My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1167: The Tortoise Spirit Takes a Wife

"Alright, I shall go find Piao Changji." I declared with firm resolve. The ancient painting itself functioned as a formidable prison, and one could never predict the potential calamities that might arise from lingering within its confines any longer. Discovering an escape route sooner rather than later would invariably lead to our timely departure.

Xiao Li, with a touch of caution, inquired, "Leaving immediately? Shouldn’t we formulate a strategy beforehand?"

"Unrivaled power is the ultimate strategy; rest assured, I would never engage in an action I felt uncertain about." My confidence in my own strength was absolute, and I harbored no apprehension about confronting Piao Changji directly. Even if the entire town were teeming with monstrous entities, they would pose no significant threat to me. A single Thunder Charm possesses the capability to obliterate them all without question.

Xiao Li then directed her gaze toward Madam Zhao, asking, "Elder Sister, you possess the Flying and Escaping Technique; why not lend Wanwan your assistance?"

"Me? My vitality is considerably diminished today, making me incapable of accompanying you," Madam Zhao responded, emitting a delicate cough and momentarily transforming into a portrait of delicate frailty.

Xiao Li visibly gasped in surprise, her countenance etched with disappointment. "Very well, very well, then I shall accompany Wanwan."

Truthfully, I was fully aware that Xiao Li held no genuine belief in Madam Zhao’s pretense. However, Madam Zhao had previously rendered a life-saving service to Xiao Li, and furthermore, she was recognized as a master in the external world. Even if her excuse was a fabrication, we lacked the standing to call her out on it.

"You shall remain at the Taoist Temple; Wuyue will accompany me," I stated. Although I initially preferred not to have the Human Snake siblings tagging along, given that he was undeniably determined to come, it was more pragmatic to accept the situation.

Wuyue, upon hearing this, appeared remarkably content. With his Snake Tail coiled securely around my waist, he gracefully and elegantly descended the mountain, remarking, "You no longer seem intent on avoiding me."

"Hehe, can I truly avoid you?" Internally, I seethed, cursing Yu Longting countless times for bringing Wuyue into this predicament. In my current state of exasperation, any past gratitude for his assistance had utterly vanished. All that remained prominent in my mind were the disturbances Wuyue had caused and the sheer annoyance of his persistent entanglement.

Wuyue proceeded directly forward, making a swift incursion into Piao Changji’s opulent mansion courtyard. The rear garden was abuzz with a celebratory atmosphere, filled with the resonant sounds of drums and jubilant exclamations. Countless crimson paper fragments, akin to celestial blossoms, rained down from the upper levels of the structure, blanketing the ground in a vibrant sea of red. Within the courtyard, no fewer than eight brides, adorned in resplendent wedding attire, were present. Each bride was shackled by chains affixed to their ankles and wore a crimson veil concealing their faces. Every one of them was weeping, yet none dared to attempt an escape.

"Let us now invite our groom, Lord Piao, to ceremoniously unveil our brides," announced the portly matchmaker, resplendent in her ornate attire.

Piao Changji, clad in his regal red official robes and sporting a prominent red flower pinned to his chest, declared, "My lovely ones, tonight in the bridal chamber, you shall all attend to me together." He eagerly rubbed his hands together, proceeding to lift the veils one by one. I had never before encountered an individual exhibiting such overt lechery, wedding so many consorts in such haste. Even the mighty ape Yuan Hong would pale in comparison before Piao Changji’s insatiable desires.

"Please take me home; where am I?" one bride tearfully pleaded, her appearance clearly that of an ordinary woman. It was highly probable that she had been abducted and coerced into this abhorrent union with the demonic spirit.

Without a shred of compassion, the malevolent spirit raised his hand and delivered a stinging slap to the young bride’s face, which resembled a delicate flower. "Insolence! This is your abode now. Whoever dares to defy, whoever fails to serve me diligently, shall be cast into the well!" The women, all modern individuals, were nevertheless bone-chillingly terrified, their bodies trembling uncontrollably on the ground. Beneath the voluminous wedding garments, faint indications of prior physical abuse could be discerned. It was likely they had been subjected to punishment prior to the ceremony.

The unfortunate maiden who bore the brunt of the assault suffered the most grievously; her face was left discolored and bruised. Blood trickled from her lips; it remained uncertain whether she had succumbed to unconsciousness or had been struck dead.

"Piao Changji, I had presumed your grandiose claim of possessing a hundred and eight wives was mere hyperbole; it appears your boasts were, in fact, grounded in reality," I remarked, a profound sense of remorse washing over me as I witnessed the unfolding tragedy, unable to intervene in time.

Before Piao Changji could utter a response, I delivered a forceful kick, sending him sprawling to the ground. Planting my foot firmly on his back, I channeled the formidable power of my Sharp Gold Aura. This sudden assault mirrored the initial encounter with his fire elemental clone, directly overwhelming Piao Changji’s true form and causing him to spew blood repeatedly. He spoke in fragmented bursts, "You... killed my four... clones, was that not enough? Me marrying... wives has no bearing on you. Your friend... was rescued by that old woman on the mountain; thus, we are square... Why... why are you assaulting me??"