Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 185 - 112: The Right Choice!

Chapter 185: Chapter 112: The Right Choice!
Clearly, she had already discovered that the "Ling" was missing.
"What did you do?"
Yao Su’s face was fierce, her gaze venomous like a snake, staring daggers at the protagonist!
She did not suspect Zhao Yi.
Although Zhao Yi spent hundreds of breaths in the Divine Sense World, in reality, it was just a moment.
In Yao Su’s eyes, Zhao Yi only had time to glance up at her.
No one knows more than Yao Su how terrifying the "Ling" is.
If not for the "Ling" as support, even with the aid of a hundred people from the Four Seas Commerce Association, they wouldn’t dare betray the Zhao family, let alone assassinate Prince Zhi.
In such a short time, Yao Su didn’t believe Zhao Yi could suppress the "Ling."
Thus, the only suspect was the protagonist!
Yao Su was trembling with anger, her teeth clenched, her gaze at the protagonist filled with resentment.
Yao Su raised a palm and struck the protagonist, who was still kneeling on the ground chanting, sending him flying.
She viciously said, "You little brat, what did you do?"
"Amitabha."
The protagonist struggled to sit up, spat out blood with a cry, and clasped his hands together, saying, "Benefactor, lay down the butcher’s knife and turn back to the shore!"
"Turn back?"
Yao Su laughed wildly at the sky, as if she had heard the world’s biggest joke: "Why should I turn back? Why can those who bullied me still roam free? They’re the ones who should die!"
Zhao Yi looked at Yao Su and sighed.
He heard that when Yao Su left the Yao family, she was still in a good mental state.
She at least resembled a mother and truly loved the protagonist.
Now, she seemed like a madwoman.
She didn’t even recognize her son.
It was clear she had lived very harshly these years at the Four Seas Commerce Association.
"Amitabha!"
The protagonist apparently thought of this too.
He sighed, remained silent.
The protagonist didn’t know what to say, while Yao Su had lots to say.
She moved, instantly arriving beside the protagonist.
Several Tier Nine Saint King Realm guards behind Zhao Yi stepped forward simultaneously.
Seeing this, Zhao Yi immediately understood.
Yao Su’s cultivation level had reached Tier Nine Saint King Realm.
Compared to her sister Yao Su, Yao Qing seemed like a waste.
Yao Qing’s cultivation was only at the Sixth Tier Divine Travel Realm.
Apart from her unparalleled Charm Technique, Yao Qing was completely inept in other aspects.
No wonder Yao Su didn’t develop Yao Qing.
Aside from sisterly affection, perhaps she felt Yao Qing was too useless; even if developed, she’d have no utility value.
Cultivating Yao Qing would not only waste resources but might also lead to premature exposure.
For this reason, Yao Su only used Yao Qing as a messenger, never allowing her to touch any secrets about "Ling."
Zhao Yi stopped the guards behind him.
He noticed that Yao Su genuinely harbored murderous intentions towards the protagonist.
This was beneficial!
Zhao Yi was vexed, unsure of how to absorb the "Ling," a patch of plot will.
If Yao Su could force the method out from the protagonist.
Zhao Yi wouldn’t need to waste time.
Yao Su had worshipped the "Ling" for over ten years and was about to succeed.
But then, the "Ling" disappeared.
Yao Su endured for more than ten years, and her only thought was revenge against the Zhao family.
However, the Zhao family was too powerful.
Yao Su knew relying on herself was impossible to shake the Zhao family.
Therefore, Yao Su pinned all her hopes on the "Ling."
The disappearance of "Ling" broke the last nerve of reason in Yao Su’s mind.
The woman who should have gone mad over ten years ago finally collapsed!
"Give it back to me!"
Yao Su reached out, grabbed the protagonist’s collar, and lifted him.
Her face twisted, her demeanor insane, her eyes filled with crazed, bloodthirsty hatred.
"Why treat me this way?"
"Don’t force me to kill you, don’t force me to kill you!"
"Give it back! Please give it back!"
Yao Su struggled to suppress herself, speaking as though squeezing each word out through gritted teeth.
"Amitabha!"
The protagonist, held by the neck by Yao Su, face red and about to choke.
Despite the danger, he still recites the Buddhist mantra.
Even Zhao Yi was moved by his dedication to Buddhism.
If Zhao Yi were the head of the Buddhist Sect’s Little Leiyin Temple, he would make him Buddha’s Son.
But now...
Zhao Yi signaled the guards to step back a few paces.
To avoid getting splashed with blood!
As expected.
The protagonist’s sincere heart of worship did not move Yao Su.
On the contrary.
That "Amitabha" ignited the powder keg in Yao Su’s heart.
"What is Buddha? I can kill it all the same!"
Yao Su went berserk.
Was it an illusion?
Zhao Yi looked at Yao Su, feeling her scarred body seemed somewhat distorted.
Initially, Zhao Yi thought he was seeing things.
But when he inadvertently saw a new scar, his heart suddenly stirred.
Zhao Yi had previously noted the positions of all scars on Yao Su.
When he compared them with the scars on Yao Su’s body, he found many scar shapes and their freshness didn’t match!
"How could it be?"
Zhao Yi’s heart stirred, and a bold thought emerged.
There was more than one "Ling"!
Realizing this, Zhao Yi quickly withdrew his gaze, not daring to look at Yao Su’s scars anymore.
In his Divine Sense World, "Ancient" and "Ling" had just formed a balance.
Adding another would inevitably tip the balance.
If "Ancient" couldn’t deal with two "Ling," then Zhao Yi would be in danger!
Suddenly, Zhao Yi’s eyes lit up.
He looked at the protagonist, reminding him, "Little monk, pay attention to her scars!"
Hearing this, the protagonist instinctively glanced at Yao Su.
After just one look, he hurriedly withdrew his gaze.