Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 286 - 167 Poor Miaomiao

Chapter 286: Chapter 167 Poor Miaomiao

At the foot of the mountain, there was an open expanse of land.

As the air fluctuated, a dozen horses appeared as if descending from heaven, their arrival sudden and unexpected.

Apart from Su Junyang, the eldest son of the Su Family, everyone else on horseback had an expressionless face, frozen as if struck by some mysterious binding skill.

Su Junyang’s face was pale, a streak of crimson blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Following this, a figure seemed to peel away from his body, slowly unfurling like an ink painting, before finally solidifying on the ground.

It was an old man dressed in a colorful Taoist robe.

The Taoist bore a gaunt face, his silver hair like snow, crowned with a five-sage hat worn by high-level masters during transcendence ceremonies, his long beard fluttering in the wind, further accentuating his ethereal demeanor.

However, the Taoist’s right eye was vacant and lifeless, clearly blind.

"Master!"

Su Junyang showed a respectful expression.

The Taoist looked toward the cave where Jin Ao and the others were, speaking lightly, "That big man is a demon; his cultivation is around the Great Perfection of Heaven Desolation. You are no match for him, you should avoid direct confrontation."

Su Junyang trembled and quickly responded gratefully, "Thank you, Master, for rescuing me."

The Taoist chuckled, "Merely a significant demon of Heaven Desolation Boundary does not concern me. The reason I took you away is because I sensed another creature there, a demon with powerful cultivation around the level of Sanctum Ascension. This demon is the truly formidable one."

Su Junyang widened his eyes, shocked, "A Sanctum Ascension demon!?"

The Taoist took out a worn Crimson Compass, its intricate patterns and deep colors vivid and complex.

He muttered a few phrases, then lightly lifted his hand, tracing a circle above the compass as if pulling an invisible force, causing the compass to slowly start rotating, emitting a faint and rhythmic hum.

The Taoist stared for a moment, then burst into a hearty laugh, "Indeed, it’s a Snake Demon, of excellent quality."

Su Junyang’s lips trembled, "Master, should we flee?"

"Flee?"

Upon hearing this, the Taoist slightly turned his head, giving him a sidelong glance, and chuckled coldly, "If this demon can be captured for use in brewing the Five Divine Blood Wine, its effectiveness would be exceptional in repairing the damage to my life essence spirit, why would we consider fleeing?"

Su Junyang felt as if the other had gone mad and asked in disbelief, "Master, how can we capture a Sanctum Ascension Snake Demon if we cannot even defeat a powerful demon of Heaven Desolation?"

"Being unable to defeat it is one thing; capturing it is another,"

The Taoist laughed coldly, "That Snake Demon clearly has a damaged essential spirit and can only stay in places with extremely dense cold Qi. But here she is now, and the reason lies with that young man who carries the aura of death.

To some extent, it’s the same situation as you and me.

If we can separate them by ten meters for a prolonged period, the demon’s cultivation will naturally decline. When her cultivation falls to the level of Heaven Desolation, I will then be easily able to subdue her."

The Taoist stared at the mountain range, speaking faintly:

"This mountain range meanders smoothly, its form round and embodies the Earth attribute, fitting the "easy" sign of the Kun trigram. I can use magic to separate them, provided we... manage to keep them there."

"How do we ensure they stay? Shall I send my men to stall them?"

Su Junyang suggested.

The Taoist chuckled coldly, "With your men’s mediocre skills, can they hold them back?"

Su Junyang was speechless, his face showing embarrassment.

"If people can’t hold them, let the heavens do it!"

The Taoist narrowed his remaining eye, which sparkled with a sharp light, and his wrist suddenly revealed an antique-looking, dark green bell with intricate engravings, surrounded by a faint cold aura.

He flicked his sleeves and, excluding Su Junyang, every other figure on horseback exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The blood mist did not disperse but instead, like threads, was drawn into the dark green bell in the Taoist’s hand. As the blood mist entered, the bell sounded a sharp, piercing hum, deafening to hear.

The Taoist danced and waved the bell.

The colorful Taoist robe fluttered gently, appearing somewhat eerie.

He then stepped on specific formation patterns, rotating in place while muttering continuously: "Borrow the energy of heaven and earth, the light of sun and moon, the rumble of thunder, the surge of springs. Heavenly officials bestow blessings, Earth spirits obey commands, swiftly like the law!"

His voice alternated between deep like thunder and sharp like an eagle’s cry, mingling with the bell’s sound and the rustling of his robes.

"Summon the storm!"

With a loud shout from the Taoist, thick black blood streamed from his seven orifices simultaneously. The blood was not solid but rose and twisted like smoke, extremely unsettling.

Even more astonishing, from the empty socket of his blind eye, a small pale hand slowly reached out.

This small hand was as pale as jade, the size of a baby’s arm, with long, slender fingers. Embedded in its palm was a sinister eye, deep like a black hole, emitting a cold, eerie light.

In an instant, the eye in the palm emitted a blazing white light, shooting straight into the sky.

The sky immediately darkened with dense clouds, and thunder and lightning roared.

In this entire area, a torrential downpour began in an instant.

Su Junyang stared in disbelief.

Although he knew that this mysterious old Taoist, who had inhabited his body since he was ten, was highly skilled in magic, he had not expected that the other could summon rain... This was truly like something out of a fairy tale!

The Taoist sat on the ground, gasping for breath, extremely weak, his body resembling a deflated balloon, shrinking a bit, with black mist seeping out.

"This pouring rain might just cost me ten years of my spirit life,"