My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1164: The Yu of Riding the Wind

"I was slumbering peacefully, and someone rudely disturbed my rest, so how can you fault me?" Wuyue grumbled with irritation.

The Taoist nun's eyes narrowed, "You've been struck by the Truth-Spitting Spell?"

"Ha, it's my own vitality, utilized by this lass to invoke the enchantment," Wuyue replied, his face etched with helplessness and vexation. "The Golden Blood Talisman is exceedingly potent. I've inflicted harm upon myself, and recovery will necessitate at least three days."

Upon learning that Wuyue was indeed aware of the curse afflicting him, and witnessing his disgruntled demeanor,

I nearly erupted into laughter. Given his solitary and proud disposition, I could only imagine the internal turmoil he was enduring!

The one-eyed Taoist nun, unacquainted with Wuyue's true nature, burst into unrestrained laughter. "Hahaha, this is indeed a twist of fate. It's rare for someone to seek out Madam Zhao after all these years."

"What? Madam Zhao?? The mistress of White Lady Mountain is called Madam Zhao?" I found myself re-evaluating the Taoist nun.

The Taoist temple had been so remarkably silent that I had instinctively assumed the nun was the sole occupant.

However, when the Taoist nun mentioned Madam Zhao, a realization dawned upon me: she might merely be a subordinate.

After all, despite her seemingly celestial appearance, she was, in essence, a departed soul.

Insufficient, I reasoned, to instill apprehension in someone as cunning and possessing a degree of cultivation as Piao Changji.

But then...

Who precisely was this Madam Zhao?

Residing within this illusory painting, yet Piao Changji himself dared not provoke her.

The one-eyed Taoist nun chuckled, "The young lady jest. In antiquity, upon marriage, a woman adopted her husband's surname. Our Madam's ancestral surname was Yu."

"Which 'Yu'??" A sliver of hope persisted within my heart; perhaps it was a homophone.

Jade? Yu? Yu? Yu??

The Taoist nun clarified, "The 'Yu' signifying 'to ride the wind and travel.'"

Me: "..."

It transpired that reality was far less melodramatic than my initial imaginings.

A relative of Yu Longting, and concurrently Zhao Sihai's wife?

It couldn't possibly be that...

Yet, reality often unfolds in ways more dramatic, perhaps even more astonishing, than one anticipates.

Ultimately, even my own conjectures might pale in comparison to the actual truth.

Then, a voice emanated from within the Taoist temple, neither loud nor soft, "Is there a guest seeking an audience with me?"

"We almost missed the main event," the one-eyed Taoist nun exclaimed, slapping her forehead. With cheerful alacrity, she gestured for Wuyue and me to enter the temple. "Pray, come in, both of you. I shall escort you to Madam Zhao. She currently practices as a lay Buddhist."

The Taoist temple was expansive, and the statue of The Three Pure Ones in the principal hall stood with imposing majesty.

The Taoist nun guided us, her pace appearing normal, yet it took approximately ten minutes of walking before we arrived at a petite courtyard.

Within the courtyard, tea was steeping, and a woman with cascading hair, clad in a simple gray Taoist robe, rested her chin on her hand.

She held a copy of the Tao Te Ching, engrossed in its contents, and inquired, "Are you two a married couple?"

Without even glancing in our direction, she assumed we were a pair.

I was uncertain whether her assertion stemmed from presumption or profound insight, as if she possessed a form of clairvoyance.

"What leads Madam Zhao to that conclusion?? The individual beside me and I are merely acquaintances," I responded, offering a respectful bow to the woman.

Perhaps it was my particularly courteous conduct that garnered her initial favor.

The woman then rose, placing the book behind her back, her luminous eyes scrutinizing me intently. "I observe you bear the Life Token of a snake. As long as you desire, its owner shall live; should you wish for his demise, he will turn to mere ashes instantly... Such profound devotion, yet he has not captured your full attention?"

"Xiao... Xiao Li!!" I gasped, utterly astonished to find that the woman's visage was identical to Xiao Li's.

While this woman's skin was fair, her face bore a tan complexion.

It presented a rather jarring and somewhat unsettling appearance.

Madam Zhao gently touched her own face, offering an explanation: "It is merely a reflection of the heart. Whomsoever you hold dear in your heart, their likeness you shall perceive upon my countenance."

"I understand now; you gave me quite a fright," I admitted, concluding it must be some potent Mysterious Art, and not worthy of further alarm. Raising the finger adorned with the Life Token, I clarified, "Madam Zhao, you have misunderstood. This Life Token belongs to my husband, not to this Human Snake."