My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1140: I Prefer to Eliminate All Roots

How can this be? My status as an Earth Immortal level practitioner of the Mystic Sect should have prevented me from being captured by some spectral old woman. To be offered as a bride would leave me with no face to remain within our community. At that critical juncture, I channeled the heavenly fire within me, disregarding any need for hand seals or incantations. Directly employing my Daoist Heart to command the flames, I unleashed a torrent of fierce fire from my palm. Spinning around, I gripped the withered old woman's wrist and channeled the scorching heavenly fire into her very being. With a pained shriek, the old woman instantly disintegrated into a heap of ash. This time, she should be truly dead, her Three Souls and Seven Spirits utterly consumed. However, I fared no better. Despite a temporary surge in strength within the Nether Pond, the corrosive water had weakened my body during recovery, depleting my vital energy. Consequently, my cultivation base had nearly vanished. And now, expending heavenly fire while in such a weakened state, my body felt utterly drained.

"Mother, my mother... what did you do to her?" Suddenly, a young man, as frail as a twig, materialized. His body was rail-thin, a somber expression etched onto his face, and his skin was alarmingly sallow. He lunged at me, his feeble leg aiming for my chest. "You killed my mother; I will avenge her!"

Normally, I could have easily evaded his attack. However, this assailant's sweeping kick was imbued with Corpse Qi. The malevolent Qi suppressed my already depleted spiritual energy shield, rendering me incapable of mobilizing my power. I had no choice but to endure the unexpected blow. Afterward, I swiftly drew an Evil-Breaking Spell with my palm to subdue the sickly man saturated with Corpse Qi. As for the heavenly fire, I dared not unleash it entirely. This fire felt intrinsically mine, yet my current power level was insufficient to control it freely. I required optimal health and composure to wield it, lest I be consumed by its potent, innate origin.

With a cracking sound, a towering figure suddenly appeared. Yu Longting materialized before me, expertly seizing the sickly man's ankle and wrenching off his entire leg. "Such audacious times, for even a Yin Corpse to dare lay hands upon my wife! Are you not the Yin Yang Envoy of Fengdu? How could you muster such boldness?"

"S-Snake... Snake Lord... you... you are Snake Lord." The young man's pallid complexion turned even more ashen. Dragging his maimed limb, he knelt on the ground, trembling. "This... this lowly Pure Yang Girl was merely a concubine my mother selected for me... How could she possibly be yours... Ah... the pain... I was mistaken..."

Yu Longting acted with decisive ruthlessness, twisting off the man's head as well. Yet, the man remained in a state between life and death; even with his head severed, he seemed remarkably unfazed. Yu Longting casually tossed the detached head onto the ground. "Pure Yang Girl? Who informed you that my wife is a Pure Yang Girl? Her birth destiny is profoundly concealed; neither you nor your mother could discern it, even with your respective cultivation levels."

"It was... Great Turtle Immortal; he said I would have descendants if I wedded her." The man clutched his severed head to his chest, quivering uncontrollably. "My misfortune is too great. My mother was just incinerated by her with Yang Fire. I truly had no inkling that she was your... Madam."

"Great Turtle Immortal? Could it be Piao Changji?" A realization dawned upon me, and I retrieved two Soft-shelled Turtle Spirits' inner cores from my shoulder pouch. "Do you recognize these two Soft-shelled Turtle Spirits' inner cores?"

"No, no, no, I don't recognize them. Furthermore, isn't Great Immortal Piao of the Earth Attribute? These two clearly are not." The deceased man's eyes, brimming with venomous resentment towards both me and Yu Longting, rolled mockingly in their sockets. Yu Longting waved his hand, affixing a talisman paper to the man's neck at the point of severance. He smiled gently, "I am one who favors cutting the weeds and eradicating the roots. Since you harbored the misguided intention of marrying my wife, and your mother met her demise as a consequence, to avert any future retribution from you, I must only... send you... to the Western Heaven."