Venerated Venomous Consort

The lady in green had not expected it. In just one move, she immediately realized that she had underestimated Gu Xijiu’s strength. Nonetheless, she was not ready to give up the fight just yet. She pointed her sword at Gu Xijiu and sent three more green snakes charging at her.

The snakes were very venomous. Once bitten, one could consider themselves dead. However, Gu Xijiu simply waved her sleeves across the air and dismissed the snakes with a slight twitch of her fingertips. She did not even have to move a lot to cast the spell, yet all three snakes were already clenched by their necks. In an instant, the snakes were turned into glimpses of light and faded into nothingness.

“Ugly woman, look what you made me do!”

This time, she raised the bar. In a mist of greyish-green fog suddenly appeared, and the water droplets within the cloud slowly condensed into a giant green python! Almost instantaneously, it became alive and made a lunge for Gu Xijiu.

Gu Xijiu found the trick a little familiar as it was the Devil Venomous Python. It was the most nefarious and demonical python that existed, equipped with deadly and yet lustful venom. The python would mate with its victim before swallowing the victim’s soul as a whole.

Gu Xijiu was a divine being with a generous spirit, but the lady’s selfish act of jealousy was too much for her to forgive. They were not even enemies, and yet the lady desperately wanted her dead by crushing her soul. The lady was evil and unscrupulous, which was a rarity in Gu Xijiu’s life.

With all that had happened, Gu Xijiu decided to serve her some punishment. She twisted her wrist in a circular motion to summon a golden whip which she used to attack the incoming python.

The long whip was a magical item, so when Gu Xijiu had launched it toward the snake, a thousand shining golden beams with boundless radiance were directed at it. The Devil Venomous Python was obviously scared of the golden light. It tried to shrink its body as quickly as it could to avoid the ruthless attack.

However, Gu Xijiu was not done with it. She took an intimidating step forward and flung her whip at the python again. It slowly took the form of a mighty dragon that came alive in a second. With its outstretched body, the dragon started attacking the python.

The Devil Venomous Python was terrified, huddling itself in fear. While the golden whip was still swinging in the air, Gu Xijiu suddenly collapsed with a temporary loss of consciousness. A sudden jolt had plunged her forward, thus stopping the constant stream of spiritual power to her hand. In an instant, the entire dragon disappeared from the air.

Gu Xijiu could not help but curse! Her five dying symptoms had begun to take place. Sometimes, her spiritual power would fade away very suddenly. She just did not expect it to happen at this critical moment.

The Devil Venomous Python was ready to surrender, but the disappearance of the golden light had boosted its confidence. It had just escaped death and perhaps even had an opportunity to attack.

Excitedly, it launched its second attack at Gu Xijiu.

Gu Xijiu wanted to defend herself but was too weak even to stand up straight. She barely had any strength left to avoid the incoming strike. In dismay, she clenched her fists and was ready to admit defeat.

The python was already closing in when an intricate melody started playing in the air. The tune was coming from a flute amid the fog.

The tune was a weakness of the python. As soon as the melody was played, the python found itself paralyzed. Like a curse, the python started dancing along with the melody and had completely forgotten its mission.

The lady in green was infuriated by the interception. She shouted out loud at the stranger in the fog, “Who is there? How dare you ruin my plan?”

A stranger slowly walked out from the thick fog to answer her calling. The stranger was holding a fiery red umbrella and wore green robes that were slightly obscured in the fog, like a painting of distant mountains shrouded in mist and rain. With a slight smile, the stranger stared at the lady with contempt.

The stranger was the young man from the restaurant. At this moment, he was holding an umbrella in one hand and a flute in another. The thick fog was cold and blustery, forming a strong contrast to his strong and vibrant appearance.

Although his robes and the umbrella did not match, he was the kind of man who could carry any style with ease, even with obviously contrasting elements.