Venerated Venomous Consort

A man in a snowsuit approached them from a distance. He looked tall and graceful, with a mask that covered his entire face; only his enchanting eyes were noticeable. He stood on the back of a majestic horse that had its wings extended in the sky. The man’s white robes fluttered in the wind, almost blending in with the mass of white clouds behind him. There was a wheel-like, lotus throne embroidery shining brilliantly with auspicious streaks of light on his robes. Naturally, he possessed an aura only a God would be able to obtain. He was the Divine Lord!

Although his face was covered, his signature white robes had already revealed his identity. Many people chose to dress in white, but the white robes that Shen Jiuli possessed could not be easily replicated. The robes were made from the best quality silk found only in heaven. The hidden embroidery of the lotus throne was a secret mastery. No embroider in the mortal world could ever reproduce the same masterpiece.

Yun Yanli had only seen the Divine Lord once from afar back in heaven, but the mighty man had certainly made quite an impression on him. Therefore, Yun Yanli was able to tell who he was as soon as the man approached.

Panicked, he gasped in astonishment. The man and his wife were the ones responsible for the fall of his family, so what Yun Yanli felt for the man was an absolute resentment. However, he still trembled at the sight of the Divine Lord.

The man was the leading figure of all the three worlds. His power was unfathomable. Although the Divine Lord had clearly toned down lately, Yun Yanli was still intimidated by him. He dared not act recklessly anymore.

The Divine Lord had never truly cared about anyone else, except for his family. He took a look at the flute in Gu Xijiu’s hand and was impressed. “Were you the one who played the flute?” His icy tone lingered in the air.

Gu Xijiu cupped her hands submissively and said, “Yes, it was I.”

The Divine Lord took another look at the flute again. “Where is Nianmo?” Obviously, he could recognize the flute. Gu Xijiu knew that the sole intention of the song was to call for help. What she could not figure out was who could possibly intimidate Yun Yanli. She was just as startled as she did not expect the mighty man to show up.

Before she could say anything, she noticed that the curtains behind her were flipped. Di Fuyi walked out bowed, “Father, I did not expect to see you here in the Shura World.”

As soon as Shen Jiuli saw his son, the icy atmosphere was quickly replaced by a hint of warmth. “I am here to see you. You do not look like you have done very well here,” he softly said. The man seemed to rejoice in his son’s discomfiture. It was how they usually interacted.

Di Fuyi rubbed his forehead in embarrassment. “Father!”

Shen Jiuli turned his eyes to Yun Yanli and said nothing. The stern look was enough to make Yun Yanli’s flesh crawl. No matter how much Yun Yanli hated the man, it was not the right time to show his resentment. “Pleasure to see you, my Lord,” he bowed. All of his men proceeded to bow as well.

Shen Jiuli only nodded at them. He then turned his attention back to Di Fuyi. “Nianmo, you do not look very well. Come with me. Let’s get you back to the pink of health.”

Shen Jiuli was not a keen talker. He did not even bother to exchange courtesies with people. He raised his hand and summoned a carriage that was furnished with an elegant palette of blue. The carriage looked simple from afar, but the details were very elegant. The graceful and stylish appearance clearly suited a powerful man like Shen Jiuli.

Obviously, he was going to take his son with him. Di Fuyi naturally would not object to his father’s invitation. He offered Gu Xijiu his hand and said, “Xijiu, let us go.