My Demon Husband Is a Snake

"It was my master who told me not to provoke you. Hu Jiao, that idiot, messed things up and got me involved too. I was wondering how Bai Yinman managed to get Taoist Zhang to back her up. You must have been playing the role of military adviser by Bai Yinman's side."

Wang Heyin was insulting me gleefully when, unexpectedly, the tip of a sharp Bronze Sword was pressed against his forehead. As he looked up, he saw Zhang Zidao's stern and fearsome face.

Zhang Zidao spoke slowly and clearly,

"Do you have someone else backing you? Who is it? Confess honestly, or the Old Taoist Priest here will obliterate your physical and spiritual existence today."

Wang Heyin let out a cold laugh, "You really think you're some sort of ancestral figure in the Taoist Sect? Ten of you couldn't handle my master. He's three hundred years your senior. If you knew who he is, not only would you have to apologize to me, but you'd also personally have to help me restore the essence you destroyed."

"Ancestral figure of the Taoist Sect...? Your master wouldn't happen to be Qingyang, would he?"

I blurted out, nearly biting my tongue, then speculated, "If it's Master Qingyang, creating zombie demons to help them ascend wouldn't benefit him at all; it's not in his nature to do pointless things. There's only one possibility—the demonic power on the zombie demon is immensely strong, and Qingyang, being severely injured, needs to absorb that to recover..."

"Now that you know, it's not too late. Just hand over the zombie demon honestly. After all, it's just my master's Cauldron Furnace. The fate of the zombie demon is to be drained, which won't pose any harm to the mortal world."

Wang Heyin said confidently, propping himself up from the ground and regaining his composure.

I practically burst out laughing, finding Wang Heyin shamelessly incorrigible, "You say it hasn't caused any harm? You've harmed so many pregnant women, so many lives!"

"Serving my master is their honor," Wang Heyin said haughtily, as if proud to be a disciple of Master Qingyang. "My master is an Earth Immortal, the person closest to ascension in the human world! Those who died were merely mortals. They were born as lowly as dust and would have died insignificantly. I merely made their deaths more meaningful."

Zhang Zidao's expression had already shifted, his brows now deeply furrowed, "Master Qingyang... didn't he ascend hundreds of years ago? He... he is still lingering in the human world?"

Just then, Wang Heyin's phone rang.

Upon seeing the number, he answered it respectfully, nodding a few times before turning the phone screen towards me, "My master has a few words to say to you."

A youth with an ethereally handsome face appeared on the screen. His eyes carried a kind of indifferent apathy, as if he were detached from the entire world, "Su Wan, don't mess up my plans. We stay out of each other's way, okay?"

"Sorry, your subordinates already provoked me! Had they not attacked me, would I have gotten involved in your mess?" I ran my fingers through the little zombie demon's few tufts of silly hair, feeling as angry as if there were a fire burning inside my lungs.

It turned out Qingyang was the mastermind behind everything.

And yet he was considered a master of the righteous path—I couldn't believe his methods were filthier than a sewer rat.

"My subordinates were reckless. I told them not to provoke you, yet they carelessly did." The youth seemingly conceded, seeking peace with a calm demeanor.

But I couldn't accept it, "Tough luck for you. Let me tell you, there's no room for negotiation about the zombie demon. I will protect this little zombie demon, and I won't let Wang Heyin create another one. If you want to heal, find another way without resorting to shady tactics."

The youth was stunned for a moment, and Three Corpse God flew into a rage, then laughed bitterly, "Alright, alright, alright! Su Wan, you've got strong backing, you speak so boldly! But let me advise you, don't burn your bridges at such a young age."

With a swipe, the video was disconnected, and the youth's figure abruptly vanished.

"Why did Qingyang hang up the phone??"