Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1562 - 358: Miss, Where Are You Running?

Upon hearing those words, the ugly girl nearly broke down in tears and snapped back in fury: "How dare you act this way, tormenting even a young girl like me."

Chen Jie paid no attention to her outburst, and by that point, they had left the woods behind. Right then, he sped up, kicked off from an old tree just beyond the forest edge, and swiftly jumped to position himself right in the ugly girl's way.

The ugly girl got a shock and spun around to flee, yet Chen Jie blurred into motion once more to cut off her escape, grinning as he spoke: "Miss Liu, quit resisting. You're wounded. If you keep it up, you could damage your bones and end up with a permanent injury."

Gazing at Chen Jie, the ugly girl replied: "You're just as Aunt Han described, utterly vile and without honor."

Chen Jie chuckled at her words: "Aunt Han, you mean Han Miaozhen? What other things did she mention about me?"

The ugly girl answered: "She warned that you're merciless too, and to steer clear of you no matter what."

Chen Jie responded: "From where she stands, that might hold true, but you don't appear all that scared of me, do you?"

The ugly girl huffed: "Hmph, if not for someone vouching for you, I'd have lumped you in with those imperial dogs hunting me down."

Chen Jie eyed her briefly and commented: "Oh? Someone in the Zoroastrian Sect actually says nice things about me? That's unusual."

The ugly girl shot back: "What's unusual? Even villains have their redeeming qualities, don't they?"

Chen Jie regarded her and asked: "So, what is it you're trying to tell me exactly?"

The ugly girl pleaded: "Just release me. Once I'm back at Bright Peak, I'll speak favorably of you to my grandfather, okay?"

Chen Jie refused: "That won't fly. I intend to trade you for something valuable from your grandfather. Right now, you're worth a lot to me."

As he uttered this, the ugly girl's expression soured, and she accused: "You, you're no better than those despicable imperial hounds. I actually believed you had some decency!"

"Sorry to let you down, but I'm no saint."

With those words from Chen Jie, he prepared to act, but the ugly girl stared wide-eyed and spotted a band of travelers nearby. They looked like wandering Jianghu folk.

In that instant, the ugly girl yelled out desperately: "Ah... Help! Somebody help~"

Catching the ugly girl's plea, the Jianghu group halted in astonishment, whispered among themselves briefly, and approached with weapons drawn, eager to act as rescuers of the damsel.

Before long, the band drew near, and their leader brandished his broad saber while bellowing: "You there, who do you think you are, pulling off such villainy in the light of day? Miss, fear not. With us, the Lantian Thirteen Lang, around, you surely won't..."

"Get lost!"

Seeing these Jianghu meddlers persist, Chen Jie exploded in anger, roared with the might of the Molten Furnace Realm, and a single word hurled the boastful wanderer tumbling back.

It took the man ages to stagger to his feet from the dirt. Once they all rose, they gazed at Chen Jie in sheer terror.

This fellow's might was horrifying—one shout alone blasted them away. His actual power must be utterly fearsome.

Such thoughts filled them with dread, and the group bolted in panic, fleeing helter-skelter.

Chen Jie scanned the area and noticed one Jianghu traveler lugging a large coarse sack, then barked: "Halt."

His thunderous command made the wanderers quake, freezing them in place: "We didn't budge."

"Great hero, what do you require? Name it, name it. Just spare us any harm."

Chen Jie looked them over and demanded: "Hand over that sack to me."

At his words, disbelief washed over them; such an easy demand from Chen Jie prompted them to hurriedly drop the sack at his feet.

Now, they regarded Chen Jie with obsequious grins.

"Beat it."

That single command scattered them like frightened rabbits, vanishing from sight in moments.

In the shadow of death, all codes of Jianghu honor crumble to dust.

Chen Jie eyed the retreating figures, snatched the sack from the ground, inspected its dimensions, and turned to the hesitant ugly girl: "Will you climb in on your own, or must I assist you?"

The ugly girl stared at Chen Jie and declared: "You truly are a villain."

Chen Jie smirked: "Little one, the virtuous meet early graves."

With that, Chen Jie fixed his gaze on the ugly girl and pressed: "I've talked plenty—ready for me to proceed?"

Hearing this, the ugly girl retorted: "You... karma will catch up to you."

Chen Jie laughed it off: "That's hardly your concern."

Finishing his say, Chen Jie struck with fingers swift as a gale and sharp as bolts, sealing the ugly girl's acupoint in a flash, before cramming her into the sack and slinging it over his shoulder.

The girl weighed little, posing no strain for Chen Jie as he bore her.

And so, Chen Jie trekked on with the ugly girl on his back, probably bound for Lantian County.

Lantian stands as an age-old county, famed for its jade that glows warm and misty under the sun's rays.

As he hauled the ugly girl along, Chen Jie couldn't help feeling akin to Ni Wenjun toting the Commandery Princess in tales of old.

"Ow, take it easy."

En route, to ease the tedium, Chen Jie released the ugly girl's mute acupoint. Freed, she unleashed a barrage of grievances against him, lambasting every aspect of his character.

Yet amid the banter, Chen Jie gleaned useful details.

The one praising Chen Jie turned out to be the ugly girl's closest companion, daughter of the previous Zoroastrian Sect leader, Han Shantong—namely, Han Ling’er.

Chen Jie was no stranger to Han Ling’er; they shared history. Long ago in Huangzhou Prefecture, Elder Quan had dragged him to their stronghold there, and without Han Ling’er’s intervention on his behalf, he might not have made it out alive.

Hence, a connection between them truly existed.