The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2357: Perish Together (1)

A mouthful of blood was spat out by Re Bai.

"Butterfly Dance disobeyed repeatedly; per the sect’s rules, she is excommunicated from the Flame Sect. Re Bai acted without orders, so fifty lashes for him." Song San spun around and strode away.

Butterfly Dance slumped to the ground. The Young Master spared her life, yet countless foes lurked outside eager to end her, sealing her doom regardless.

Re Bai, face ashen, replied, "Yes."

"Young Master!" Butterfly Dance cried out desperately, but silence met her plea.

"Butterfly Dance." Re Bai struggled to his feet, approached to slip a medicine pill into her mouth, then emptied his silver onto the floor. "Look after yourself from here on." Punishment awaited him back at base, likely confining him for two months, leaving him powerless to aid her further.

Tears streamed down Butterfly Dance’s face in an instant. Despair gripped her heart truly now. She shut her eyes slowly, rested briefly, then dragged herself upright against the stone wall, seized her sword: "Young Master, until our next life." She pressed the blade to her neck.

Yet right as she prepared to slash deeply, she halted abruptly.

"No, why must I perish?" Butterfly Dance lifted her hand swiftly to brush away the tears. Yang Ruxin bore the blame for her misery. Thus, if death claimed her, Yang Ruxin would accompany her as a sacrifice.

This vengeful idea, once sparked, refused to fade. She resolved to drag Yang Ruxin down with her in mutual destruction.

Beyond the cave, Re Bai offered a deep bow to Song San before pivoting and departing.

Re Mei advanced: "Young Master?"

"Summon Re Xuan." Song San lifted his hand to silence Re Mei’s words, "I’ve shown mercy already."

Re Mei held her tongue, promptly firing off a signal flare.

Meanwhile, Flame fumed in fury: "That idiot." Fresh reports revealed multiple Flame Sect branches razed by martial artists, numerous members slain or wounded, even their communication lines severed.

"Master, what’s our move?" A woman bearing a red snake tattoo across her face came forth. Disdain for Butterfly Dance had simmered in her for ages, but the Sect Hierarch’s favoritism stayed her hand. Now, with Butterfly Dance’s self-inflicted downfall, she needn’t dirty hers.

Flame exhaled slowly, held his silence at length, then abruptly whirled to claim his seat: "Yang Ruxin possesses unexpected prowess. I misjudged her before."

Chi She’s brow furrowed.

Flame dismissed him with a wave.

Though puzzled by the gesture, Chi She retreated obediently.

"What’s the Master thinking?" Moxie pressed closer.

Chi She shook her head: "Unclear; he kept it to himself."

Moxie peeked into the chamber: "Young Master expelled Butterfly Dance from the sect, and Re Bai faces punishment too."

Chi She dropped her gaze, concealing her feelings.

With the New Year approaching, the transport team returnees trickled back. Generous wages filled pockets, plus New Year’s gifts for all. Joyfully, they headed home for family gatherings and festive preparations.

Yang Zhenli oversaw the southern route. Finishing his Hangzhou update, he sighed: "Southern war rages without touching us yet, but Hangcheng teems with refugees, food costs climbing. Not steeply, but versus before, rice per jin costs two or three wen extra..."

Yang Ruxin nodded: "You’ve worked hard, Uncle. Got it. Rush home now—Aunt must be counting the moments for you."