My Silly, Sweet Wife

Zuo Qiuyun didn’t stand on ceremony and directly asked someone to notify Song Botong.

Not long after, Song Botong arrived at the meeting hall in large strides: "Daoist Zuo, is there something urgent?"

Zuo Qiuyun pointed at Mo Qingsong: "This is my junior brother, Mo Qingsong, currently serving as a Guest Elder in the Nolan family. If there’s anything, let him tell you."

Then, Mo Qingsong recounted the events once more.

After listening, Song Botong’s pupils constricted, yet his expression remained calm.

He originally thought that with the Spirit Stone mine’s issues resolved, good days were ahead for the Song Family. Given a few years to develop, they could certainly suppress the Nolan family and the Zhao family.

But now, Zhao Wencheng has practiced the Devouring Blood Scripture and intends to coerce the Song Family.

"Outrageous! What a massive appetite Zhao Wencheng has!" Song Botong was furious, but he had heard of the Devouring Blood Scripture and understood its horrors.

No matter how angry he was, he knew he must think of a way to deal with Zhao Wencheng.

Otherwise, when Zhao Wencheng brings Zhao Yi tomorrow to propose marriage, the Song Family might find themselves utterly powerless, potentially repeating the Nolan family’s fate.

"Daoist Zuo, what do you think we should do?" Song Botong was at a loss for words.

Zuo Qiuyun sighed: "I am still injured now, and even prepared, I’m afraid I’m no match for Zhao Wencheng. The immediate priority is to notify the Song Family’s Old Lady. Only by teaming up with her do we have a glimmer of hope!"

Zuo Qiuyun was apparently unaware that the Song Family’s Old Lady was at death’s door.

Upon hearing this, Song Botong’s mouth twitched.

He smiled awkwardly and pulled Zuo Qiuyun aside, speaking respectfully: "Daoist Zuo, your great favor to our Song Family is immense, and I know your conduct is upright. I cannot bear to hide something from you."

"What is it?" Zuo Qiuyun asked, quite puzzled.

Since returning from the Spirit Stone mine, Zuo Qiuyun planned to heal slightly and then return to the Dragon and Tiger Sect.

He hadn’t disclosed to Song Botong what exactly happened inside the Spirit Stone mine, merely arranged for Mu Yuli to be at the Song Family, asking them to look after Mu Yuli temporarily.

In the eyes of the Song Family, resolving the issues in the Spirit Stone mine was entirely due to Zuo Qiuyun’s merit.

Song Botong had also asked about Ye Guichen’s situation, but Zuo Qiuyun could only respond vaguely, saying Ye Guichen was a high master, and it was best not to offend him in the future.

For this, Song Botong was always suspicious.

Because he also sent people to investigate.

Ye Guichen and Zuo Qiuyun returned safely from the Spirit Stone mine.

And since their return, Ye Guichen seemed to have stayed at Xianhe Villa without coming out.

Song Botong wanted to inquire about what exactly happened within the Spirit Stone mine, but seeing Zuo Qiuyun reluctant to elaborate, he naturally dared not probe further.

Now, hearing that Zhao Wencheng was directly slaughtering at the Nolan family and had practiced the Devouring Blood Scripture, and with Zuo Qiuyun mentioning the Old Lady, Song Botong dared not conceal anything further.

"Daoist Zuo, I’m afraid our family’s Old Lady doesn’t have much time!" Song Botong said bitterly.

"What happened?" Zuo Qiuyun was taken aback.

Song Botong had to tell the truth.

Zuo Qiuyun also showed a sudden realization.

No wonder he’d been at the Song Family for so long and hadn’t seen the Song Family’s Old Lady.

No matter how you put it, although the Song Family’s Old Lady was elderly, her cultivation was the highest in the Song Family, reportedly closest to the Nascent Soul Realm.

But now, if the Song Family’s Old Lady really fell, the chances of defeating Zhao Wencheng seemed bleak.

"Could I see the Old Lady?" Zuo Qiuyun thought for a moment and finally spoke.

Song Botong naturally had no reason to refuse: "Please, if Daoist Zuo could save our family’s Old Lady, whatever requirements you have, I, Song Botong, won’t bat an eye."

"You’re kind." Zuo Qiuyun gestured for Mo Qingsong to wait, following Song Botong to the back courtyard.

Soon, they arrived at the Old Lady’s residence.

Even before entering, Zuo Qiuyun could feel the pervasive aura of death inside.

After all, a person of the Old Lady’s cultivation level could already attract the forces of nature, and when life was in peril, while it wouldn’t trigger natural phenomena, a certain connection with nature was made.

A Taoist like Zuo Qiuyun could immediately grasp such a connection.

"Mother." Upon entering the room, Song Botong called softly.

On the bed, a skeletal elder slowly opened her eyes.

Although close to twilight, the Old Lady’s eyes were bright, and her demeanor was naturally intimidating.

The imposing aura within her was daunting.

"Eldest child, you’ve come?" The Old Lady spoke, managing a faint smile.

Seeing Zuo Qiuyun beside Song Botong, a hint of confusion flickered in the Old Lady’s eyes.

Song Botong quickly introduced: "Mother, this is Daoist Zuo, the one who cleared out the Spirit Stone mine a few days ago."

"Oh?" The Old Lady looked at Zuo Qiuyun with surprise: "Daoist Zuo truly is a great benefactor to our Song Family."

Zuo Qiuyun smiled awkwardly: "You’re too kind, Old Lady. Clearing out the Spirit Stone mine wasn’t my doing."

"Daoist Zuo is indeed modest." Song Botong said with a smile.

Zuo Qiuyun didn’t know how to explain.

Before parting ways with Ye Guichen, Ye Guichen told Zuo Qiuyun not to speak carelessly about the Spirit Stone mine matters, as he didn’t want others to know of his abilities.

Zuo Qiuyun readily promised because Ye Guichen saved his life.

But now, upon his return, the Song Family saw him as the hero.

"Ahem, let’s not dwell on this matter." Knowing that such things would fade over time, Zuo Qiuyun quickly encouraged Song Botong to recount the events at the Nolan family.

After listening, the Old Lady was also shocked: "That Zhao Wencheng actually disregarded ancestral teachings to practice such an evil skill?"

"Mother, what do you think we should do?" Song Botong asked, looking pained.

In front of others, he was the immediate choice for head of the family, but before the Old Lady, he was still just a son.

In such a helpless situation, Song Botong found himself relying more heavily on the Old Lady.

The Old Lady struggled to sit up, looking at Zuo Qiuyun: "Daoist Zuo, I am not worried about this frail old body. However, I don’t want the Song Family’s legacy to vanish. I wish to ask you for a favor."

Zuo Qiuyun nodded: "Please go ahead, Old Lady. If I can do it, I certainly won’t refuse."

"I hope Daoist Zuo can take a few talented young members of our Song Family to hide at the Dragon and Tiger Sect." The Old Lady’s eyes were earnest, gazing expectantly at Zuo Qiuyun.

Upon hearing this, Song Botong’s eyes lit up.

This might be a good idea.

Rather than having the entire Song Family submit, perhaps face extermination, it’s better to have a few talented young members flee to the Dragon and Tiger Sect overnight.

At least under the protection of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, even if Zhao Wencheng is bold, he wouldn’t dare act recklessly.

Once those young members grow in strength, they can return for revenge, kill Zhao Wencheng, and reclaim the Song Family.

Zuo Qiuyun hadn’t anticipated the Old Lady thinking of this plan.

He didn’t object, but retreating like this, letting someone who practices such evil skills as Zhao Wencheng roam free, he would certainly be mocked by people from the Dragon and Tiger Sect upon returning.

"Old Lady, do we not even have the courage to fight?" Zuo Qiuyun’s mouth twitched, unable to resist speaking up.

The Old Lady smiled wryly: "Daoist Zuo, I understand your thoughts, but as you can see, in my current state, I fear I couldn’t withstand even a single strike from Zhao Wencheng. How can we fight? Moreover, this is a matter of our Song Family. Even if Daoist Zuo is willing to help, how could I bear to implicate the Dragon and Tiger Sect?"

"Old Lady, could I first examine your injuries?" Zuo Qiuyun refrained from speaking further, stepping forward.

The Old Lady nodded.

Zuo Qiuyun quickly placed his hand on the Old Lady.

Moments later, Zuo Qiuyun’s brow furrowed.

He originally thought the situation wasn’t too dire, just that the Song Family was overly worried.

But upon inspection, Zuo Qiuyun found that the Old Lady had corpse energy within her.

This was too terrifying; only due to her high cultivation had she lasted this long. If it were anyone else, they would have turned into a corpse long ago, becoming a zombie.

Moreover, if the Old Lady were to become a zombie, her power would surely rival the Devouring Blood Scripture practiced by Zhao Wencheng.

What’s most frightening is that the Old Lady would lose her self-awareness, subconsciously attacking those closest to her.

At that point, the Song Family wouldn’t need Zhao Wencheng to take action; they might all be bitten to death by the Old Lady.

"What’s wrong, Daoist Zuo? Mother’s injuries..." Seeing Zuo Qiuyun’s serious expression, Song Botong quickly asked.

Zuo Qiuyun didn’t know how to explain. Knowing he was powerless against the Old Lady’s injuries, he smiled apologetically at her before nodding to Song Botong, signaling to discuss outside.

Outside, Song Botong asked with a puzzled expression: "Daoist Zuo, what’s happening?"

Zuo Qiuyun said gravely: "Brother Song, there’s something I don’t know if I should say."