My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1169: Turned into Roast Pig

"She likely can, our Eldest Sister is quite capable," Xiao Li stated, having observed Madam Zhao's prowess firsthand and recognizing her formidable nature.

Before I could even process this, the one-eyed Taoist nun uttered sorrowfully, "Madam Zhao is unable to depart."

"Why is that?" I inquired with urgency.

The nun, her single eye filled with distress, drew her longsword from her waist, preparing to commit suicide as a show of loyalty. "Madam is forbidden from leaving the Taoist temple."

"No...don't do anything hasty! I will rescue her! I will rescue..." Based on the nun's cryptic words alone, I was at a loss to understand why Madam Zhao was confined or how to secure her release.

Yet, a powerful conviction gripped me: if everyone else was escaping, we could not possibly abandon Madam Zhao within the burning temple.

Moving swiftly, I made my way back to the Taoist temple, a journey that took barely two or three minutes.

The temple structure itself had not yet succumbed to the flames, but the entire mountain was engulfed in a fiery inferno.

Madam Zhao was calmly watering her lilies when she saw me, her eyes widening in surprise.

The wooden watering can slipped from her grasp, and after a moment of stunned silence, she asked, "Did you forget something in the temple?"

"Yes, you! You haven't escaped yet! I've come specifically to get you out," I responded, seizing Madam Zhao's arm.

A look of utter disbelief spread across Madam Zhao’s face. "Didn't the Taoist nun inform you? I cannot leave the Taoist temple."

"She did mention that, which only strengthens the urgency to find a way to rescue you," I declared. Inside, my contempt for Zhao Sihai deepened; what a truly loathsome individual.

Committing a crime is one thing, but what kind of marital discord leads one to imprison their wife in a dilapidated Taoist temple?

Madam Zhao offered a dejected smile. "How can we possibly escape? The mountain fire is raging, and with the wind, we'll soon be nothing more than roasted pigs."

"Before we meet that fate, let me help you escape. At the very least, I won't die alone," I assured her, offering a reassuring glance.

Madam Zhao's smile widened. "You are far more dependable than that scoundrel. In a crisis, you won't abandon your companions."

"Haha, did Xiao Li teach you the term 'scumbag'?" I rummaged through my crossbody bag, only to find the Water Curse and Wind Curse talismans.

To conjure rain, we would need to construct a sacrificial altar, much like the one in the Barbarian Village.

In this dire situation, where could such an altar possibly be erected?

Madam Zhao casually took my talismans. "It was my younger sister who taught me that phrase. It's fortunate I rescued her from the streets; I've learned so much about the world from her recently. Your talismans are quite well-drawn."

"Please return the talismans to me. I will attempt to summon a water dragon to quell the mountain fire," I pleaded, watching her idly fiddle with the charms, a bead of sweat forming on my brow.

My dear sister, the flames have already consumed the main gate of the Taoist temple, and yet you remain so composed.

Madam Zhao shook her head. "Even if you expended all your Spiritual Power to summon a water dragon and extinguish this inferno, the monstrous villagers below would simply reignite it. You cannot defeat them."

With that, she tossed the talismans back to me.

"We must at least try," I insisted, using all my water talismans. A small water dragon materialized, barely managing to extinguish the flames encroaching upon the temple before the talismans rapidly lost their efficacy.

Furthermore, the mountain fire behaved unnaturally, as if imbued with some dark magic, reviving with terrifying speed and burning even more ferociously.

Madam Zhao lightly covered her mouth and chuckled. "Allow me to help you descend the mountain. I have been confined for so long, suffocated by this existence; I’d almost prefer to perish in the flames. I actually possess knowledge of talismans, but I realize your water talismans are insufficient against this fire—it is Chaos Fire, stolen by Piao Changji from that despicable man."

"Is that so? No wonder it burns so fiercely; it feels like it could melt through solid rock," I mused, contemplating a strategic retreat. The thought of risking my life for someone I had only just met was daunting, but Madam Zhao's carefree demeanor prevented me from abandoning her.

I couldn't bear the thought of leaving her to face the blaze alone, solidifying my resolve. "Good sister, is there perhaps a cellar within the Taoist temple? Even a cave would suffice!"