Chapter 51 Digging Up Your Ancestral Grave! Fight!
A-A had been following Yi as she went about her daily routines, and their current encounter was related to such matters as well. He’d noticed something amiss, and was a little surprised. “Did you have some ancient tomb unearthed here?”
“Not that I’ve heard of,” Yi replied, shaking her head. There was no commotion yet—best to watch how things developed.
That group soon passed by, but when they saw the villagers catching fish in the river, they all stopped abruptly. Or rather, some of the men in the river, seeing the village chief and a few elders in a heated argument with these outsiders, changed their expressions and scrambled ashore.
The strangers were soon surrounded by the villagers.
“Chief, what’s going on? Are these people here to cause trouble?” A brawny farmer glared fiercely at the man clutching the chief’s arm.
The chief of Bowl Kiln Village was an aged but honest man; at this moment, however, he was stern and furious, shouting, “These people are here to dig up our ancestors’ graves! I can barely hold them back—they’re fierce! Daniu, you and the other strong lads, you must stop them. The ancestral tombs must never be disturbed...”
The chief was clearly exhausted, panting, his face pale.
As soon as the villagers heard this, an uproar broke out. Even the women surged forward, standing boldly at the front, faces full of indignation.
Rural folk might be honest, but they had their boundaries—and especially when it came to their ancestors’ tombs, there was no room for disrespect.
In the midst of the clamor, someone screeched, “What’s all this racket! You country bumpkins! We’re sent by the government! Officially sanctioned! If you get in the way, you’re breaking the law—you’ll go to jail! Keep this up and I’ll call the authorities to have you all locked up!”
The mention of the state and officialdom was always intimidating; ordinary people, since ancient times, would never dare go against the government, fearing it more than any bandit.
The villagers fell silent for a moment.
Even Zhang Yang and the others were cowed by the scene, saying nothing—they were students, after all, without the nerve to challenge such a group.
The sharp-faced man swept his cold gaze over the crowd with smug satisfaction. Suddenly, a voice rang out, clear as the flowing water:
“A state archaeological team? I wonder which department you belong to... Is it the provincial capital of Jiangdu, or directly from the capital?”
All eyes turned to see Yi standing atop the smooth pebbles by the river, luminous and poised.
Her question was calm and incisive, striking straight at the heart of the matter.
“You little girl, who do you think you are? You know nothing!” the monkey-faced man snapped, his eyes fierce.
Yi lifted her chin and regarded him. “The land belongs to the state, but every citizen is obliged and entitled to protect our national territory. If you’re targeting their ancestral tombs, they have a right to see your credentials. If you can't provide them, I think I’ll make a call myself...”
Her phone slipped into her palm, and she calmly dialed a number.
She did not seem to be joking.
At least, A-A didn’t think so.
“Heh... The young lady knows quite a lot...” The man beside the monkey-faced one took the cigarette from his mouth and flicked it away, blowing out a curling smoke ring that drifted past his sharp, angular features, momentarily blurring his severe visage.
His tone was tinged with irony as he continued, “You must be Yi.”
Yi’s thumb paused on the call button. After a moment, she looked up at him, her eyes narrowing slightly.
The man smiled, slipping his right hand into his pocket and moving to the edge of the rice paddy opposite. He was tall and handsome, with seductive phoenix eyes, though his expression was mocking as he gazed down at Yi from above.
“Don’t you know? The reason we’re here is because of your uncle.”
His smile was full of taunting implication.
It was as if he were saying, If you make that call, what will happen to your uncle?
A threat, plain as day.
“It’s that little bastard Ye Zhang!” cried the village chief, eyes wide. The other elders began to curse as well, furious, calling Ye Zhang a traitor to his ancestors, a beast in human form!
The villagers were furious, but the monkey-faced man and his crew only grew more violent. “That brat took our money—over three million! He sold us the land. If you want us gone, get him to cough up the cash. Otherwise, you’ll have to pay us back!”
“Pay us back!”
“Let’s see you come up with three million!”
Three million!
To these villagers, for whom even a thousand yuan was a lot, a sum in the tens of thousands was already immense—three million was unimaginable.
Even if they pooled all the money in the village, it wouldn’t reach a hundred thousand.
The villagers were stunned senseless.
Dear heavens, that much money!
But how could they possibly be made to pay it?
The intruders, savage and enraged, began shoving people around, frightening the children who burst into tears. The villagers grew agitated, pushing back...
A woman was knocked down!
Her husband, furious, threw a punch.
Smack!
The fight broke out.
“Ah!”
“Hit them!”
“Drive out these bandits!”
“Fight, fight!”
Chaos erupted.
The children wailed even louder. Zhang Yang and Zhao Yue had already scrambled up the riverbank in terror. Wang Pu was frantic—his parents were right there!
Smack!
He charged in!
“Let go of my mother!”
With the force of a wild bull, he plunged straight into the brawl.
A-A couldn’t help but whistle. Not bad, this kid had guts! “Your little brother’s got some spine, Yi...”
He turned to Yi, only to see her sliding her phone back into her jacket pocket and zipping it up.
With a single stride, she leaped easily over the nearly three-meter-wide stream.
A tap of her foot—
She vaulted up the meter-high paddy terrace.
Then—
Her slender, elegant hand seized a man's wrist!
A twist and a turn!
Crack!
His arm broke.
“Aaagh—”
The man beside him barely had time to react before—
A long-legged whip kick, leaving only an afterimage!
Smack! The burly man was sent flying!
Thud!
He landed face down like a dog.
“You—!” The monkey-faced man’s lips trembled, while the casually dressed young man with him narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, fixing his gaze on Yi standing not far off.
She rotated her wrist softly, watching them in utter silence.
A deathly hush fell.
The villagers were dumbfounded. Was this a scene from a TV drama?
Yi—a slip of a girl—had taken down two grown men with ease!
The most shocked were Zhang Yang and the students.
Good heavens, was she really just a high schooler?
Could she be an undercover special forces expert?
——
“Heh, interesting,” the young man chuckled, his laughter breaking the silence. In a flash, the monkey-faced man and his crew charged!
“Ha! What’s the point of beating up a girl?” A-A had already jumped up onto the terrace. With a powerful kick—
Crack!
He sent a man flying with a blow to the waist.
Grabbing another by the neck, he kneed him in the belly!
A swing of his fist—
Bang!!
Another one down!
He dispatched three men in a single exchange! But they were fierce, scrambling to their feet and charging him again, quickly surrounding him.
The rest rushed at Yi.
Yi glanced at the young man and exhaled softly.
She stepped forward lightly.
One person. Step by step, hands and feet flying—her movements were graceful yet fierce, swift as lightning, though her pace seemed unhurried. Her strikes, however, flashed like thunder.
It was an uncanny, yet breathtaking sight.
In this field, fragrant with the scent of earth, robust men fell before her as if she were cutting through grass.
Like brittle vegetables, their bodies snapped and cracked in her hands, the air filled with the agony of broken bones.
Like so many blocks of tofu, they crumpled before her—weak as pups.
In a matter of seconds, a whole gang lay sprawled on the ground, struggling to rise.
As Yi walked toward the monkey-faced man, he was so terrified he wet his pants.
“Don’t—don’t—”
A flying kick arced through the air—smack!
A slender hand intercepted it, long fingers clearly defined, gripping Yi’s delicate ankle.
“Heh, what slender legs you have,” the young man smirked.
Yi’s brow furrowed. Suddenly, she twisted mid-air, spinning like a windmill!
Smack! The young man’s hand slipped from her calf, his eyes flashing at her formidable strength and skill.
Yi landed lightly on one foot. The other leg snapped up from below—a high, whiplike strike, wild and fierce, leaving only a blur.
Faster—three times faster!
Too fast!
The young man’s face changed.
Crack!
He crossed his arms before his chest, bracing himself.
But pain exploded in his chest, forcing him back a step. He twisted his toe into the ground, bracing himself in a stance of stability, then struck out.
His hand shaped like an eagle’s claw.
Crack, crack, crack!
Palm strikes! Whip kicks!
Their exchange was a blur of speed and strength, smooth and relentless, as if choreographed for a film—each move deadly.
The others could only stare in awe, watching the two of them battle fiercely in the field.
Even more shocking—the young man was being pressed back!
He was being overpowered!
“How can this be? Boss Feng...”
“I must be seeing things!”
To the monkey-faced man and his crew, Boss Feng was a master among men—a swordsman who could take on ten foes at once, unfazed by life and death. Yet now, he was losing ground!
The girl’s attacks were terrifying.
Fast, ruthless, precise—the mark of a true expert.
Gritting his teeth, the young man found himself increasingly unable to keep up with her speed. His arms ached with fatigue.
Stealing a glance, he saw that the girl’s expression was cold as ice, utterly impassive.
It was as if...
She was using him to practice her moves.
A sense of humiliation welled up within him. Biting his tongue, he tasted blood—iron and shame.
“Hah!” His muscles tensed, a gust of wind roaring with his fists.
His speed surged—his strength, frightening.
Not far off, A-A’s eyes widened as he kicked another brute aside.
“Yi, watch out!”
Crack!
Yi, her head tilted aside, heard the explosive rush of a fist flying past her ear.
What kind of punch was that?
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!
The wind howled with each blow.
His fists were like cannonballs.
Boom!
Yi blocked with her palm, the force sending her slender body leaping back—spinning through the air before landing.
She touched down in the shallow stream below—
Splash! Water sprayed up, soaking her shoes.
“Bravo!”
“Boss, amazing!”
The young man sneered, pushing off with his foot, leaping down and striking with a leg from midair—swift as a panther.
Yi dodged aside, her movements sending ripples across the water.
The young man landed with a great splash, then roared again.
His fists wheeled in a mighty arc.
He struck, his power coiling and surging—fists flying.
(To be continued...)