The Daily Life Of A Rich And Vicious Man’S Wife Chapter 11

The Obsessive Heaven Venerable’s Beloved Rabbit Spirit (4)

However, Jiang Linghan had more important matters to attend to. After staying on Azure Lotus Mountain for a few days, he returned to a large coastal town inhabited by the human race in the mortal realm. This was years after the incident involving the excavation of the Nüwa descendant’s divine bone.

Inside a tavern in Qingzhou City, East Sea, though it was a gathering place for all walks of life, the zither player upstairs possessed exceptional skill. The music carried a sense of cool detachment, as if entering the realm of immortals.

Those listening to the music instinctively fell silent, wanting only to hear the captivating story told by the zither player’s fingers, like a human voice speaking unhurriedly.

Sometimes subtle and drawn out, sometimes ethereal and ever-changing, the harmonics resembled the heavens, and the pressed notes sounded like humanity.

When the piece concluded, the listeners remained lost in thought for a long time; the music truly lingered in the air for days.

Mu Yuan didn’t understand musical theory. No matter how beautiful the music was, it couldn’t hide the cold indifference of the musician, who, despite his high position, looked down upon all living beings.

Upon seeing the musician himself, though the appearance was different, what was hidden within his body had not changed in the slightest.

Mu Yuan had never held any goodwill toward him, and his disgust was evident: “Senior still enjoys such refined leisure.”

The other party merely chuckled: “It is you, Yuan’er, who has progressed. After so many years, your cultivation has advanced significantly. Have you found a way to avenge your clansmen?”

“Hmph, Senior should worry more about his current predicament. The Son of Fortune has reappeared. I wonder if Senior will be as lucky as last time and return safely.”

Three thousand years had passed, and Jiang Linghan, who had changed his skin, had clearly restrained much of his murderous aura. Mu Yuan also knew that now was not the time to settle old scores with Jiang Linghan. He had broken out of the Heavenly Demon Forbidden Land this time to help his savior overcome the tribulation of clan annihilation.

Following Jiang Linghan out of the tavern, the two boarded a small boat and headed for the Southern Yue Kingdom, where the Nüwa clan resided.

Chu Yue, the Nüwa descendant, was already at death’s door. After Crown Prince Xuan brutally extracted her divine bone, she couldn’t even maintain her human form. Her lower body revealed a snake tail, and the scales had lost their luster—a symptom of a terminal illness.

If Mu Yuan had emerged from seclusion any later, the Nüwa clan might have vanished from the world forever.

The medicinal primer refined from Chi You’s blood could only temporarily stabilize Chu Yue’s injuries. For Chu Yue to fully recover, they would have to retrieve the divine bone segment from Bai Luo.

However, Bai Luo had been corrupted by foul energy, so even if the divine bone was recovered, it would be useless.

The system that invaded this world and called itself the Heavenly Dao took advantage of the ancient demon gods’ demise to drastically modify the world’s operating laws.

This caused irreversible damage, leaving the world scarred. The remaining ancient gods, in order to stabilize this crumbling world, had already sacrificed themselves to mend the heavens three thousand years ago.

The wounds of heaven and earth were only partially healed. If that system continued to siphon the world’s fortune to nourish its Son of Fortune, the world’s destruction and the suffering of its inhabitants would only be a matter of time.

The demon gods who still held hope for this world could only fill the gaps with their flesh and blood; there was no other way.

The current gods of the Heavenly Realm were no longer the compassionate ones from three thousand years ago. Most were either misled or created by the Heavenly Dao.

Therefore, Mu Yuan did not rely on the celestial immortals and buddhas to save the common people from suffering. He only hoped that in his lifetime, he could give the Nüwa descendants, who had once saved the Heavenly Demon clan, a relatively complete life.

Even if the world was destroyed, he hoped to alleviate a little of Chu Yue’s pain. After all, being oppressed by the Heavenly Dao while alive was already tragic enough.

She couldn’t even find peace in death. But if anyone was to blame, it was his father, who insisted on resurrecting his lover, summoning an otherworldly soul, which was the source of the world’s suffering.

After stabilizing Chu Yue’s injuries, Jiang Linghan, whose divine power was depleted, could no longer hold up. He was now leaning against an old tree trunk in the valley, basking in the sun.

He remembered that three thousand years ago, Jiang Linghan hated sunlight the most. Although the winter sun was warm, the overly harsh light always caused his eye condition to relapse.

Looking at him again after three thousand years, Jiang Linghan hadn’t changed at all. His sleep was light and easily startled, and his slightly furrowed brow seemed to contain a thousand sorrows.

It was a pity that such a beautiful face was perpetually shrouded in gloom.

Mu Yuan sat beneath the tree. Three thousand years ago, during his young and ignorant childhood, his favorite thing to do was to sit beside his master while he napped.

When his master woke up, he could immediately tell if the nap was peaceful. If he had a good dream, Jiang Linghan would gently stroke his hair and call his name with the utmost tenderness.

If it was a nightmare, the creases between his brows would deepen, and seeing him would inexplicably ignite a burst of anger. He would simply flick his sleeve and toss him down the mountain. No matter how much he cried or begged for mercy, Jiang Linghan wouldn’t spare him a glance, leaving him to fend for himself.

This was the price Mu Yuan paid for disturbing his nap. He had also wondered why Jiang Linghan took him as a disciple yet never treated him kindly.

Later, he learned from his Martial Uncle that his father had sacrificed the entire Heavenly Demon clan, including Jiang Linghan’s innocent Senior Sister, to keep that soul from the other world.

Enraged, Jiang Linghan stormed into the Demon Realm with his sword, seeking justice from his father, only to be ambushed by him. He lost both his eyes and half his heart, becoming irritable and volatile, losing his former composure.

He himself was saved by a wisp of the ancient Nüwa God’s remaining soul in this world; otherwise, he would have become a medicinal ingredient for his father to reshape a body for that soul.

The Nüwa God and another Earth Immortal had to trick and persuade Jiang Linghan for a long time before he agreed to take him as a disciple.

The purpose was that one day, he, who inherited the ancient demon bloodline of Chi You, could suppress the foreign Heavenly Dao and prolong the world’s lifespan.

Unfortunately, three thousand years ago, Jiang Linghan’s Senior Brother, Wuliangzi, betrayed them. The plan failed, Jiang Linghan’s physical body was occupied by that soul from the other world, the Nüwa God’s last trace of soul vanished, eight thousand demon gods perished, and he was imprisoned by his father in the Abyss of Extremity for three thousand years.

The flowers were blooming beautifully, scattering with the wind. A petal landed on Jiang Linghan’s eyelashes, making Mu Yuan’s heart itch. Then, he was slapped by the awakened Jiang Linghan.

“Don’t touch me with your filthy hands.”

Perhaps Jiang Linghan had exhausted too much divine power. Startled awake and lacking vitality, he momentarily felt dizzy and slumped onto Mu Yuan. Unfortunately, his divine power was not what it used to be, and he couldn’t break free.

Only then did he realize that the half-grown boy who used to only reach his chest was now a head taller than him, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

“A tiger fallen into the flatlands is bullied by dogs,” Mu Yuan pinched his chin. “When have you ever been this weak?”

Enraged, Jiang Linghan opened his mouth and bit his arm. Even after letting go, he still felt unsatisfied and kicked Mu Yuan.

Mu Yuan waited until he had settled down before turning to the person hiding behind the rock nearby and saying, “If you have something to say, come out.”

At that moment, a small head hesitantly peeked out from behind the cyan rock. White rabbit ears twitched, and a soft voice said, “Senior, I caught a wild chicken in a trap today. I stewed the chicken soup you love most.”

This was the real young master of the Heavenly Rabbit clan, Bai Xiaoluo. Jiang Linghan found him in the Misty Realm over a hundred years ago. His fortune had been stripped by the Heavenly Dao and transferred to the otherworldly Bai Luo, and he had lost some of his memory.

To save his life, Jiang Linghan gave him most of his divine power, allowing him to be naturally reformed. He had been secretly raised by Jiang Linghan near the Nüwa clan’s habitat in the mortal realm, serving as a mutual support for Chu Yue and the others.

Jiang Linghan and Xiao Bai returned to the house. On the simple wooden table, three sets of bowls and chopsticks had been carefully prepared, along with the standard four dishes and one soup.

Even after becoming a god or immortal, Jiang Linghan’s little habit of enjoying food had not changed.

After Chu Yue’s injuries stabilized, she was taken back to the spiritual pool built by the Nüwa clan’s Holy Aunt. She might need several months of recuperation before her revealed demon form would recede.

Otherwise, there would be more food than this.

Chu Yue’s appetite alone was three times that of Jiang Linghan’s. There was no help for it; after being injured, she needed a large amount of nourishment to speed up wound healing and recovery.

Jiang Linghan washed his hands and sat down unceremoniously in the center seat. Logically, this seat was usually reserved for highly respected seniors or visiting guests.

Jiang Linghan actually preferred to sit facing him. Xiao Bai glanced at Mu Yuan next to Jiang Linghan and intentionally reminded him, “Senior, isn’t it impolite to make the benefactor who saved Sister Chu Yue sit next to you?”

Jiang Linghan replied coolly, “He can choose not to eat.”

He then ignored Mu Yuan’s gaze, serving himself soup and dishes, and didn’t forget to pick out all the vegetables in his bowl and put them into a small side bowl.

Fortunately, Jiang Linghan, for once, didn’t touch the large chicken drumstick that Bai Xiaoluo had specifically saved for Mu Yuan, though his eyes occasionally darted toward it.

Heaven knows how long it had been since he had eaten a chicken drumstick in the Heavenly Realm.

Mu Yuan immediately saw through his little scheme and proactively placed the chicken drumstick from his bowl onto Jiang Linghan’s: “An apology gift.”

Jiang Linghan’s eyes lit up. He didn’t stand on ceremony, using his chopsticks to meticulously shred the meat from the bone, and then ate it contentedly, little by little.

Bai Luo shook his head helplessly. Ever since this Senior inherited his divine power, his fox nature had become increasingly difficult to suppress.

When he was happy, he couldn’t even maintain his human form; both his fox ears and tail were revealed. However, this also indirectly indicated that their current situation was very safe.

Mu Yuan had initially wondered why Jiang Linghan had developed a new habit of biting people after not seeing him for so long. It turned out he had reincarnated as an Arctic Fox spirit.

Especially that fox tail—sometimes when he was overly happy, it would flick onto Mu Yuan. Mu Yuan’s heart itched even more. Seizing the opportune moment when the rabbit and the fox were eating happily and hadn’t noticed his intentions, he successfully plucked a handful of fox tail fur.

Startled by the sudden grab of a sensitive area, Jiang Linghan nearly had an instinctive reaction.

Bai Xiaoluo then explained, “Senior will seal off part of his memory whenever his divine power is severely depleted. The deliberate display of his demon form is a signal to warn us.”

“Sometimes when he fights, he doesn’t know his own strength. Please don’t hold it against him.”

Upon learning the reason, Mu Yuan felt somewhat amused and exasperated. His former master, who was so arrogant that he looked down on everyone, had come to this.

“No matter, his memory issue is an old problem,” Mu Yuan said, but secretly, while Jiang Linghan wasn’t resisting, he stroked his tail fur a few more times.