Supreme Vision Master Chapter 2 - 2 2 Genius Waste

2: Chapter 2 Genius Waste Editor: Henyee Translations Zhenyan Continent, located at the extreme western edge.

Dongli Country, Jiuyu Mountain.

“Ah!

Who are you people?” A maiden, adorned in opulent and intricate pink garments, was forcefully sent to the ground.

Her Dantian felt a sharp blow, and as it happened, all the Qi within her body began to rapidly dissipate.

In a mere moment, she plummeted from the peak of Ninth Rank Martial Artist status to that of an ordinary person.

The young lady lay weakly upon the earth, her gaze fixed upon the cadre of men clad in black who had materialized around her, utterly bewildered as to their origin.

The location of her secluded breakthrough was a place of extreme secrecy, known to scarcely any soul save a select few.

Given the sheer immensity of Jiuyu Mountain, why had these individuals specifically targeted her?

Furthermore, their assault was so merciless and underhanded, directly shattering her cultivation foundation?

Swiftly, her inquiry found its answer.

“Hehe…

Big Sister, how does it feel to be a crippled husk?” With delicate steps, accompanied by the pleasant chime of her ornaments, a girl garbed in a pale blue dress featuring cloud and water motifs emerged from behind the group of black-clad assailants, hands clasped behind her back, advancing with measured pace.

Each step she took seemed to land upon Luo Qingtong’s very heart, causing her entire frame to shudder uncontrollably.

“Luo Xinning?!

It truly is you?!”

The young lady could scarcely believe that the hand which had struck from the shadows belonged to her own younger sister, one whom she had cherished as her own, showering her with countless acts of kindness!

Luo Xinning, the Third Young Lady, an unacknowledged daughter from the secondary lineage of the Luo Family within the Marquis Manor of Dongli Country, had been plagued by frailty and illness since her youth, garnering no regard from anyone.

It was she, the elder sister, who had kept Luo Xinning close, dedicating her own resources to her recovery, enabling her to pursue martial arts and cultivate her innate talents, ultimately positioning her as the second most promising prodigy among the third generation of the Luo Family, surpassed only by herself!

Everyone else might possess a motive for treachery!

But Luo Xinning could not!

For all that she possessed, she owed it to me!

“Why?!

Why would you inflict such a fate upon me?”

The young lady found herself incapable of comprehending the enormity of this betrayal.

In what way had she wronged Luo Xinning to warrant such a cruel act?

To ambush her during a critical breakthrough, leading a contingent to assault and incapacitate her cultivation?

“Blame your immense fortune, Big Sister; perhaps it irked others!” Luo Xinning gazed upon the exquisite maiden lying prone, her every effort to rise proving futile, a profound sense of satisfaction blooming within her heart.

Luo Qingtong, the legitimate daughter of the primary lineage of the Luo Family.

From the very outset, Luo Qingtong had consistently eclipsed her.

In martial prowess, Luo Qingtong stood preeminent amongst the Luo Family's third generation.

In beauty, Luo Qingtong was hailed as the foremost beauty in all of Dongli Country.

That breathtaking visage, skin as flawless as porcelain, reminiscent of smooth jade, requiring no enhancement, commanded attention wherever she happened to stand, always becoming the focal point of every gathering.

Particularly those mesmerizing azure eyes, akin to two pristine springs, radiant and translucent, elevating her already unparalleled appearance to heights unimaginable!

Whispers abounded that Lady Luo possessed celestial beauty, her loveliness unmatched, comparable to a divine goddess, to be admired from afar yet never to be approached.

And indeed, such was the widespread perception.

Even Luo Xinning, who held a considerable opinion of her own allure, perceived that when standing beside Luo Qingtong, she instantly transformed from a magnificent peony into a mere wildflower by the wayside.

The so-called captivating national beauty, it amounted to nothing more.

Gazing at Luo Qingtong, who lay disheveled upon the ground, yet miraculously retained her air of elegance and noble bearing with her peerless composure, Luo Xinning felt an overwhelming surge of envy.

She advanced, her hand reaching to cup Luo Qingtong’s chin, tilting her face upwards.

“Big Sister, you must feel utterly desperate, no?

Alas, this is merely the prelude.”