Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 290 - 169: The Goddess’ Manifestation!

Chapter 290: Chapter 169: The Goddess’ Manifestation!

Looking at the dignified and elegant woman in front of her, Tan Shuangshuang appeared bewildered, her complexion as pale as paper, her voice trembling, "What... what are you talking about?"

Luo Wanqing gave a faint smile and stretched out her slender jade-like fingers, pointing towards the woman’s forehead.

Su Junwen exclaimed angrily, "Don’t touch her!"

He attempted to rise, but found that his limbs were restrained, unable to move in the slightest.

Before Luo Wanqing’s fingertip could touch Tan Shuangshuang’s forehead, the latter’s expression suddenly twisted as she let out a heart-wrenching, agonized scream.

A mass of black mist, dark as ink, burst forth from Tan Shuangshuang’s mouth, swirling around her body as if a malevolent spirit had broken free from its shackles.

This sudden change left Su Junwen dumbfounded.

The black mist gradually solidified, forming a figure—it was none other than Luo Mingtang!

Unlike the hale and hearty old man from the Capital, this version of him appeared much younger, and even more bizarre was the gecko-like tail trailing behind him, moving as if alive.

It was clearly the soul of a gecko demon.

In this world, when humans die, their souls go to the underworld.

But when demons die, their souls can remain in the world, with the hope of revival.

Clearly, Luo Mingtang had used demon energy to fuse the demon soul with his own soul, thus even in death, he could linger in the mortal realm.

Luo Mingtang gazed at his daughter and sighed, "Why must you do this? After all, we are father and daughter. Even if the bit of affection your mother left behind has been exhausted, it need not lead to a life-and-death struggle."

Adorned in a golden waist-cinched dress, Luo Wanqing emanated elegance and nobility, her skirt fluttering with the wind like flowing gold waves, radiating supreme dignity. Upon hearing Luo Mingtang’s words, she laughed, "Had you remained alive, that would be fine; out of sight, out of mind. But you staged such an act, and at first, I truly felt sorrowful, only to discover that you were not dead. Wouldn’t that mean I was sorrowful for nothing?"

Luo Mingtang, expressionless, asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Luo Wanqing’s beautiful eyes showed a hint of indifference, "Quite simple. If you’re going to die, do it cleanly. I will definitely cry at your grave. As for whether I can squeeze out a tear, that depends on luck."

Luo Mingtang replied lightly, "Girl, you can’t kill me."

"No matter, however many demon souls you’ve prepared, I will kill just as many."

Luo Wanqing’s jade hand slowly clenched into a fist.

The shadow of black mist in front of her began to recede like the tide, forcibly compressed into a ball.

As the woman’s snow-white wrist gently unfolded, her fingers spread gracefully, causing the black mist to explode instantly, turning into countless particles that dissolved into nothingness.

Luo Wanqing let out a faint sigh.

So it was just a sliver of a Divine Soul... It seems this old man has truly mastered the "Nether Soul Secret Skill"; no wonder he dared to abandon his physical body.

But that’s alright. The pursuit continues.

A daughter should observe filial piety, by sending her father on his way to the netherworld.

Luo Wanqing’s delicate hand raised slightly, and the Buddha Beads from Tan Shuangshuang’s neck flew into her palm.

The Buddha Beads were covered in fine cracks.

Tan Shuangshuang looked terrified, utterly unaware of what had happened.

"Who gave you the Buddha Beads?" Luo Wanqing asked.

Tan Shuangshuang said in a trembling voice, "It was given to me by a... female monk."

The mother of the Esoteric Sect...

Luo Wanqing’s eyes flickered for a moment.

After crushing the Buddha Beads, Luo Wanqing approached the elderly Taoist dressed in colorful robes who was sitting before the fire. She circled around him, clucking her tongue and said, "Such a flamboyant Taoist robe, you look like a wild chicken. Could it be the famous Daoist Kumu from the legends?"

"I didn’t expect to encounter a master from the Feathered Transformation Realm. I have miscalculated," he admitted.

The colorful-clothed elderly Daoist, known as Daoist Kumu, smiled helplessly. "You bear the aura of the royal family’s destiny. You must be of no low status."

Luo Wanqing lightly kicked the wooden cage with her foot. "What’s this broken thing for?"

"To catch snakes."

Daoist Kumu spoke in a negotiating tone, "I don’t seem to have any grievances with you. Why don’t we each mind our own business? You do your thing, and I will catch my own snakes."

Luo Wanqing spoke indifferently, "I’ve heard of your exploits. You were one of the three great practitioners in the Heavenly Human Realm of the previous dynasty. You originated the Lotus Ascension Vein and even created a ’Dead Wood Spring Spell’ cultivation technique. You had a great hope of ascending, but unfortunately, the Demon Venerable disrupted your ascension vein and all was lost at the last moment.

Later, unwilling to perish, you entered the demonic path, built a demon soul, and attempted to make a comeback. The imperial astrological bureau of Dazhou once traced your whereabouts, but they never found out where you were hiding.

When it comes down to it, injuring the renowned Demon Venerable does make you quite the remarkable hero."

Daoist Kumu’s expression was complicated as he murmured, "When the time comes, heaven and earth lend their strength, but when one’s luck runs out, even the hero has no freedom... You flatter me too much, I am at best a bear, nowhere near a hero."

"A bear or a hero, it doesn’t matter. Since I have praised you, you should at least say thank you."

Luo Wanqing raised her hand and pulled the wooden cage into her palm, saying faintly, "I always deal fairly. Since you’re not willing to say thank you, then this cage can serve as a gift of thanks to me."

Daoist Kumu’s face twitched.

He had encountered a woman who was paradoxically logical and illogical.

"Safe travels, I won’t see you out."

With a light wave of her sleeve, Daoist Kumu and Su Junyang suddenly burst into flames and turned into a pile of ash.

The two of them turned out to be paper talismans.

...

At the foot of the mountain.

Daoist Kumu opened his eyes, his body faintly fading.

Su Junyang, who was sitting cross-legged, spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale. After regaining his senses, he turned his head and asked the old Daoist, "Master, what do we do now?"

Daoist Kumu slowly stood up, hands behind his back, looking at the forest. He sighed, "What else can we do when we meet an unreasonable woman? We can only admit defeat. Though it seems like a waste of effort, at least... we don’t have absolutely no gains."

Su Junyang looked at his composed master and couldn’t help but secretly admire him.

He had lost ten years of his soul’s lifespan, a precious artifact had been damaged, and his life’s demon soul had taken a hit... If it were him, he would have been cursing by now, but his master remained so calm. It was the demeanor of a master that he could never learn.

"I curse your grandfather! Damn woman! When did I ever wrong you, damn it. And thank you, thank you to your eighteen generations of ancestors! Damn shameless, disgraceful woman..." Daoist Kumu cursed vehemently, his voice as quiet as a mosquito, inaudible unless one was right next to his mouth.

After venting, the old Daoist felt less gloomy and chuckled to himself, "Misfortune and fortune go hand in hand, luck will turn around; who knows, perhaps good fortune is waiting for us ahead? Let’s go."

The old Daoist strode forward and stepped in a pile of dog feces.

——

For some reason, the relentless heavy rain had significantly weakened.

The little flower demon fluttered through the blurred curtain of rain like a firefly lamp.

After going around in circles, Jiang Shouzhong still hadn’t found the entrance to the cave.

Both of their clothes were practically soaked through.

On his back, he could distinctly feel the proud contours of the young girl’s youthfulness, now flattened.

For some reason, Jiang Shouzhong felt that the warmth of the girl’s breath at the back of his neck seemed to have intensified a bit, with occasional soft hums coming from her delicate nose, the warm breath tickling his neck.

"Are you alright?"

Jiang Shouzhong finally couldn’t help but ask.

It felt like he was carrying a little demon who was teasing him, whether intentionally or not.

"Jiang Mo... I... I think I really am poisoned... It hurts a little..."

Yelü Miaomiao said in a low voice.

Frowning, Jiang Shouzhong looked around and noticed a nearby piece of ground that was relatively clean and spacious; he carefully set the girl down.

Looking up at her now, Yelü Miaomiao’s skin was flush with color.

Even with her features disguised, one could still glimpse the youthful girl’s breathtakingly beautiful face from her blush-colored neck, surely as red as could be.

And the girl’s eyes, full of spirit, also appeared as if stained by water, lending them a somewhat delirious look.

"Poisoned? That shouldn’t be the case."

Jiang Shouzhong hesitated for a moment, then lifted his wet clothes, ready to examine the injury.

At that moment, the girl’s snowy white legs suddenly hooked around his waist. With a strength from who knows where, she forced Jiang Shouzhong atop her.

Face to face, with just a hair’s breadth between their lips.

With arms wrapped around Jiang Shouzhong’s neck and squinting her eyes, Yelü Miaomiao whispered into his ear like a languid kitten, "Jiang Mo..."

The lingering scent of her body, the orchid-like breath of the young girl, and her exquisite figure...

The fine continuous rain was still just that, a fine rain.

Only now, it carried an extra hint of a bewitching, unique fragrance.

Jiang Shouzhong’s lips brushed gently against the girl’s delicate earlobe as he whispered, "You weren’t bitten by a snake at all, nor are you injured."

Jiang Shouzhong added, "And you’re not Yelü Miaomiao."

The girl’s delicate body suddenly tensed up.

One large hand clamped down on her slender neck, while a small flying sword hovered between her brows—attempting to fly to the rescue, the Flower Fairy was swatted away by Jiang Shouzhong and smashed against the stone wall.

Yelü Miaomiao’s eyes shone with a golden glow as she stared resolutely at the man.

This was the power of the Divine Physiognomy.

Still embracing the girl, Jiang Shouzhong caressed her face with his palm and said indifferently, "Actually, from the day we fell into the tunnel, you began to act strangely, to be precise, you already started to affect Miaomiao.

You made her clingier to me, seducing me both intentionally and unintentionally, possibly without her even realizing that her attitude towards me had subtly changed...

Of course, Miaomiao is still the same Miaomiao, but her feelings, they’re no longer purely her own."

The girl’s lips curled upward, "If I am not Miaomiao, then who am I?"

"Inside Miaomiao, there’s another person... To be accurate, it’s not a person, but..."

Jiang Shouzhong locked eyes with the gold in the girl’s pupils, and with a slight smile, he said, "A Divine Physiognomy, a living divine persona. A persona that can make Miaomiao an unmatched expert but also allow her to remain an ordinary person."

Jiang Shouzhong paused before continuing, "I’ve always been curious; for so long, there was no sign of Yelü Miaomiao’s Physiognomy’s power. It wasn’t until the Flower Fairy appeared that the Physiognomy’s power showed just a bit. And then, it vanished without a trace again.

At that time, I guessed that the Physiognomy’s power was deliberately hiding itself. Yelü Miaomiao couldn’t hide it; only the Physiognomy itself would choose to hide."

Bang!

The man was thrown backward, flying through the air.

The small sword that had been suspended at the girl’s forehead was now held lightly between her slender fingers.

At the same time, a huge golden shadow appeared behind Yelü Miaomiao.

The Divine Physiognomy was surrounded by swirling light, dazzling and majestic. Wielding a Divine Artifact, solemn and august, an aura of sovereignty over all things and command of the universe arose.

It conveyed the solemn mystery of an ancient sacrificial rite as well as the transcendent otherworldliness of a celestial being.

It was the Physiognomy of a Goddess, adorned in exotic attire.

The Goddess Physiognomy spoke coldly, "Now that you know I am the Physiognomy, why did you pretend to be seduced by me earlier?"

Jiang Shouzhong replied calmly, "I just wanted to taste the flavor of the Physiognomy and see if it’s any different."

By then, the rain had completely stopped.

With the clouds gone, the sunlight poured down, making the Physiognomy seem even more lifelike and impressive.

"Jiang Mo, I want you to accompany Yelü Miaomiao to Yanrong, to the Fahuatiandi in the snowy mountains..."

With an authoritative tone, the Goddess Physiognomy spoke. "This will be beneficial for both of you. Earlier, when I used Miaomiao’s body to tempt you, it wasn’t to harm you but to hope that it would foster a deeper affection between the two of you, making it harder for you to part from Miaomiao."

Jiang Shouzhong laughed and said, "I’ve said before, if Miaomiao wants to stay, she can. But asking me to leave with her, I’m sorry, it’s not possible."

"Aren’t you afraid I will force you to leave?" the Goddess asked coldly.

Retrieving his flying sword, Jiang Shouzhong chuckled, "If you had the ability to force me to leave, you wouldn’t have had to resort to such a tactic."

The Goddess Physiognomy gazed at him impassively, silent for a long time.

Clearly, Jiang Shouzhong had hit the mark.

"You’ll regret it."

The figure of the Goddess Physiognomy slowly faded away.

As she disappeared, her lips carried a playful smile, "Jiang Mo, do you know why Miaomiao previously thought you had deflowered her again? Because... I mended her."