I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 842: Cruel and heartless girl, who are you?

an arrogant and wonderful young woman wielding a silver whip led a group of servants toward this place. she used the whip to smash nearby bricks, tiles, pots, and even medicinal herbs along the way.observing the destroyed medicinal fields in the distance, barbara asked gloomily. these fields represented her mentor’s hard work; if song qing’er’s actions were discovered, it would undoubtedly lead to severe consequences. barbara couldn’t afford to anger her mentor if she wished to continue practicing in the barbarian god peak.

ah, man gazed at her without expression. behind song qing’er was a peak master, a well-known second-generation figure in the barbarian god sect, who was notorious for being arrogant and domineering. moreover, song qing’er and zhao xuan, who had been pursuing her, were childhood friends.

ah, man only had her mind set on cultivation and reviving the barbarian tribe, paying no attention to zhao xuan. however, he pursued her relentlessly, leading to song qing’er causing trouble for her.

song qing’er’s gaze lingered on barbara’s delicate features, and a hint of jealousy flashed across her finely crafted facial features. she then shifted her attention to barbara’s exceptionally slender legs, struggling to conceal her envy.

zhao xuan indeed had good taste; compared to ordinary human females, barbara’s appearance and figure stood out like a crane among chickens.

song qing’er sneered coldly.

ah, man continued to stare at her expressionlessly, her eyes assessing the several servants behind her. she contemplated how to deal with this trouble today. she would have found a way to eliminate song qing’er if it were outside the barbarian god sect. however, even if her mentor were present within the sect, she couldn’t harm song qing’er.

“hehe, stop looking. i know your mentor left the barbarian god sect this morning to

with a contorted and agonized expression, song qing’er, fearing for her life, hastily poured out a small pill and swallowed it. only then did the unbearable itchiness subside. she felt as if she had survived a calamity.

barbara declared as she observed song qing’er, who was now lying on the ground, pale and gasping for air.

watching song qing’er, now in a state of terror and panting heavily, barbara approached her, crouched down, and then grabbed her hair. on her calm face, there was a bone-chilling coldness and indifference.

song qing’er, having grown up in a sheltered environment, had never experienced anything like this before. her expression was full of fear as she hastily promised, afraid of being too slow.

“leave with your people,” ah man said, releasing her hair. “and make sure to fix the destroyed medicinal fields for me.”

barbara let out a sigh of relief only after song qing’er and her entourage hurriedly left. however, looking at the wrecked pottery and herbs around her, she couldn’t help but furrowed her brows with a hint of helplessness.

she could only use this method to intimidate song qing’er. thanks to the knowledge passed down by her tribe’s elder, who was well-versed in various medicinal principles, barbara excelled in understanding different herbs’ properties and had remarkable poison-crafting skills.

however, as barbara returned to her courtyard, her expression suddenly became alert, staring at the closed door.

the next moment, accompanied by a clear and warm male voice, the courtyard seemed to enter a peculiar state. wind, time, and space appeared to freeze.

the door opened independently, revealing a young man wearing a simple, azure silk garment. at this moment, everything seemed to come to a standstill in the presence of this man, as if the world itself paused in acknowledgment of his existence.

the young man in the simple green silk clothes smiled gently, his eyes profound. he looked at barbara and said, “i am just a passerby. you don’t need to be alarmed. i sensed a commotion and came to see if anyone needed help.”