My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1163: Request to Meet the Master of White Lady Mountain

I let out a helpless laugh, offering my thanks for the flattery with a declaration of unworthiness.

It seemed Yu Longting’s psychological influence over Wuyue was indeed leaving residual effects, causing him to still harbor feelings for me.

After all, even though Yu Longting’s Primordial Spirit had departed, Wuyue hadn’t forgotten any of the Mysterious Gate Taoist Methods he was privy to??

Oh heavens!

Can he truly handle the karmic repercussions he himself created??

"As a king, my affection for you is naturally a supreme honor. It's understandable that you'd feel pressured. Wouldn't it be a pity for someone as captivating and regal as I am to see you follow that inept Snake Lord, adhering to outdated virtues~" Wuyue, still ensnared by the Truth-Spitting Spell, spoke with an unfiltered frankness.

In days past, he would have kept such thoughts hidden, maintaining a semblance of decorum.

Now, it was as if a dam had broken, spilling every secret at once.

When he regained his senses, one could only imagine the profound regret that would consume him.

Feigning ignorance of Wuyue’s revealing words, my face growing grim, I stepped forward.

Tapping the copper ring on the Taoist Temple’s door, I called out, "Hello, is anyone within? I wish to meet the master of White Lady Mountain."

After a considerable wait, no one emerged to open the door.

Perhaps the Taoist Temple was so vast that those inside simply didn't hear.

Thus, I knocked several more times, each instance politely announcing my presence.

Yet, aside from the cries of solitary birds soaring past, an oppressive silence reigned.

Could it be that the inhabitants had ventured out, or were they deliberately withholding entry?

The thought of venturing deeper into the mountain crossed my mind, but ultimately, I resolved to wait.

"Su Wan, we should be dead by now," Wuyue declared, sprawled on the ground, gazing boredly at the stars with a distinct lack of kingly dignity.

His words struck a chord within me, and I blurted out, "Why do you suddenly voice such a sentiment??"

Could it be that, deep down, Wuyue and I shared the same unspoken thought??

"Piao Changji is aware we are trapped within the painting. He should have already exited and torn it asunder," Wuyue stated, leaning against a red wall where weeds had taken hold. A cold, enchanting smile played on his lips as his long snake tail coiled around my waist.

My fingers were on the verge of breaking as I struggled to pry his tail away. "But we are still alive, and he employed such crude methods to target me. There is only one possible explanation."

"The old turtle isn't emerging," Wuyue murmured, his tail once again encircling my waist.

Shaking my aching arms, a sharp desire to grab a knife surged within me.

To sever a section of his tail and see if he would still be bored enough to constantly pester me. "It also implies that his avatars are likely all annihilated, otherwise, he would have dispatched one to tear down the painting by now."

"Interesting," Wuyue pronounced, his characteristic catchphrase.

The night had barely stretched into an hour, and with the previous delay at the farmer's dwelling, Wuyue and I had waited before the Taoist Temple for well over half an hour.

As dawn broke, crisp bird calls echoed through the mist-shrouded mountains.

The clear peal of a bell from within the Taoist Temple reached my ears, igniting a jolt of excitement.

Hastily, I scrambled to my feet and hurried to the door, knocking repeatedly, "Hello, is anyone there? I am here to see the master of White Lady Mountain."

After a brief pause, a One-eyed Taoist Nun opened the door.

She was remarkably gaunt, gripping a whisk.

Though she emanated an aura of Corpse Qi and dust, it did not lend her a sinister appearance; rather, it projected an air of righteousness.

This was a deceased individual, yet seemingly from the Orthodox Sect.

"Are you from the outside world?" The One-eyed Taoist Nun subjected me to a thorough examination, forming a judgment.

I nodded vigorously, affirming, "Yes, yes."

The Taoist Nun then turned her gaze to Wuyue. "One of the underground dwellers from beyond? Your kind should have vanished millennia ago. How can you still possess such vitality? It defies logic."