The moment Jiang Chen's words fell, Meng Qingxue leapt lightly onto the high platform like a snowflake carried by the wind.
She stood across from Jiang Xing, her face expressionless, her gaze sharp as a blade.
"I'll fight you in his place. Make your move."
"M‑Meng Qingxue?!"
Jiang Xing froze, his composure shattering in an instant. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stammered,
"You… you actually became Jiang Chen's maid?!"
In the past few days, rumors had spread throughout Lingyun Martial Academy:Jiang Chen had taken the academy's cold, untouchable beauty Meng Qingxue as his maid.
Jiang Xing, like many others, had dismissed it as ridiculous gossip.
Who was Meng Qingxue?
She was ranked second on the Lingyun Genius List, a goddess‑like figure who treated even the most outstanding geniuses with frosty indifference.
How could a so‑called "waste" like Jiang Chen possibly make her submit?
But the scene before him shattered his disbelief.
Meng Qingxue stood there, obeying Jiang Chen's orders without hesitation.
If this wasn't true, how could she possibly appear in the Jiang family compound—much less fight on Jiang Chen's behalf?
"This has nothing to do with you."
Meng Qingxue's tone was as cold as the winter wind.
"Attack. If you don't, I promise you won't even get the chance to."
"Impudent little girl!"
Jiang Qianhe's face twisted with fury.
"This is the Jiang family's internal matter. You dare interfere? Get out!"
He thrust out his palm, a violent force sweeping toward Meng Qingxue like a crashing wave.
Meng Qingxue didn't even flinch.
Her delicate hand rose lightly, and with a sharp twist of her wrist, she met his strike head‑on.
Boom!
A deafening shockwave tore through the air.
Jiang Qianhe's body staggered backward several steps, his face paling.
Meng Qingxue?
She stood perfectly still. Not even a strand of her hair was out of place.
"You… who are you?!"
Jiang Qianhe's face turned ashen.
This girl looked barely sixteen or seventeen… yet her strength had reached the seventh layer of Qi Refining—and was not inferior to his own!
"I already told you."
Meng Qingxue's voice was calm, almost bored.
"I am Jiang Chen's maid. Is there a problem?"
The square exploded.
"What?!""A genius girl at Qi Refining Seventh Layer… as his maid?!""Heavens… is this real?!"
The guests stared in open‑mouthed shock.
A boy they all thought a "waste" had actually taken a powerhouse like Meng Qingxue as his maid?
And she even admitted it in public.
This wasn't just shocking.
This was absurd.
"Jiang Chen!" Jiang Qianhe's face was black as iron.
"This is the Jiang family's fight for the Patriarch's seat.
If you want to be Patriarch, do it with your own ability!
Relying on outsiders—how can you convince the Jiang family?"
Jiang Chen laughed. It was cold, mocking.
"Jiang Qianhe, you can't even handle my maid. And you dare talk about convincing others?"
His voice echoed across the square, cutting like a blade.
Then his gaze swept over the crowd, his words carrying a calm yet domineering weight.
"But… you are right about one thing.
If I want to be Patriarch, I must convince everyone."
His eyes narrowed, his tone turning ice‑cold:
"If anyone refuses to accept me… I'll beat them until they do."