Chapter 536: Master’s Wife Kneels, Fu Agrees
The range of an ultra-distance teleportation array was often over 100,000 li, enough to cross a whole kingdom.
So it was after half a day of transmission that Wei Tu, Madam Jin, and Wang Sutai finally reached the array’s destination.
It was a dark underground palace.
At its center stood a jade platform, the teleportation dais of the ultra-distance array.
The next moment, Wei Tu appeared in midair. Once he steadied himself, he immediately stirred his qi and blood, striking the platform several times in a row.
Boom! Boom!
With a series of thunderous crashes, the platform collapsed into rubble.
But even as Madam Jin watched this, her face showed no joy.
For good reason.
Their crisis wasn’t over.
She had clearly seen Duan Changjing following right behind them into the teleportation.
Wei Tu’s destruction of the array would keep Duan Changjing from fully reaching this underground palace. The channel would reject him midway and eject him out.
But… since they had entered the teleportation nearly at the same moment, his landing point could very well be frighteningly close.
Wei Tu would be fine—he was strong enough to protect himself.
But she and her daughter Wang Sutai were another matter.
Especially her.
Her injuries were so severe that even suppressing her own aura was difficult.
Thinking of this, Madam Jin’s eyes shifted toward Wei Tu, whose qi remained vigorous, still composed and unshaken.
Her face hardened with resolve. She seemed to make a decision and stepped forward toward him.
“Fu Daoist, though I don’t know why your cultivation is so high, nor why you are not your master’s seized body… nor why you came to Myriad Yin Sect… those are not things I care to pursue.”
“Right now, I ask only one thing.”
She reached him, lifted her skirt, and slowly knelt before Wei Tu.
“Master’s wife, what are you doing…”
Wei Tu was stunned. This was even more unexpected than when she mistook him for Ancestor Chìlóng inside the Golden Ghost Bone Palanquin and tried to dual cultivate with him.
For a master’s wife to kneel to a disciple…
In the mortal world, and even in the cultivation world, this was almost unthinkable.
Perhaps the demonic path was the exception—after all, demon cultivators often endured humiliation. One more case hardly mattered.
Wei Tu quickly stepped forward, wanting to help her up.
But Madam Jin stayed firm, refusing to rise.
She even shot a sharp glance at Wang Sutai, stopping her from speaking out.
Seeing this, Wei Tu could not force the issue. He only shook his head and asked her to state what she sought.
“This time, with Duan Changjing’s betrayal, if nothing unexpected happens… I may fall here.”
“You are Sutai’s husband. I want to entrust Sutai to you. I hope, Fu’er, you will agree to this.”
Madam Jin bowed low as she spoke, her voice heavy with earnest pleading.
She still didn’t understand why Wei Tu wasn’t Ancestor Chìlóng’s seized body, yet had reached such a high realm.
But she knew one thing clearly—Wei Tu was absolutely reliable.
If he weren’t, there was no way he would have taken her with him while she was gravely injured.
Yes, part of that was thanks to his overwhelming strength.
But even that made him far superior to her own husband, Ancestor Chìlóng.
As an old demon who had lived for centuries, Ancestor Chìlóng would never save a “stranger.” When faced with danger, he might even abandon his own kin.
Of course, Madam Jin’s decision to entrust Wang Sutai to Wei Tu wasn’t born only of motherly affection. She had her own selfish motive.
As long as Wei Tu and Wang Sutai successfully dual cultivated, they could jointly drive the Golden Ghost Bone Palanquin and escape with her.
But the precondition was that Wei Tu must agree to marry Wang Sutai.
Yet this simple matter…
Wei Tu had refused again and again.
So in the end, Madam Jin could only kneel, forcing him by moral pressure to agree.
…
“Will he agree, or will he refuse?”
Her heart wavered with unease.
Unlike half a year ago, now Wei Tu stood far above her in status and power.
In truth, both her life and her daughter’s were in his hands.
And though Wei Tu was reliable, he was no fool. With his experience, he would see through her kneeling ploy.
“I, Fu, agree.”
Soon enough, she heard the words she most wished to hear.
“He agreed?” Madam Jin could hardly believe it, relief mixed with disbelief.
What she didn’t know was that when Wei Tu had chosen to rescue her, he had already accepted the idea of marrying Wang Sutai.
His hesitation before wasn’t because he resisted the marriage. Rather, it was his suspicion—why had Wang Sutai’s attitude shifted so suddenly?
But once she said she would “test him no more,” Wei Tu understood everything.
With that doubt gone, he no longer resisted the marriage.
After all, it was something he had promised long ago.
And beyond that, he needed this political union to solidify his ties with Ancestor Chìlóng.
More importantly—
If he didn’t want to be accused of killing Ancestor Chìlóng’s wife, he had no choice but to accept.
What Madam Jin had considered, Wei Tu had considered as well.
He wasn’t confident he could protect both mother and daughter from Duan Changjing’s pursuit.
To survive, they would need the aid of the Golden Ghost Bone Palanquin.
…
With both Wei Tu and Madam Jin nodding their agreement, Wang Sutai naturally could not object.
In the end, it was for her survival.
Even if, by chance, they managed to avoid running into Duan Changjing upon leaving the underground palace… what if they did?
Once confronted by his blade technique, already at the edge of Dao itself, both she and her mother would have no chance of living.
“Fu Daoist…”
Inside the Golden Ghost Bone Palanquin, on the cushioned bed, Wang Sutai sat across from Wei Tu. She bit her lip, her gaze flickering nervously through the black veil of her bridal cap.
She might be a demoness, but not a pure one.
Born the daughter of a demon cultivator and blessed with a spiritual body, she had been above others since birth.
She had killed before, stained her hands with the blood of mortals, righteous cultivators, and even fellow demons.
But a bridal chamber—this was her first time.
Her experience told her dual cultivation was nothing to fear. Yet sitting here, about to share skin-to-skin closeness with a man she barely knew, she couldn’t help but feel a trace of fear.
Just as she was about to close her eyes and accept it, Wei Tu suddenly tore away a human-skin mask.
Revealed beneath was an utterly ordinary face.
Gone was the former handsome, slightly sinister mask.
What remained was plain, but in her eyes, it carried a firmness and cold detachment that the false face had never possessed.