Chapter 23: Staying with the Ji Family?

Ji Tianxin finally felt that she had accomplished what she set out to do, and her mood improved somewhat, her tone softening as well. “You can go check if she’s really dead. If not, I’ll finish her off with another strike.”

Ji Huaili fell silent.

Su Qing stepped forward immediately to check Madam Chen’s breath. “Mistress, she’s dead. Completely dead.”

The old Master Ji could only sigh inwardly. Now he understood—this little girl had returned solely to avenge her mother.

Even if he wanted to intervene, it was too late with Madam Chen already dead. All he could do now was think of a way to remedy the situation.

Such a formidable fighter, and one of their own blood—he had to keep her in the household at all costs.

What’s more, she was his own granddaughter.

The old Master Ji was well aware of what a powerful martial artist could mean for a family. As long as he kept Ji Tianxin here, not only would the Chen family dare not cause any trouble, but no one else would dare in the future, either.

Moreover, for someone so young to possess such profound cultivation, her master must be an extraordinary figure indeed.

If someone like that could be the General’s Mansion’s patron…

And, to think that Ji Yuntian actually had such a genius for a granddaughter—was this not a stroke of luck? There was simply no way he would let her go.

Now that things had already come to this, he had no choice but to step forward. His strong voice, resonant like a great bell, rang through the room so all could hear: “What happened today will not be spoken of by anyone. Not a single word leaves this household! Otherwise, you will be treated as traitors to the General’s Mansion!”

Everyone trembled and fell to their knees. “Yes, sir!”

Hearing the old Master Ji’s decree, Ji Huaili realized he had no other options.

The woman was already dead. No matter how indignant he felt, there was nothing more to be done.

This was his own daughter—was he supposed to kill her now?

Even if he wanted to…even his own father couldn’t stop her, much less himself.

What had happened to this child in the past seven years? Who on earth had taught her? Just how many miraculous pills had she taken to reach such heights?

Ji Tianxin withdrew her gaze from the two corpses on the floor. In a calm voice, she said, “Su Qing, let’s go.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Su Qing nodded, breaking into a cheerful smile.

These master and servant were clearly still children, yet their strength was enough to strike terror into anyone’s heart.

Ji Yuntian saw his son still frozen in place and felt a surge of annoyance. He quickly stepped forward. “Tianxin, you are a child of the Ji family. Now that you’ve returned, why would you leave? This is your home—stay here. Chen Shi and that old servant did terrible things and deserved their fate. You avenged your mother, and that is understandable. Your grandfather will not blame you. Why not stay here in the General’s Mansion?”

He spoke with a broad smile, looking a bit roguish and more than a little ingratiating. As he spoke, he glanced at Ji Huaili, who was still staring in a daze at the corpses.

“Stay here?” Ji Tianxin had never considered that possibility.

She had chosen to return on the anniversary of Li Xiaodie’s death for one reason only: to avenge her.

And to give both Li Xiaodie and her unborn child the justice and recognition they deserved.

This was what they were owed.

After all, this body had once belonged to them, and she had taken it for her own.

So, she had come to repay that debt.

Ji Yuntian now understood—this child had returned simply for revenge, and had never even thought about staying.

He immediately shouted, “Huaili! She’s your daughter—what do you have to say?”

Ji Huaili started, finally looking up at Ji Tianxin at his father’s words.

His gaze was cold and somber. After a long silence, he replied with icy indifference, “What’s done is done. Since you are a child of the Ji family, the Ji family is your home. If you wish to stay, then stay.”

Now that his father had spoken, what else could he say?

He might not welcome this living Buddha, but his daughter was undeniably a Buddha in her own right. What more could he do?