Chapter 157 - 95: Dog: My Relationship with Little Auntie is Rapidly Heating Up (3)

Chapter 157: Chapter 95: Dog: My Relationship with Little Auntie is Rapidly Heating Up (3)

It shuddered in agony, its body wracked by intense pain and poison.

The Sub-Insect’s voice trembled. "D-Dharma Protector! Zhao Ci and the girl from the Kan Family... their strength far exceeded our expectations! There was nothing I could do!"

"Strong?"

Huangfu Song let out a humorless laugh. "A brat who’s just started Body Refining and a little girl who’s never been in a real fight. How strong could they possibly be?"

The Sub-Insect, on the verge of tears, squeezed out five trembling words: "First-Grade Flesh Soul... Celestial Demon Body!"

"What!"

Huangfu Song shot to his feet, his anger boiling over. "Bullshit! You’d make up any ridiculous lie to save your own skin!"

A First-Grade Flesh Soul!

In the thousand-year history of the Great Yu, you could count the number of people who achieved a First-Grade Flesh Soul on one hand.

Even the Demon Monarch himself only managed to reach the First-Grade Flesh Soul after cultivating the Celestial Demon Body Refining Secret Technique to the seventh level, then shattering and reconstructing his body countless times.

’You think First-Grade Flesh Souls grow on trees?’

As for the Celestial Demon Body, that was even more outrageous.

The Sub-Insect hurriedly swore an oath. "Dharma Protector! I wouldn’t dare lie to you! If a single word I’ve spoken is false, may I be reborn as the lowliest of Gu Insects for all eternity, never to become a Mother Gu!"

Huangfu Song was speechless.

For a Gu Insect, that was a truly vile curse.

’Could it... could it be true?’

He composed himself. "Give me a full report of what happened in there!"

"Yes, sir!"

The Sub-Insect obeyed and immediately recounted everything that had happened inside, not leaving out a single detail.

Huangfu Song could only call bullshit as he listened.

He could accept the First-Grade Flesh Soul; at least there was historical precedent.

The Celestial Demon Body was also plausible, considering Gu Xiangzhu’s involvement.

It wasn’t entirely unbelievable that a young girl could wield lightning techniques with such steady, precise, and ruthless skill. Though the Kan Family was small, it was known to produce geniuses.

But for those two to ambush and kill nearly half of the Hundred-Person Puppet Corps, then fight the remaining fifty-plus head-on and win?

’That’s just pure nonsense, isn’t it?’

Not even the most outlandish storytellers would dare to spin such a yarn!

And especially the Tyrant’s Tomb Sweeping and the Overlord Dragon-piercing Spear—casually used by some kid who hadn’t even reached the Physical Body Realm. If word of this got back to the Xiang Family, how many of them would die of shame?

It was too absurd!

"Dharma Protector! I’m really not lying! If it wasn’t true, how could Zhao Ci have possibly made it out alive?"

The Sub-Insect was at its breaking point. Even as it spoke, it felt like it was spouting nonsense, but it was the absolute truth!

It said urgently, "Dharma Protector, with your sharp eyes, you must have gotten a clear look at the bodies. You should have been able to see that many of them died to the Overlord Dragon-piercing Spear!"

When Huangfu Song thought back, he realized it was true.

*Hiss...*

He was floored.

’So a prodigy like that really has appeared?’

A sliver of deep unease shot through him, swelling until it became a dark cloud hanging over his heart.

He recalled Gu Xiangzhu’s attitude toward Zhao Ci, and his unease intensified.

Without a doubt, Gu Xiangzhu had been the one to teach Zhao Ci the Celestial Demon Body.

’This clearly means she already trusts Zhao Ci completely. How on earth did he manage that?’

’But never mind how he did it for now!’

The crucial point was Zhao Ci’s talent.

He had only just begun Body Refining, yet he was capable of fighting a hundred masters whose cultivation was no lower than his.

That was a feat that not even the Saint Monarch or Xiang Tiange could have accomplished at the same age!

Such a genius.

’How did he, of all people, fall into the hands of that rebel Gu Xiangzhu?’

For a moment, his expression turned as black as thunder.

His anger flared even hotter. "By that point, Zhao Ci was completely spent. You still had over ten puppets left. Why did you stop?"

The Sub-Insect couldn’t very well admit it was trying to save its own skin, so it hurriedly offered its fabricated excuse. "By then, Kan Luotang was already poised to kill me. Even if I had risked mutual destruction, it would have been nearly impossible to steal Zhao Ci’s memories for you, Dharma Protector.

If I had died, then there would be no one to bring you the secret of Zhao Ci’s mastery of the Celestial Demon Body.

Dharma Protector!

Zhao Ci hasn’t even been initiated into the cult, yet the Saintess has already taught him the Celestial Demon Body. She has committed a grave taboo.

If you, Dharma Protector, report this secret to the Saint Monarch, you will surely be able to seize all of the Saintess’s assets for yourself.

I endured humiliation and bore this heavy burden—all for your sake, Dharma Protector!"

Huangfu Song’s expression remained dark. A mere Sub-Insect could hardly be called his direct subordinate. But with Gu Insects, especially the Mother and Child Gu, all are cast from the same mold. Now that the Mother Gu was dead, the few remaining Sub-Insects could be considered avatars of the original.

He knew it all too well. He knew it was a coward, desperate to live, but he had to admit its argument was difficult to refute.

After a long silence, he sighed. "In that case, you’ve rendered a great service."

The Sub-Insect was overjoyed. "Your judgment is wise, Dharma Protector!"

Huangfu Song continued, "However... I need you to render one more service."

The Sub-Insect was ecstatic. "I would die ten thousand deaths for you! Just tell me what you need, Dharma Protector!"

Huangfu Song stood up, a wide smile on his face as he looked at it. "You won’t have to die ten thousand times. Just once will be enough."

The Sub-Insect froze. "Dharma Protector, you..."

"Someone!"

Huangfu Song barked, "Wipe its Spiritual Wisdom and send it where it belongs!"

The Sub-Insect was stunned, its voice turning shrill. "Dharma Protector! Dharma Protector! You can’t do this! I’ve followed you for so many years! Even if I’ve earned no great merit, I’ve..."

Its voice cut off abruptly as a woman pierced its Primordial Spirit.

Its body twitched a few times, then was left to nothing but instinctive squirming.

The woman giggled. "This One-Day Flower-Blooming Gu is so interesting. Once the Mother Gu dies, all the Sub-Insects think they’re the original."

Huangfu Song waved a dismissive hand. "Enough nonsense. Hurry up and send it back."

He had been so focused on welcoming the Demon Monarch that his methods had been a bit too aggressive. Success would have justified anything, but he never expected...

Judging by Gu Xiangzhu’s attitude, ending this gracefully was going to be difficult.