Insanely Pampered Wife: Divine Doctor Fifth Young Miss Chapter 2315 - Side Story - Wu Xiao Dao Edition (5) Bring a message

They would never permit her to sacrifice her life for Wan’er.

Particularly Mu Si—even without memories of the past, he harbored an inexplicable fondness and attachment toward Wu Xiao Dao. If forced to trade her life for Wan’er’s, he’d rather perish alongside Wan’er.

As for Fu Ming Shao, she would never allow her to die.

No one comprehended Wu Xiao Dao’s intentions. Without a thorough explanation, they’d surely block her from proceeding.

“I’m not from your place,” she said.

Wan’er and her maid stood amazed. Fu Ming Shao and Mu Si had suspected it already, yet shock still rippled through them.

Fu Ming Shao longed to cut her off, but an inexplicable irritation surged at the notion, leaving him silent.

“This world spans countless continents, yours just one among many. For unknown reasons, people here can’t cultivate. But in my homeland, cultivation thrives for many, myself included. An accident hurled me here later—I plunged through a spatial crack and awoke in this land.” Wu Xiao Dao explained slowly.

“Cultivation, what is that?” Wan’er asked curiously.

“It’s akin to your internal strength, only vastly more potent.” Wu Xiao Dao replied, conjuring a small fireball before snuffing it out.

Flames erupting from her palm stunned everyone. Before they could react, she unleashed another spiritual skill.

Channeling mere traces of spirit power, she shattered a hole in the courtyard wall, her might leaving all dumbfounded.

“It’s amazing!” Wan’er exclaimed.

After revealing the essence of cultivation, Wu Xiao Dao pressed on: “When I emerged from the spatial rift, I couldn’t summon my spirit power at first. Though I managed some eventually, it still pulverized a man and his horse to death.”

“Does that good thing you mentioned connect to this?” Mu Si asked.

“My mother...” Wu Xiao Dao glanced at Mu Si, “My family holds immense power. If I survive the lightning tribulation here, my mother and the others should sense my plight and rush to my aid.”

“You want to go back?” Fu Ming Shao asked.

Wu Xiao Dao nodded resolutely: “My world... isn’t here.”

Her unwavering resolve silenced them. She sought to return home, and none dared object.

“Is there anything you need our help with?” Fu Ming Shao asked.

Wu Xiao Dao shook her head and said, “Just help me find a place where there’s no one else.”

Fu Ming Shao and Mu Si grasped that the lightning tribulation would unleash massive turmoil.

They knew of a remote area beyond the capital with scant population. Since Wan’er relied on a carriage, the journey to that mountain range spanned three days. They evicted all hunters from the peaks and, only after confirming the mountains empty, stationed guards at the edges.

Wan’er alighted from the carriage as Wu Xiao Dao waved, materializing a chaise lounge and simple table before the group.

“Lie down on it. To keep you from injuring yourself, I’ll need to bind you.” Wu Xiao Dao said, “This process hurts a lot—you must endure.”

Wan’er puzzled over the sudden items but found the chaise lounge fascinating upon reclining. Hearing Wu Xiao Dao, she nodded: “Tie me up.”

Wu Xiao Dao fetched rope, directing Mu Si to fasten Wan’er’s limbs to the lounge. She then provided a medicinal pill to swallow and infused spirit power to safeguard her organs.

For mortals, this posed no danger, but Wan’er endured hellish torment. Something seemed to rip her body apart—not merely organs, but every fiber ached fiercely. Her skin itched unbearably, tempting her to scratch until she recalled her restraints.

“Ah—” The searing pain and infernal itch wrenched a howl from her, twisting Mu Si’s heart in anguish.

“Why is it so painful? Is there any way to relieve the pain?” Mu Si asked Wu Xiao Dao.

“Defying the heavens defies the natural order.” Wu Xiao Dao eyed the sky, dark clouds gathering ominously.

Mu Si stood speechless—how could such a feat be ordinary? Triumph wouldn’t come lightly.

Fu Ming Shao gazed upward too, brow creasing at clouds swallowing the once-clear sky.

Nearing the crucial moment, she checked Wan’er’s pulse again. Wan’er had hovered near blackout from agony, but now relief began to seep in.

“It’s done. I’ve blocked the Heavenly Dao from siphoning your vitality, though past losses remain irreparable—you’ll mend in time.” Wu Xiao Dao said, “Mu Si, her body still throbs with pain. It’ll linger awhile; have men carry her out. You two withdraw too—bar anyone from the mountains, or they’ll share the tribulation and get blasted by lightning.”

Mu Si signaled, guards rushing forward to bear Wan’er and the lounge away.

Fu Ming Shao eyed Wu Xiao Dao: “Can you really do it?”

“It should be possible.” Wu Xiao Dao replied uncertainly, “If lightning spares me, I’ll rely on your care henceforth.”

As she spoke, she produced several bottles of medicinal pills, pressing them into Fu Ming Shao’s grasp: “If I survive, hand all these medicinal pills back to me.”

She regarded Fu Ming Shao, instinctively certain he’d never betray her.

Fu Ming Shao gripped the jade bottles fiercely, rasping, “Alright.”

Mu Si and Fu Ming Shao retreated. After mere steps, he whirled: “You said we knew each other before—what’s our bond?”

Wu Xiao Dao froze—she hadn’t anticipated the question now. If death claimed her, he’d likely never know.

She’d thought him utterly incurious!

“You’re my mother’s disciple; I watched you grow up.” Wu Xiao Dao finished, noting their lingering steps as the tribulation locked on. She hurled them far away, then soared aloft.

Fu Ming Shao and Mu Si’s seasoned guards still reeled at her suspension in midair.

This eclipsed their light footwork—she genuinely flew.

Was she a true fairy?

Clouds atop Wu Xiao Dao thickened relentlessly. Spotting Cloud Spirit amid the tribulation clouds, she beamed: “Cloud Spirit, go easy on me, and could you relay a message to my mother? Tell her to come save me here—I’ll reward you with delectable fruit wine later.”

Cloud Spirit nearly plummeted at her words! This Wu Xiao Dao echoed her mother so vividly! Wait—had this imp conscripted a lofty Cloud Spirit as messenger?!

Fuming, it unleashed the first tribulation lightning mercilessly.