My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1139: Pure Yang Bride

"Honestly, after emerging from the Nether Pond, I sensed the celestial fire intensifying," I confided in him in a low tone, "but ever since reaching Fengdu, something has felt rather peculiar."

"Your Yang Fire seems diminished; allow me to take your pulse," Yu Longting stated, his expression growing increasingly solemn after a moment of examination.

A wave of panic washed over me, as if facing a terminal diagnosis. "Could it be that the surreptitious energies within the Nether Pond have caused an incurable ailment?"

"Not precisely, but it’s not far from it," Yu Longting replied with a deep sigh, drawing me into his embrace. "You are having your period."

"My period? How could a menstrual cycle follow me all the way to Feng... Fengdu?" I bit my tongue sharply, the sting a welcome distraction. "You can't possibly mean... that kind of period, can you?"

My voice carried a distinct edge of malice.

If that were indeed the case, I felt an overwhelming urge to pummel him right there on the street.

Here I am, dealing with menstruation, and he looks at me with such a mournful expression, as if I’m facing a fatal disease??

"Yes, it means we can’t be intimate tonight," Yu Longting’s voice, usually eerie and sinister, held a faint hint of bashfulness.

My heart immediately softened. I patted his back reassuringly, then a sudden thought struck me. "Then... I don’t have... any noticeable bloodstains, do I?"

"None visible at the moment. The talismans we carried were submerged in the Nether Pond, rendering them temporarily ineffective. I’ll procure some talisman paper and draw new ones," Yu Longting said, tapping the back of my head. He held me tighter, a reluctant reluctance in his embrace. "Stay put right here. Given your current condition, entering the alley would be inauspicious. I shall be swift! Do not wander off, and if anyone dares to bully you, strike them down."

"Very well, you go on ahead. You won’t be gone long enough for anyone to dare bully me," I replied, utterly speechless. Yu Longting treated me like a child.

Even though he is my husband, his demeanor is akin to a fretful father.

Constantly worried that his beloved daughter might be abducted by traffickers.

Yu Longting released a serpentine form, and seizing a moment when no one was observing, it stealthily slithered into my cheongsam. "Five minutes at most; I shall return momentarily."

With that, he vanished into a narrow side alley brimming with Peach Wood Swords and other similar charms.

It’s quite a paradox: one adjacent area is a shadowy den selling malevolent artifacts and peculiar items, while the neighboring street is lined with shops dealing in Feng Shui, the Eight Trigrams, Wealth Gods, Kitchen Gods, and Peach Wood charms.

And these two disparate zones coexist in perfect harmony...

"What a twist of fate, little one, that we should meet again," an elderly woman approached, her face paler than whitewashed walls, a smile blooming like a flower, as she held a traditional oiled-paper umbrella.

The old woman possessed hair of silver, yet her scalp was startlingly black.

Even from a considerable distance, I could discern white maggots writhing amongst her silver strands.

A frown creased my brow, and my hand instinctively reached into my shoulder bag for my protective charms.

Upon withdrawing them, they felt inexplicably eerie, rendered unusable. I suddenly recalled Yu Longting’s earlier mention of the Nether Pond likely having corrupted them.

"Indeed, quite the twist of fate, old woman. Why do you continuously attach yourself to me? Do I know you?" I extracted a hairpin from my hair, pricked my finger, and swiftly inscribed a Palm Talisman onto my palm.

Wasn't this the same elderly woman who had dissolved into ashes the last time Qing Li had gently clasped her wrist? Yet here she was again, relentlessly haunting me.

The old lady appeared taken aback by my impromptu talisman-crafting and burst into laughter, tearfully observing my clumsy execution of Hand Seals. "So, it’s a mere trifle. Learning from Ling Zhengying on television, you truly believe yourself a Daoist? I consider it your good fortune that I find you appealing. Were it not for your pure Yin fate, which is exceptionally suitable for passing on lineage to my son, I would not trouble myself with you."

Caught off guard by this sudden confrontation, especially while my physical condition was weakened from my period, my reaction was considerably delayed.

Before I could even contemplate resisting, her rough, calloused hand clamped onto my shoulder blade, dragging me away as if I were a lifeless hound.