My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1156: You’re Just Like Monkey Sun

"Su Wan, your end is near. Once you perish, I shall have my way with you countless times." Piao Changji let out a cold laugh, his features twisted with vengeful delight. "When Yu Longting eventually retrieves your corpse, he'll be so disgusted that he'll never wish to see you again."

Yu Longting??

It appeared that Yu Qingxiao had indeed left Piao Changji in a severely injured state during their last encounter, making him acutely aware of who the true Dragon Emperor was.

Given his famously cunning nature, it was only logical that Piao Changji would have conducted a more comprehensive investigation.

Even I had believed myself to be ensnared by Piao Changji's machinations, anticipating a backlash at any moment.

However, I felt no pain, and my mind remained exceptionally clear.

Instead, it was Piao Changji who cried out in agony as the Sharp Gold Aura from the wound on his palm erupted, surging up his arm and consuming him entirely.

Wherever this energy flowed, any bone or flesh tainted by Demon Qi was utterly dissolved into nothingness.

Ultimately, only his head remained, which melted away in disbelief as he uttered, "Impossible. I meticulously adjusted the ancient manor's restrictions. Even with the Copper Key, Su Wan, you should have been instantly struck down by the restrictions."

As his words faded, his head dissolved as well.

Piao Changji's revelation sent a jolt of intense anxiety through me. If the Copper Key couldn't guarantee my use of the Art, would I now face a backlash?

Yet, a thorough examination of my body from head to toe using my Spiritual Power revealed no significant issues, save for a slight ache in my foot.

Could it be that by refining the Three Corpse God within my head and abdomen at the Nether Pond, this particular restriction, designed to target the Three Corpse God, only affected my foot?

"Xiao Li, do not be afraid. I am here. The Soft-shelled Turtle Spirit has already been dispatched by me." Donning a slender cheongsam, I tore down the draped gauze from the beam and tenderly wrapped Xiao Li's form with it.

Xiao Li embraced me tightly, sobbing as if the world had ended. "I thought I was finished, but you returned to save me, Wanwan! I love you to the point of obsession! Wuwuwu~"

"Love? Someone like me is hardly worthy of a friend as wonderful as you. It is entirely my fault for provoking the Soft-shelled Turtle Spirit, which brought this calamity upon you." Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my ankle, causing my strength to fail, and I collapsed to the ground. "Ah~"

It seemed the Three Corpse God residing in my foot had not been fully refined, leaving me vulnerable to the restriction's backlash.

Still swaddled in white gauze, Xiao Li hastily leaped from the desk, attempting to help me to my feet.

However, I instantly detected a peculiar Demon Qi emanating from behind a landscape painting. I surmised it wasn't Piao Changji himself, but rather a puppet body that had just been annihilated.

With a cold expression, I pulled Xiao Li behind me, my gaze fixed intently on the painting. "You're just like Sun Wukong, plucking a single hair to create numerous clones."

"Begone! I am no monkey; I am a thousand-year-old land turtle!" Piao Changji, apparently enduring immense shame, erupted in fury from behind the painting. "I do not possess that many avatars, you vile woman! You have destroyed another of my bodies, one that I painstakingly created."

"Ah, yes, of course. Your kind lived their lives splendidly, only to be cunningly ensnared and slain by you. You then extracted their inner cores to fashion puppet bodies – how tiresome." My foot throbbed with excruciating pain. I desperately needed time to channel my Spiritual Power to alleviate the agony caused by the Three Corpse God in my foot, so I deliberately engaged in this distracting banter. "Your departed kin must be applauding you from the underworld, exclaiming 'Many thanks!'"

"Truly insidious! After merely a few days apart, you have managed to refine the Three Corpse God. No wonder you were not harmed by the backlash. Your advancement is akin to a thousand years of cultivation!" His cold, dark eyes emerged from behind the painting, a sneer laced with apprehension playing on his lips, his gaze filled with icy amusement. "Although I know not what malevolent art you employed, I possess further stratagems. Since you have arrived here, you shall depart only in death."

With that, the figure produced a five-stringed ancient zither from behind him, his short, clumsy fingers beginning to pluck at its delicate strings.