Venerated Venomous Consort

Di Fuyi answered, “I could not help it. Anyway, the matter is now clear enough, so there is nothing more that we need to find out.” As he spoke, he pointed his finger at Master Yang’s face, exactly at the point between his brows. A brief while later, a thin wisp of soul struggled up from the body.

As Master Yang had achieved a level eight spiritual power when he was alive, his soul was able to remain entirely in its full form. It struggled violently trying to escape from Di Fuyi’s grasp. Di Fuyi continued in an icy tone, “Did you really think that I was blind enough to promote a man like you to become the Master?”

There was a glimpse of light coming from the tip of his fingers. The soul struggled briefly under the shades of light and disappeared entirely.

Gu Xijiu raised her thumb. “Relentless.”

Di Fuyi pulled her closer and used the Cleaning Spell on her.

Gu Xijiu shivered a little. “What is this for?”

“You were standing too close to the bastard,” said Di Fuyi, in all seriousness.

Gu Xijiu was speechless. She always knew that Celestial Master Zuo was a finicky man, but she had not had the slightest physical encounter with Master Yang at all.

She then turned around and turned the body into ash. “Now that everything is clear, we know that Fairy Queen Li, whose identity remains unknown, emerged mysteriously as the wife of The Lord and she has even played along with the fake Celestial Master Zuo to set up the plot. It seems like the fake Celestial Master Zuo knows you like a book, as he can impersonate you well enough to fool the people and use your name to do whatever he wants. He has even managed to fool all heaven’s gift disciples. Oddly enough, shouldn’t Mu Feng and the rest of them know you well? How could they fall into the trap as well?”

Di Fuyi answered calmly, “The four messengers would not fall for their traps if they were only using normal tricks. Perhaps, they have even used the venomous spell to distort their minds.”

Gu Xijiu rubbed her temples in confusion. “Could the fake Celestial Master Zuo be Long Fan? It really is impossible to get rid of the man! He will make trouble at every opportunity!” She thought about it for a while and then continued, “According to what you told me earlier, Long Fan would only be able to recover in at least ten years. Perhaps he must have recovered his strength two years ago and started making trouble since then. The fairy seems like a good use, as she dares to impersonate as The Lord’s wife. My Lord, what do you think about this wife, who came out of nowhere? Come, let’s have a little talk.” Gu Xijiu posed as though she was holding an interview.

Di Fuyi pulled her into his arms and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “You are my one and only wife. As for the woman, she is obviously aspiring for something that is far beyond than what she is worthy of, like a toad wishing for a swan. Now, do you really have to ask what I think?”

Gu Xijiu could not hold back her amusement. “She could be a swan, too. After all, she is a fairy, isn’t she?”

Di Fuyi squinted at her. “Are you jealous?”

Gu Xijiu was delighted. “No, I am having a good time. My husband must be too eligible, hence adored by so many women.”

Di Fuyi grabbed her and wanted to leave. “Your husband does not require the admiration of these unworthy women to remind him of his excellence. Now, let’s go.”

Gu Xijiu pulled her hands back. “Wait a minute; we should cope with the aftermath.”

Without further ado, she changed Di Fuyi’s appearance to look like Elder Liang. Moments later, she altered her appearance to become Master Yang. Both of them left the place and handed over some instructions to the guard who was standing outside. They told him that they were going out to deal with some matters and would only be back after a few days. They wanted the place well guarded while they were away.

The guard was perplexed, as he saw that Elder Liang had left the place earlier. When did he come back again? Anyway, Elder Liang’s whereabouts had always been unpredictable, as his Kung Fu was extraordinary.