She did not restrain herself. Raising one hand, she condensed a fireball whose mighty aura radiated terrifying pressure.

The disciples’ contemptuous expressions froze.

Shen Yan’s cultivation…

She was neither at the first nor the second level of the Yellow-rank realm!

Just then, a miserable scream came from the Third Elder.

The disciples turned. Tan Zhuang was beating their elder into the ground, leaving him utterly incapable of fighting back. Their hearts sank.

Just how strong was Tan Zhuang?!

Before they recovered, Shen Yan attacked.

The fireball flew into their midst and exploded. Sparks scattered in every direction.

Several disciples were blasted to the ground.

“Hongri.”

Hongri, still reeling from one shocking revelation after another, abruptly came to her senses and understood her mistress’s meaning.

“Yes, Miss!”

She summoned her sword and charged the Shen disciples, determination on her face.

Hongri’s cultivation was not high, but her skill with the sword allowed her to tie down two disciples.

Shen Yan, meanwhile, had reached the sixth level of the Yellow-rank realm, higher than every Shen disciple present. Her attacks were swift, ruthless, and precise. In less than fifteen minutes, she had left all of them grievously wounded on the ground and unable to resist.

The bloodstained Crimson Flame Dagger in her hand became their nightmare.

The disciples stared in terror.

“No—”

Shen Yan shaved their hair into jagged, hideous patches.

She looked down at them coldly. “Since you enjoy mocking others so much, you can experience what it feels like to be mocked yourselves.”

Their faces stiffened.

“Shen Yan, you bitch!” A pale-faced male disciple cursed in humiliated fury.

The moment the words left his mouth, Shen Yan’s ice-cold gaze fell upon him. He felt as if he had plunged into a frozen abyss.

Panic seized him.

“Don’t come closer!”

Shen Yan slowly crouched and held the tip of her dagger just above the line of his mouth.

The disciple nearly wet himself. His eyes bulged with terror.

“I… I…”

A woman’s sharp cry rang out.

“Sister Yan’er, stop!”

Shen Xue and her companions were hurrying toward them.

The disciple’s eyes lit as though salvation had arrived. He turned toward Shen Xue and cried, “Eldest Young Lady, save me… Aaaah!”

Shen Yan’s blade fell.

Both corners of his mouth split open. Blood poured down his face, making the wound horrifying to behold.

Shen Yan unhurriedly wiped the Crimson Flame Dagger clean on his chest.

“I told you—curse me when I’m in a bad mood, and I’ll ruin your mouth.”

The disciple’s face twisted in agony. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he could not say another word. He looked at Shen Yan as if staring at a demon.

The fallen disciples trembled in terror and instantly fell silent.

Shen Yan was a madwoman!

She had gone insane!