Inside, the second-in-command thought to himself, then stepped forward and quietly reminded, "Your Highness, the Young Master and Miss Miaoyin are hosting distinguished guests within the residence, including true disciples from Hongyu and other formidable talents. If..."

"Thank you for the reminder; just go ahead and inform them," Bai Ye replied, shaking her head, unconcerned.

"Understood!" The second-in-command bowed and turned to leave.

As she watched him go, Bai Ye felt remarkably calm. Since leaving Qing Ling Sect, she had hurried and arrived at Shengjing City in just half a day. For the past two days, she had been at Heishi Mountain, paying respects to her mother, tidying the grave, and recounting the events of the past three years, particularly the details of her time in Qing Ling Sect. This process helped her settle her chaotic emotions, making her connection with the light in her sea of consciousness even stronger.

In the last half-day, she had been practicing her sword techniques in the wilds on the west side of Heishi Mountain, where she could feel the profound presence of sword energy. When she fought Feng Sheng previously, she could only control one Sword Lotus; now, as her understanding deepened, a second Sword Lotus had blossomed.

Having finished sharing her experiences over the past few years, Bai Ye descended the mountain and headed straight to the Wang residence. She had one purpose: to avenge her mother!

Moments later, a frail, gaunt old man emerged from the vermilion gate, his dark-faced companion looking rather grim.

"Miaoyi, Your Highness? Oh, I forgot--you've been expelled from the Wang residence and are now just a commoner."

Seeing the old man's familiar facade, Bai Ye's gaze turned icy. The Wang family's main consort, Lin Shuxian, was the daughter of a Hongyu elder, and this steward, Lin, had been in charge of their household matters. Bai Ye had suffered much at his hands before, and now, she lifted her veil and smiled coldly, "It's been a while; you're still as detestable as ever--just like your master, a lapdog."

Lin's eyes narrowed, a hint of malice shining through the wrinkles of his face. "You little wretch! I thought you were a Wang family princess. This time, I won't bother with you. Get lost-- the Young Master and Miss are hosting distinguished guests. Don't make a fool of yourself, just scram!"

With that, he slapped the second-in-command across the face and coldly added, "If you let her near the Wang residence again and sully the eyes of our noble guests, you can forget about being a commander."

A flash of cold light passed through Bai Ye's bright eyes, and a soft sword hum resonated. Lin suddenly felt a chill, and before he could react, a strand of gray sword energy swept through, severing his arm before he even realized it.

"You... you!!"

Lin's face paled as he trembled from the intense pain, his disbelief evident. As a peak-level four-tier warrior, he had been effortlessly disarmed by a single strike, utterly powerless to resist.

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Seeing their superior attacked, the remaining fifteen guards quickly surrounded Bai Ye.

"This is just the beginning. For everything that happened to my mother, anyone involved must pay with their lives!"

Feeling the chilling killing intent radiating from Bai Ye, Lin was gripped by dread. "You madwoman! How dare you commit murder in the Wang residence? Stop her! When the experts from the house arrive, you'll be executed as an example!"

"Executed as an example? That's a good idea," Bai Ye replied with a gentle smile, her ethereal demeanor vanishing as a tide of killing intent enveloped her.

This overwhelming pressure quickly alerted the powerful beings within the estate. From deep inside, anxious voices rang out.

"Who dares to cause trouble in the Wang residence?!"

In response, the sharp sound of a sword echoed, followed by Lin's brief gasp of shock. As his head fell, the formidable auras of multiple masters in the estate bore down upon them.

"Miaoyi, get out of here! If you wait any longer, it'll be too late!" urged a nearby dark-skinned man.

Bai Ye shook her head lightly, her exquisite face betraying no emotion as she strode further into the estate.

The surrounding guards exchanged glances, relieved that she hadn't attacked them. If Lin, a peak-level four-tier, was like an ant under her hand, what could they, mere five-tier warriors, do?

Bai Ye's pace appeared slow, yet she moved with the swiftness of a ghost, effortlessly striking down anyone who dared to obstruct her. Bones shattered and limbs fractured, but except for Lin, who had been decapitated, none of the others perished.

After a few breaths, she halted in a vast garden. In front of her stood seven or eight young figures, all adorned in luxurious attire, exuding charisma--handsome young men and graceful young women.

At that moment, a young man and woman looked at Bai Ye in surprise.

"Senior Sister Miaoyi!"

"Little Sister Miaoyi?"

Seeing the familiar faces stirred a ripple in Bai Ye's otherwise calm heart. Before her mother fell from grace, she had been the beloved second princess of the residence, closely bonded with these two.

However, after that incident, they had grown distant. Their encounters had dwindled to mere nods of acknowledgment, reinforcing her understanding that familial affection, seemingly profound, was as fragile as paper.

"Second Sister, no matter your grievances, you shouldn't harm others within the residence; that only invites ridicule," chided the girl, who bore a striking resemblance to Bai Ye, her disappointment evident.

"Miaoyin is right. Little Sister, you've acted impulsively. You're still a princess of the Wang residence; how can you behave this way?" a young man in a white robe scolded softly.

"A princess of the Wang residence? Bai Ye does not dare to aspire to that," she replied, her expression flat in response to their questions.

"This girl looks familiar."

"She is that elder from Qing Ling Sect!"

"Indeed, I saw her portrait in the stone space. I didn't expect her to be a princess of the Wang residence; Young Master Yan has hidden this from us!"

The young men behind them spoke up, casting intrigued glances at Bai Ye, the young man in the intricately woven black robe watching her with keen interest.

In light of their astonishment, Yan Hong and Yan Miaoyin exchanged glances but said nothing, clearly aware of Bai Ye's strength. The earlier battle at the Qing Ling Sect had already spread through the world thanks to the alliance's stone message. Bai Ye, who had fought fiercely against the true disciples of the Divine Power Sect before ultimately losing, had become famous, now ranked fifteenth on the Young Heroes List.

Had it not been for this, they would have already ordered their guards and attendants to seize her.

"Little Sister, regardless of the circumstances, since you've returned to the residence, you should go pay your respects to Father," Yan Hong suggested.

Hearing this, Bai Ye chuckled lightly. "Just now, Lin the old dog insulted me, and I've sent his head flying as an example. Won't Brother punish me?"

"Little Sister, you jest. An old servant daring to slander the princess is naturally deserving of death; it has nothing to do with anyone else," Yan Hong forced a smile, cursing Lin in his heart for being a fool, fixated on trivial matters, instead of recognizing the Qing Ling Sect's current prominence.