Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

Jiang Shouzhong said, "I just want to discuss some terms with you."

The Demon Venerable slightly narrowed her charming eyes.

Jiang Shouzhong laughed, "I know what you want, but given your current situation, how much can you truly regain if you leave the Water Moon Dream Mirror?

Moreover, you've witnessed the terror of the Red Rain Demon Power. I only need to give you thirty percent, and you'll successfully cultivate a unique Immortal Demon Soul, becoming the true Demon Clan Saint.

By then, you can be both Immortal and Demon. Apart from me, no one on heaven or earth will be your match.

You can even shatter the void and travel to other worlds. How about it? This deal, you won't lose out."

Jiang Shouzhong threw out a huge bargaining chip.

Once you painted me a picture, now I paint one for you.

Upon hearing his words, Demon Venerable's eyes flickered a few times and she fell into deep contemplation.

Jiang Shouzhong gently wrapped Ran Qingchen's slender waist, darting towards Qu Hongling, who remained in the center of the chaotic red fog in mid-air.

In the meantime, he left a word to the Demon Venerable standing below, still deep in thought: "Once you've decided, come up. We only have forty-nine days."

With that, Jiang Shouzhong waved his arm.

A brilliant barrier with a dream-like glass texture, like a giant bubble, suddenly appeared.

In the blink of an eye, it diffused layer upon layer.

It quickly sealed the area tightly, preventing outsiders from peering in.

"What about me! I can do it too."

Jiang Que's little face turned bright red, hopping around like an ant on a hot pot.

But there was no response.

In the end, the young girl angrily cursed, "Damn Jiang Shouzhong, I'm no longer interested in you!"

"Seems... quite worthwhile."

The Demon Venerable supported her delicate pointed chin with a jade hand, the inner struggle evident.

After contemplating for a full two-hour, the Demon Venerable bit her silver tooth, cursing, "Such a good opportunity can't be missed, at worst it's like being bitten by a dog."

The alluring Demon Venerable soared into the sky, entering the barrier.

At the same time, the strands of hair entwined around her drifted like a silver waterfall, instantly revealing a flawless, graceful figure.

——

At this moment, a tea stall located at the border of Ten Thousand Mountains appeared particularly conspicuous.

On the tea stall, an old man was sitting alone pondering over a chessboard.

Next to him, the antique tea stove was emitting a serene white steam.

On the other side, a fair tea stall girl lazily propped her elbows on the rough wooden table, face cupped in her hands, cheeks deformed like soft tofu pressed by hands.

"Become so powerful, can't assassinate anymore."

The girl stared blankly at the sky shrouded in blood-red mist and sighed.

The old man, who was contemplating the chess pieces placement, gently placed down a black stone he'd held for a while, stroked his long beard under his chin, and smiled:

"Hey, there were so many chances before, and you didn't cherish them."

The assassin girl named Shen Yiyi rolled her eyes arrogantly, casually dusting off her skirt, she stood up and said, "Forget it, consider me untrustworthy, I don't want to be an assassin anymore, I'll go home to farm."

"That's more like it."

The old man smiled widely, "A young lady, fighting and killing isn't good."

Just then, a monk wearing a dark red old robe walked up from the winding path.

The monk was travel-weary, precisely the Esoteric Sect Saint Buddha.

"Amitabha..."

The Esoteric Sect Saint Buddha clasped his hands in greeting, "Old man, little benefactor, I hope all has been well, we've met again."

"Hmph, if you don't have money for tea, just get out quietly!"

The girl unapologetically shooed him away.

The tea stall old man gently gestured with his hand, personally picking up the already warmed teapot beside him, skillfully pouring a full cup of tea, a smile hiding some mockery in his kindness, he looked at the Esoteric Sect Saint Buddha and asked:

"So, appearing so boldly, aren't you afraid that God will strike you down with lightning?"

The Esoteric Sect Saint Buddha smiled wryly, "Alas, now even Immortals have turned to dust, what is there left for me to fear?"

The tea stall old man's expression became momentarily distant, then he sighed, "Indeed, the Immortals who once shook heaven and earth have vanished. Without Immortals overseeing the world, can ordinary folks' lives truly get better in the future?"

The Esoteric Sect Saint Buddha remained silent.

Just then, a group of fleeing commoners approached from afar.

These people wore tattered clothes, a mix of men, women, young, and old, with wind and frost clearly marked on their faces.

Among the crowd, a thin woman gazed at the steaming tea on the table, her parched throat involuntarily swallowing, lips slightly chapped from thirst.

She carried a bundle wrapped in tattered cloth on her back, tightly cradling a crying infant in her arm.

Out of fear, she dared not step forward.

The old man at the tea stall beckoned, saying, "Come, everyone, have a cup of tea."

Upon hearing this, the refugees rushed forward eagerly.

But that frail woman stumbled, pushed over directly by the crowd that surged forth.

The child in her arms was startled and began to cry loudly.

The Saint Buddha of the Esoteric Sect picked up the teacup from his table, walked to the woman, helped her up, and carefully held the teacup to the lips of the crying infant.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master."

The emaciated woman hurriedly expressed her gratitude.

The Saint Buddha of the Esoteric Sect paused in silence, then asked a question similar to the tea stall owner's: "With the immortals gone, will the lives of ordinary people improve?"

The emaciated woman looked bewildered.

After a while, she timidly replied, "They should, they should improve."

The Saint Buddha of the Esoteric Sect smiled.

Then, a melodious, gentle voice came from behind:

"They will improve, but ultimately, it depends on another sky. If that sky can nourish people, the populace will naturally worship it like a divine being and rely on it..."

The Saint Buddha of the Esoteric Sect turned around.

Somehow, there were suddenly three graceful women in the tea stall.

They were Ye Zhuchan, Luo Wanqing, and Jiang Wan.

The refugees, upon suddenly seeing three fairy-like women, seemed deluded, frozen in place.

The Saint Buddha of the Esoteric Sect, whose face already showed fatigue and desolation, could not help but smile wryly and mutter under his breath:

"I anticipated Jiang Shouzhong's arrival, but did not expect it would be you..."

Luo Wanqing glanced in the direction of the Ten Thousand Mountains, snorted coldly: "That brat is busy stealing fragrances now, he has no time to save his brothers; it falls upon us."

The Saint Buddha of the Esoteric Sect's expression dimmed, sighing deeply: "One wrong step leads to many missteps..."

He raised his head towards the sky, his gaze filled with deep unwillingness and profound confusion: "I can't understand, are immortals really that weak? Are they really so vulnerable?"

Jiang Wan gently shook her head, her voice cold: "It's not that immortals are too weak, but that the brat is too strong."

The Saint Buddha of the Esoteric Sect was speechless.

Jiang Wan condensed an invisible Sword Qi, forming it in front of the Saint Buddha of the Esoteric Sect: "Not intending to resist?"

The Saint Buddha of the Esoteric Sect looked at her: "Do you think there is hope for this monk to survive?"

"No, there is none."

Jiang Wan shook her head.

Facing the siege of Ye Zhuchan, Jiang Wan, and Luo Wanqing, few in the world could escape.

"So, this is it."

The Saint Buddha of the Esoteric Sect slowly closed his eyes.

Poof—

Sword Qi pierced through his throat.

Simultaneously, countless fine Sword Qi threads, like a dense rain, swarmed in.

In an instant, the Saint Buddha of the Esoteric Sect was obliterated in both form and spirit.

As the Saint Buddha of the Esoteric Sect died, two radiant, lustrous, and translucent relics quietly floated before everyone.

One of the relics was Zhang Yunwu.

And the other was the Buddha Mother.

"Can they be resurrected?"

Luo Wanqing frowned and asked.

Ye Zhuchan held the relics, nodding slightly: "Yes, with the Soul Gathering Array, their bodies can be remade, uniting the three souls."

Luo Wanqing was relieved.

She walked to the woman curled up in the tea stall's corner, her beautiful gaze falling on the infant in the woman's arms, speaking softly: "Don't tell me, this is your child."

The woman lifted her timid face, filled with confusion.

Luo Wanqing sneered, muttering: "How come you're becoming more and more like a clown, what karmic misfortune befell me in my previous life to have an obnoxious old father like you."

Indeed, this woman was Luo Mingtang.

To be precise, it was Luo Mingtang in his female form.