The Daily Life Of A Rich And Vicious Man’S Wife Chapter 8

The Obsessive Heaven Venerable’s Beloved Rabbit Spirit (1)

On a clear moonlit night, the shadows of the trees danced. A sharp, piercing scream startled the birds sleeping in the branches, sending them scattering in all directions.

“I was wrong! I was wrong! I truly was wrong! High Immortal, you are a person of great magnanimity, please, can you spare our Young Master?”

The Female Rabbit Demon, whose ear had been severed, clutched her bleeding wound. In her arms, she shielded a Rabbit Demon Youth who had not yet fully transformed. Tears and snot smeared her face, making her look utterly wretched.

“I never said I would kill you. I only want the elixirs that were stolen from our Shangqing Palace back. Why are you making such a fuss?” The person chasing her had long, silver hair as bright as snow, shimmering peach blossom eyes, and exquisite, striking features, yet he was enveloped in demonic energy, radiating a terrifying chill.

“As long as you are obedient and spit out the elixirs and the Shangqing Liquid you swallowed, I will let you go. If you refuse, I will pluck out your fur and your rabbit teeth one by one. By then, I imagine your Rabbit Clan Young Master’s title as the foremost beauty in the Four Seas and Eight Desolates will be impossible to maintain.”

The female demon hugged the handsome young man in her arms and shook her head desperately. “That won’t do! Our Young Master is still just a child! You are the Chief Steward High Immortal of Shangqing Palace, why must you make things difficult for an ignorant child? Aren’t you afraid of becoming a laughingstock if word gets out?”

“Bullshit!” Jiang Linghan had completely lost his patience. He delivered a kick. “He’s over three hundred years old, and you’re still telling me he’s just a child? Stealing elixirs and magical treasures from our Shangqing Palace gives you justification?”

“Beasts are beasts! I’m in a foul mood today, and I don’t feel like reasoning with you.” As Jiang Linghan spoke, he flicked his horsetail whisk. Vines instantly sprouted from the trees and tightly bound the rabbit demon master and servant.

Without giving the rabbit demons a chance to cry for help, he flicked the whisk again, knocking out all their teeth. Next came their fur. In just a moment, the pristine white fur they were so proud of was plucked out alive and burned to ashes right in front of them.

“If you don’t admit your mistake, you can forget about growing fur back in this lifetime, unless the world is destroyed. This is the price you must pay for stealing the magical treasures and elixirs of our Shangqing Palace.”

Bai Luo, now conscious, looked at his bald head. Not even the Demon Sect Young Master had made him suffer such humiliation. How dare Jiang Linghan, a mere Third-Rank Immortal Spirit, do this?

He was about to open his mouth to argue, but a sharp pain shot through his mouth. When he opened it, his speech was full of gaps, and blood poured out. Only then did he notice the teeth scattered on the ground.

Furious, he let out incoherent cries, mixing anger and hatred as he collected the teeth on the ground, especially the front teeth. Chi Zun, the Demon Realm Young Master, loved his rabbit teeth the most.

“Jiang Linghan! You vicious fiend, aren’t you afraid of retribution?”

Jiang Linghan, who had intended to leave the Myriad Ghosts Forest after exacting revenge for the stolen elixirs, heard the rabbit demon start cursing him again from behind.

With another instantaneous shift, he delivered a kick straight to Bai Luo’s face, sending him flying into a tree. “I’m in a bad mood today. Dare to curse me once, and I’ll kick you once. If you don’t believe me, feel free to keep cursing.”

“You—”

Bang! Before Bai Luo could finish his sentence, Linghan delivered another kick, this time aimed at his left foot. His nose, face, and left foot now bore a distinct shoe print. If he got one more on his right cheek, it would be perfectly symmetrical.

The pain made his head buzz. He tried to speak again, but Linghan’s movement was even faster than before.

Now, three surfaces of his face had a shoe print. The maidservant nearby tried to intervene, but her magic was too weak; she couldn’t even break free from the vines. She could only watch helplessly as her Young Master was kicked into an unrecognizable mess by Linghan.

“Open your mouth once, and I’ll kick you once. If you’re not convinced, keep opening it. Since you have an immortal body and I can’t kick you to death, I’ll keep kicking until your rabbit head turns into mud!”

By the eighteenth kick, Bai Luo’s entire face was mangled and oozing blood. Because he had been implanted with the divine bone of an ancient god’s descendant, he possessed an immortal body.

No matter how severe the injury, as long as his soul remained, he would never truly die.

However, he was still just a rabbit spirit with low cultivation, unable to unleash the true power of the divine bone, or even rapidly heal his wounds.

Jiang Linghan’s kicks were not fatal, but they were extremely humiliating and genuinely agonizing. He didn’t know what spell Jiang Linghan had cast on him; even though he was being kicked in the face and head, his consciousness remained painfully clear.

He couldn’t even pretend to faint. His jaw was already dislocated, and he couldn’t close his mouth. Didn’t the gods in the Heavenly Realm all say that High Immortal Linghan, the Chief Steward of Shangqing Palace, was gentle, approachable, and easy to talk to?

He had only wanted to borrow some detoxification elixirs and Shangqing Liquid from Shangqing Palace, but the Steward and the Old Lord were absent. He had clearly reported it to the gate-keeping fairy.

Moreover, he was the future Crown Princess of the Heavenly Realm. All the Heaven Venerables and High Gods of the Heavenly Realm doted on him and loved him. Why was this ineffective against Jiang Linghan, a mere Third-Rank High Immortal?

He really didn’t want to be kicked anymore. After Jiang Linghan’s twenty-fifth kick landed, he quickly used his hands to hold his jaw shut, covered his mouth, and knelt before Jiang Linghan, kowtowing repeatedly.

This finally made Jiang Linghan retract the twenty-sixth kick, which was about to land on his face. Even without seeing it, he could feel the other party rolling a highly contemptuous eye at him.

Jiang Linghan flicked his horsetail whisk again. The dirt that had stained his clothes and shoes from kicking him vanished completely. In the blink of an eye, the chilling aura around Jiang Linghan disappeared, and he returned to his usual cold, aloof, and otherworldly demeanor.

“Consider yourself sensible. The Shangqing Liquid that this High Immortal personally brewed takes a hundred years to yield a single drop. That entire bottle, you drank it all. What a waste of heavenly resources.”

“But never mind,” Jiang Linghan calculated a divination with his fingers. “Your mortal demon physique can’t absorb it anyway. It will be expelled from your body in a few days, but by then, it will be mixed with feces. Just the thought of it is disgusting.”

“Shangqing Liquid can cure the Firefly Poison. Your third paramour, Chi Zun, the Demon Realm Son, seems to need it urgently.” Saying this, Jiang Linghan sighed regretfully. “I wonder if that Demon Realm Young Master will be willing to eat shit.”

Bai Luo’s pupils constricted. Why hadn’t the system told him any of this? And damn it, what was Jiang Linghan’s background? He could ruthlessly kick him twenty-five times, pluck out all his teeth and rabbit fur right in front of the system’s training, yet suffer no punishment from the Heavenly Dao.

After Jiang Linghan left, Crown Prince Xuan arrived to take him back to the Heavenly Palace. Seeing Bai Luo and the maidservant both bald, he was astonished. “What happened to you?”

Bai Luo covered his mouth, which now leaked air when he spoke, tears welling up as he spoke with extreme grievance. “It… it was Jiang Linghan, the Chief Steward High Immortal of Shangqing Palace. I went to Shangqing Palace today to borrow elixirs, but their Steward High Immortal wasn’t there, so I took them myself. But I did report it to the sweeping fairy in their alchemy room, and she didn’t say anything to me.”

“But who knew? The moment I stepped out of Shangqing Palace, Jiang Linghan came rushing over with his sword, forcing us into this Myriad Ghosts Forest. He not only kicked my face and broke my teeth, but he also plucked out all the fur from me and Xiao Yu! He even said that if I didn’t admit my mistake, I could forget about growing hair back in this lifetime.”

Xiao Yu nodded in agreement beside him. Even now, the rabbit ear Jiang Linghan had chopped off was still bleeding. She had never encountered such a short-tempered and arrogant fellow.

Unexpectedly, Crown Prince Xuan looked disbelieving and even accused him. “Didn’t I tell you? Shangqing Liquid and Shangqing Elixirs have already been sent over by Shangqing Palace. That Steward High Immortal of Shangqing Palace is currently in the Heavenly Empress’s Palace, assisting my mother in refining the Youth-Preserving Elixir. I just came from my mother’s palace; he has been there the whole time.”

“Jiang Linghan is a Third-Rank Immortal. Without my Father’s permission, he cannot leave his post arbitrarily. Moreover, this Myriad Ghosts Forest is a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the Heavenly Realm. How could anyone who isn’t a High God possess such great divine power?”

“I know you can’t forget You Heng, but you shouldn’t sneak off to this Myriad Ghosts Forest to see him behind my back! Your fur loss was caused by being contaminated with too much ghostly energy! Perhaps we should just cancel our engagement. It saves you from constantly blaming me for not giving you freedom. Since you don’t want to stay in the Heavenly Realm and prefer to stay in this Myriad Ghosts Forest, suit yourself! I’m done with this!”

Crown Prince Xuan was also furious. He had already agreed to help Bai Luo go to Shangqing Palace to request the Shangqing Elixir to save Chi Zun, that demon, so why was Bai Luo still obsessed with You Heng, the Ghost King?

Crown Prince Xuan believed he had treated Bai Luo well, granting his every wish, even going so far as to offend the ancient gods by digging up his former fiancée’s divine bone to help Bai Luo transform. But now?

If it wasn’t Chi Zun of the Demon Realm, it was You Heng the Ghost King. Besides You Heng, there was his Senior Brother Ning Hai High God, and his Master, the Primordial Heaven Venerable.

There were also Shi Lang, the Young Master of the Heavenly Demon Clan, Li Ziyi, the Human Emperor, and so on. Everyone famous in the Six Realms, Four Seas, and Eight Desolates seemed to have an ambiguous relationship with Bai Luo.

What did it matter if he was the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Clan? He still had to share a lover with all those other men?

With thirty days in a month, he didn’t even know when it would be his turn.

He, the dignified Crown Prince of the Heavenly Realm, the future master of the Heavenly Realm, had to endure this humiliation. He truly had enough.

“No, it’s true! Look at my face, my teeth—it was all Jiang Linghan’s doing! I couldn’t discern his foundation; he is definitely not simple.”

Crown Prince Xuan sneered. “Heh, keep making things up.”

“I wouldn’t know Jiang Linghan’s cultivation level and identity? A North Pole Fox who ascended from the mortal realm, a low-ranking immortal I could crush with a flick of my finger. If he were truly capable, would he still only be a Third-Rank Immortal Spirit after three thousand years?”

“Do not bring this matter up again. This is the token of our engagement; I am returning it to you. From now on, we have no further ties. You go your separate way, and I will go mine.” Crown Prince Xuan tossed a jade pendant at Bai Luo’s feet, then transformed into a white light and flew into the sky, disappearing without looking back.

No matter how Bai Luo cried out on the ground, the other party remained resolute and utterly heartless.