Who Said My Wife Is A Demon!

There was some chaos in the courtyard for a while, and many disciples were at a loss.

Their beloved mistresses, beloved junior sister, both died tragically overnight, the bloody facts right in front of them. How could they not be confused?

“This is impossible!” A disciple exclaimed in shock and anger. “Our sect master is highly skilled in martial arts. How could he suddenly go insane? Just a few days ago, he was teaching us martial arts!”

“You’re right!” Another disciple, emboldened by his companion’s words, echoed loudly. “Recently, Sect Master has been leading the organization of various sects day and night. If there were signs of madness, how could people from other sects not notice?”

“You may not believe it, but the yamen will,” Yang Shifei said calmly, taking out a letter from his pocket. “Evidence of collusion with the enemy was found in your sect master’s room. Once reported to the authorities, there will be a fair judgment.”

With that, he pointed casually in the direction of the main hall. “The Chief Constable of the yamen is here now. If they didn’t suspect your master, why would they resort to violence? Or perhaps—”

Yang Shifei glanced around pretending to be angry. “You, like Xiang Tianlin, are all traitors colluding with the enemy, trying to obstruct our yamen’s investigation!?”

“This… this…”

Under his fierce gaze, many disciples instinctively stepped back, their faces pale, and even their weapons in their hands almost slipping.

But the two senior disciples persisted, “Hand over the letter and let us see it!”

Yang Shifei said coldly, “Hand over the evidence so you can destroy it all?”

At this, Xiang Zhao and Xiang Yu’s expressions changed, obviously struck by his words.

The disciples of the Nine Layers Sect around them hesitated, not knowing what to do. After all, their own leader suddenly betrayed the country, and their mistresses died tragically. These changes came too quickly, making it impossible for them to remain calm, and their loyalty naturally shifted to their senior brothers.

“Regardless, none of you are leaving,” Xiang Zhao’s expression changed constantly, and he suddenly raised his sword. “If it turns out later that you are innocent, I’ll compensate you with my arm!”

“Who cares? If the Nine Layers Sect wants to defy the yamen, feel free.” Yang Shifei’s tone became even colder. “More official troops will arrive soon. Even if you manage to capture me, everyone in the Nine Layers Sect will end up in prison.”

The disciples around them broke out in a cold sweat, and when they heard the continuous shouts of the soldiers outside the courtyard, they quietly sheathed their weapons.

Seeing this situation, although the two senior disciples were angry, they were also helpless.

Although the Nine Layers Sect was considered the top sect in the East city, it was ultimately backed by the court. If they defied the orders of the court, the entire sect would be severely punished.

“…”

But after a moment of silence, they still circulated their internal energy, their sword edges flashing with cold light.

“Senior brother!” A disciple shouted urgently from afar. “Please think twice! If you act rashly now—”

“Sect master raised me from childhood; I can’t just stand by.”

“Me neither.”

The two looked at each other and had already made up their minds.

Yang Shifei’s expression was indifferent as he clenched his fists and took a defensive stance. It seemed that a fight was inevitable.

“Stop.”

Just at that moment, a deep voice suddenly rang out, startling everyone present.

The figure of Chief Constable Tie leaped down from the roof and stood in front of Yang Shifei, taking out a token from his pocket:

“All members of the Nine Layers Sect, your Sect Master Xiang Tianlin has colluded with the enemy and fled in fear of punishment. Now I command you all to lay down your weapons and await the arrival of the authorities for investigation. During this period, you are not allowed to leave the sect even half a step.”

Upon hearing this, Xiang Zhao and Xiang Yu, who had been considering making a move, trembled all over as if all their strength had drained away, and they collapsed to the ground in a daze.

“Sect master… really ran away…”

The disciples of the Nine Layers Sect around them discussed it, all incredulous.

Chief Constable Tie put away the token and looked back. “Young man, did you find any evidence?”

“It’s all here.” Yang Shifei handed him all the envelopes from his pocket. “You didn’t catch Xiang Tianlin?”

Chief Constable Tie smiled bitterly. “His cultivation is slightly stronger than mine. If he wants to escape, I can’t catch him. Right now, three experts are trying to catch up with him. It’s all up to luck.”

Yang Shifei clicked his tongue inwardly.

Bah! This Tie Hanyang was supposed to be the top constable in the East city, yet he always failed to catch his target.

“Is Miss Tan Xiang injured now?”

“She—”

Yang Shifei was about to answer when he heard the girl whispering in his ear, “Let’s go.”

“Alright.”

Yang Shifei’s face darkened slightly. After briefly explaining to the Chief Constable, he hurriedly bid farewell.

Tie Hanyang looked puzzled, but considering the Lu family’s profound background, even if she was injured, she should be able to handle it properly, so he didn’t think much about it.

But just as he was about to leave, a disciple of the Nine Layers Sect couldn’t help but speak up, “Who exactly are you?”

With a slight change in his mind, Yang Shifei coldly threw out a phrase “First disciple of the Fallen Moon Pavilion” and turned around, jumping out of the Nine Layers Sect’s courtyard, and disappeared into the night.

Tie Hanyang looked bewildered.

When did Miss Luo’s fiancé join some Fallen Moon Pavilion?

…

The night in the East city was very quiet.

And the late spring breeze was mixed with a biting chill, making Yang Shifei’s back feel cold.

But what was even more chilling was the faint, twisted sound of creaking and rustling behind him, like the rubbing of bones, or the tearing of iron. The soft and delicate body that had been lying on his back now felt colder and harder.

It was as if what he was carrying on his back was no longer a delicate girl, but a terrifying monster on the verge of revealing its true form.

“Do you want to go back to the medicine room first? There might be some medicine to treat you.”

“No.”

A hoarse female voice came from behind, “Go to your residence, to your room.”

Yang Shifei’s footsteps paused for a moment, then quickly turned and rushed into his own courtyard, heading for the inner room.

“Can you still stand now?”

He came to the bedside, unbuckling his belt, about to set the girl behind him down.

But a sudden terrifying force violently overturned him, slamming him onto the bed with a loud ‘thud’.

Yang Shifei’s expression froze, too startled to react. A pretty face covered in crimson lines suddenly came into view.

Tan Xiang was kneeling on him, eyes wide open, bloodshot veins spreading like a spider web from her eye sockets, crawling all over her body. Her long hair behind her slightly bulged, and the sound of cloth tearing incessantly could be heard, as if something was about to “break out” from her back.

“You…”

Tan Xiang’s crimson lips parted slightly, a hint of struggle flashing in her eerie red pupils.

She firmly held onto Yang Shifei’s shoulders, breathing rapidly, momentarily falling into silence.

“Are you alright?” Yang Shifei’s heartbeat quickened, but he wasn’t too surprised.

After all, he had long anticipated the unusual identity of the servants of the Luo Family.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” He gently supported the trembling waist of the girl.

Tan Xiang shuddered, gradually lowering her head, whispering softly, “I don’t want to turn into that appearance in front of you…”

The messy bangs covered her face, making it impossible to see the girl’s expression at the moment.

But from her trembling body, it seemed that her emotions were somewhat out of control.

“I won’t mind.” Yang Shifei softened his tone, trying to comfort her as gently as possible, “In the future, I still want to taste more of your craftsmanship. No matter what appearance you become, Tan Xiang, it’s all beautiful.”

“You really…”

Tan Xiang leaned her forehead against his chest, her hands that had been tightly pinching his shoulders trembling as they loosened, quickly grabbing the bedding on both sides, and soon tore out cracks, with sweat dripping down steadily.

From the looks of it, it seemed like she was trying to endure it with willpower.

Yang Shifei felt uneasy, unsure if there would be any accidents.

But as he pondered, a sudden insight flashed in his mind.

Although he had previously touched Tan Xiang and Luo Xian’er’s bodies and hadn’t passively absorbed any cold air, what if he actively absorbed it? Could he obtain the cold energy from them?

As soon as the thought arose, Yang Shifei tried to press down on the girl’s tense waist again.

“Hiss!”

The next moment, a sharp cold air surged into his arms like a violent eruption, causing him to tremble all over.

It felt as if countless sharp blades were tearing through his tendons, flesh, and blood. He almost screamed in pain. It wasn’t until the cold energy in his body responded in time, protecting all parts of his body, that he barely managed to calm down from the excruciating pain, which felt like thousands of swords piercing through his body.

In just a few breaths, Yang Shifei was already sweating profusely all over.

However, his face was filled with ecstatic surprise.

“It worked!”

Could absorbing the cold air from Tan Xiang’s body mean that this so-called ‘Murk’ was also a form of internal cold energy?

Yang Shifei was about to rejoice when he saw Tan Xiang slowly lift her head, revealing a beautifully flushed face.

“You….shameless rogue.”

Tan Xiang exhaled softly, her voice unexpectedly becoming extremely charming, like the melting of ice lotus, turning into a hundredfold tenderness.

She didn’t know what had happened, only feeling the pain and coldness on her body gradually disappearing, replaced by a warm breath, causing a tingling sensation like ants crawling all over her body.

And the man in front of her became more fragrant and alluring, making her unable to help but embrace his neck like a lover, her heart filled with shyness and embarrassment, all turning into the purest impulse, hugging tighter and tighter.

Yang Shifei was stiff all over.

He recalled Yuerui saying that being absorbed of cold energy would be very comfortable. But looking at Tan Xiang’s intense reaction, it was more than just ‘comfortable’.

Her once frosty face was now almost soft and tender like honey, and her crimson eyes were filled with complexity and shyness, presenting the appearance of a young girl in love!

“Tan Xiang, I can absorb the impurities from your body. Just endure a little longer, and you’ll be able to recover soon—uh?”

Before he could finish his sentence, Yang Shifei’s mouth was completely sealed, a few strands of hair falling onto his face.

He stared in astonishment at the soft and bright eyes so close to him. In silence, both could almost see the ripples in each other’s eyes.

At the same time, a cold chill flowed slowly into his body through his lips, making Yang Shifei unable to laugh or cry.

So, absorbing cold air wasn’t just limited to using hands.

Could it also be done with the mouth?