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My Wife Might Be a Saintess

Chapter 282 - 281: Worse Than a Beast
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Chapter 282: Chapter 281: Worse Than a Beast

Watching Yongxi’s miserable wailing and seeing the enormous tongue on the ground, Ximen Linglong shivered and hid behind Ximen Chuihuo.

In her eyes, Po Xiao looked more and more like a Demon.

Even the Water Qilin at her side hid behind Ximen Linglong.

It was relieved that this man didn’t seem to like eating Qilins; otherwise, it would have been the first to meet a disastrous end.

The appearance of another natural enemy was terrible news for the Spirit Beast Realm.

Now, their only hope for a peaceful life was for their own flesh to taste bad.

But whether their flesh was delicious or not, they themselves didn’t know.

The Water Qilin could only hope that this Po Xiao’s Cultivation would be slow, delaying the day he would become a menace to the entire Spirit Beast Realm.

But that was just a pipe dream. How long had it been? He’d gone from 1.1 straight to Tier Two, and as a Tier Two, he’d already taken down a Tier Five.

To be targeted by him... it was enough to make one despair.

’He’s worse than any beast.’

Watching the still-twitching tongue, Ximen Chuihuo took out a storage item without hesitation and put it away.

’Tongue is quite tasty, after all.’

’That’s one more dish on the table.’

Afterward, Ximen Chuihuo looked at Po Xiao in amazement. He had known from the start that Po Xiao was unusual, but he’d never imagined he was *this* unusual. It completely surpassed his imagination.

The Magical Girl at the side was completely dumbfounded. The whole time, she had thought this Cultivator was courting death. The whole time, she had thought he was brave but reckless. The whole time, she had thought he would die sooner or later.

However, she had been wrong about everything.

No matter what had happened, nothing had escaped his control. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Human, you dare... you dare..." Yongxi’s voice once again rang in everyone’s minds.

But before it could finish, Jiang Zuo cut in coldly, "Make one more sound and I’ll carve out your brain."

Yongxi instantly shut up.

’The rest of my life,’ it thought, ’is probably going to be even more miserable than the first half.’

It would have been better to stay where it was; at least it wouldn’t have been tormented like this.

Finally, Yongxi asked, "Are you really only Tier Two?"

Jiang Zuo circled Yongxi, casually remarking, "Yeah, just hit 2.1 a few days ago. By the way, which part of you tastes the best?"

"..."

Yongxi wanted to die.

In truth, as long as the Eight Desolates Venerable All-Cutting could encompass a Spirit Beast, it could essentially decide its life or death. There were no exceptions below Tier Seven.

The miraculous thing about this Divine Artifact was that it was effective against almost everything, with the sole exception of humans.

’Who knows what the creator was thinking back then.’

However, despite its ability to threaten High-tier Spirit Beasts, this Divine Artifact was actually quite impractical because it was exceptionally difficult to use.

In Jiang Zuo’s eyes, Ximen Chuihuo could most likely only encompass a Spirit Beast that was barely Tier Two.

Yet with his level of Cultivation, there was absolutely no need for him to use such a method to deal with a Tier Two Spirit Beast.

Therefore, using it in a real fight was practically impossible.

Moreover, it could only encompass stationary objects. To put it bluntly, it was a knife best suited for butchering.

There was definitely no one else who could use it the way Jiang Zuo did.

’Although, Ximen Chuihuo could probably use it to secretly carve off some meat—the cut-and-run kind of deal.’

And that alone would be enough for him to eat his fill of meat in the Spiritual Control Sect.

Yongxi said nothing, and Jiang Zuo didn’t seem to care.

Zhong Yiyang then said to Jiang Zuo, "Fellow Daoist, this Yongxi has a master. Should we be a bit more careful?"

Ximen Chuihuo interjected, "Fellow Daoist Po Xiao, just carve the meat first. That way, if trouble starts, we can make a run for it. No sense in delaying and inviting complications."

With a casual wave of his hand, Jiang Zuo sliced off two large chunks of meat.

Ximen Chuihuo immediately stored the meat away. ’Perfect,’ he thought. ’Now we can run away with no regrets.’

Yongxi had no reaction to having two chunks of its flesh carved off. It seemed it was already getting used to it.

’Just carving off some flesh. No big deal.’

It suddenly felt that its old life had been better. Sure, there was no freedom, but it had been left alone for a long time, healthy in body and mind.

Now things were different. Its tongue was gone, its flesh was being carved up, and who knew what would come next.

At that moment, Yongxi spoke to Jiang Zuo, "Is your surname Qin? My whole life, I’ve believed that anyone named Qin is a real piece of trash."

Jiang Zuo leaped onto Yongxi’s back. "My surname is Jiang."

"Oh, I see. So people named Jiang are pieces of trash, too."

Jiang Zuo looked down at Yongxi. ’This Spirit Beast really isn’t afraid to die.’

Jiang Zuo moved to its head and asked, "Did you come out of that cave abode that suddenly appeared?"

"Why should I tell you? Will you let me go if I do?"

Jiang Zuo said calmly, "You know, I can carve off any piece of flesh on your body in an instant. Remember, *every single piece*."

"You brute! People named Jiang are even worse scum than people named Qin!" Yongxi seemed to remember something, growing extremely agitated.

"With your regenerative powers, it’ll grow back soon enough," Jiang Zuo remarked casually.

"..."

It was now certain: this man was worse than any beast.

Finally, Yongxi gave in. "I came from there. It was my master’s place of seclusion."

"Did they come out of seclusion?" Jiang Zuo asked.

"They came out a long time ago but never returned."

"Their names?"

"I don’t know. I only know their surname was Qin. There was a third person with them, but I don’t know his name. But just like you, he was a real piece of trash."

Jiang Zuo paused for a moment. "Are you familiar with the place? Take me inside. Otherwise, I’ll carve out your brain for what you just said."

"...We can’t go now. We have to wait until after dark tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Because the true entrance only opens after dark."

Since that was the case, Jiang Zuo had nothing more to say.

’Then I’ll just wait a day.’

When Jiang Zuo came down, he saw the Magical Girl by Yongxi’s wound, collecting blood.

Seeing Jiang Zuo’s questioning look, Ximen Chuihuo explained, "She’s the helper I invited. She wanted the fresh blood and flesh of a Tier Five Spirit Beast. Apparently, it’s to create a body for an Element."

Jiang Zuo nodded, not paying it much mind. It wasn’t his blood, after all.

Then Jiang Zuo asked, "It’s Tier Five meat. Can Zhong Yiyang cook it?"

Zhong Yiyang was still sitting on the ground, his legs having gone soft. Hearing Jiang Zuo’s question, he said, "It shouldn’t be a major issue. I brought some good ingredients, so cooking it should be fine. The only problem is carving the meat.

"With my current strength, I can’t cut that meat without a sharp tool."

"Leave the carving to me. How do you need it cut?" Jiang Zuo offered.

At Zhong Yiyang’s request, Jiang Zuo used All-Things Cut to carve the meat perfectly.

Jiang Zuo’s Sword Skill was worlds beyond Zhong Yiyang’s, so of course, there was no problem whatsoever.

After that, Zhong Yiyang went to get everything ready.

Ximen Chuihuo approached Jiang Zuo. "Fellow Daoist, you’re planning to go to that cave abode?"

Jiang Zuo didn’t answer, saying instead, "I’ll need to borrow your Dao Artifact."

Speaking of the Eight Desolates Venerable All-Cutting, Ximen Chuihuo asked curiously, "Fellow Daoist, how did you know how to use it?"

Jiang Zuo glanced at Ximen Chuihuo. "This kind of Dao Artifact... don’t you just know how to use it after a single glance?"

And it was true; Jiang Zuo really had learned how to use it with a single glance. In his past life, he had merely glimpsed it once and was able to use it with perfect ease.

It was just a shame that he had his own unique Sword Skill and had absolutely no need for this artifact.

"..."

Ximen Chuihuo sighed again. ’As I thought. There’s no way I’ll be as brilliant as Fellow Daoist Po Xiao anytime soon.’

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