Domineering Woman

Chapter 8: The Murdere

Feng Wuxie Visits the Feng Family Library

The Feng family estate was enormous, with a grand library that was guarded at all times. According to the original owner's memories, only the children of the Feng family were allowed to enter. The library housed many martial arts manuals, and to ensure the family's techniques remained secret, books could only be read on-site and were not to be taken out. Moreover, the time allowed for reading was limited—each person could only read for two hours per visit.

Feng Wuxie had never entered the library before, as she had always been regarded as a fool. But today, for the first time, she stepped inside and was surprised to see how many members of the Feng family enjoyed reading! There, she encountered Feng Wuxia, Feng Wuxin, and even her uncles, Feng Ziren and Feng Ziyi, along with Feng Wulin, the son of her eldest uncle.

"Well, well, even a fool like you wants to read?" a cold and mocking voice rang out. "Get out! Don't defile the sacred space of the Feng family library!"

Feng Wuxie had been contemplating what excuse she could use to keep up her act while still sneaking in some reading. But when she heard this scornful remark, she couldn’t help but smirk inwardly. She raised her head and met the disdainful gaze of her eldest sister, Feng Wuxin.

She felt a surge of fear and anger from the remnant of the original owner's soul within her. How dare this murderer humiliate her so openly? Feng Wuxie sighed internally and comforted the lingering soul, "Don't worry. Since I've been reborn in your body, your enemies are now my enemies, and your benefactors are my benefactors. I will repay kindness with kindness and seek vengeance where it is due."

The feelings of fear and anger subsided slightly. Feng Wuxie took slow, deliberate steps toward Feng Wuxin, a mysterious smile on her lips, like a demon from hell coming to collect a debt.

Feng Wuxin's heart skipped a beat. What's wrong with this fool? Why does her gaze seem so clear, so unlike that of a simpleton?

Previously, Feng Wuxin was certain that she had already killed this fool in the pigsty. But in her panic, she forgot to dispose of the body. When she later sent her trusted servant to clean up, they never returned. Growing uneasy, Feng Wuxin sneaked back to the pigsty that night, only to find Feng Wuxie gone and the servant’s corpse in her place. The body was in a horrific state, with a gruesome hole in the center of the forehead, as if something had blasted through the skull, leaving the brain exposed. The most terrifying part was that the corpse's eyes were wide open, staring in shock and horror.

Feng Wuxin knew something was amiss. To be safe, she disposed of the bizarre corpse and left, too fearful to act rashly. The strangest part came the following day when the entire Feng family was abuzz with news about Feng Wuxie. Feng Wuxin was deeply puzzled—had the fool survived? Who, then, was the person she killed with her fire whip? And how did her servant die? These questions plagued her, leaving her sleepless and on edge, too afraid to make a move.

The family head's emergence from seclusion was imminent, and with it, the selection of the heir would soon begin. Feng Wuxin had been fretting over how to deal with the fool. She had planned to wait and observe before taking any further action. But now, here was Feng Wuxie in the library, wanting to read, to learn martial arts? Did she think she could become a soul master? Could she even understand these texts?

Feng Wuxin had always despised Feng Wuxie. Seeing her approach step by step, Feng Wuxin’s hatred flared up, especially as she thought of her own illegitimate status and her obsession with the young master Murong Feng. The loathing in her heart grew stronger.

Finally, Feng Wuxin summoned a fiery whip, slashing it down with a c***k that echoed through the room, then pointed it directly at Feng Wuxie’s nose. "You fool! Take one more step, and my whip won’t show any mercy! Are you looking to die? Get out of the library!"

Originally, Feng Wuxie had intended to continue playing the fool until her grandfather, the family head, emerged from seclusion. But now, she realized that it was time to teach this idiotic sister of hers a lesson. Looking to die? It seemed more likely that Feng Wuxin was the one courting death! Her idiotic sister's words had pushed Feng Wuxie to her limit.

How could someone be so shameless as to kill another person and still be so brazen in front of their vengeful spirit?

Without hesitation, Feng Wuxie moved like a ghost, instantly appearing in front of Feng Wuxin. With lightning speed, she seized Feng Wuxin’s wrist, pinching a key acupoint, and snatched the fiery whip from her grasp. Reversing the situation, she raised the whip high and brought it crashing down on Feng Wuxin’s face with a resounding c***k.

"Smack!" The whip tore through flesh, leaving a gaping wound.