Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

The desert wind continued its relentless assault on the lonely Tingyue Inn in the wilderness.

The sound of the wind chimes incessantly echoed.

In a flickering candlelit guest room, the round-faced young girl Zhao Zhi'er spread a sheepskin map across the table with a flourish, her rounded fingertip heavily pressing on a marked canyon at the northern foot of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

"Senior Brother Shen, look, according to the Master Elder, the Dragon Demon Clan's Blood Pool is hidden here. As soon as the sandstorm stops, we'll set out immediately. If the Yanrong barbarians get there before us..."

"Zhi'er!"

Shen Muheng immediately covered the girl's mouth, "Do you think those people are deaf?"

He cast a wary glance at the tightly closed door.

From the hall, the noisy sounds of the Yan Rong People drinking and playing games were clearly audible.

Zhao Zhi'er shook off his hand, her almond eyes wide open:

"Senior Brother, why are you so timid? With our cultivation, I wouldn't say we can walk sideways, but hardly anyone would dare provoke us. Besides, Senior Sister will soon arrive."

For this hothouse flower, Shen Muheng was quite vexed and whispered:

"There is always a stronger person out there, we still need to be cautious, after all, we have a mission. Not to mention those Yan Rong masters, or that Ghost Taoist we can't afford to provoke."

Before he finished speaking, an unexpected gust of wind filled with yellow sand burst through the window crevice, almost extinguishing the candle flame.

The two were startled.

Once they realized it was just the window being blown open, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Zhi'er stubbornly said, "Anyway, I'm not afraid. I heard that in Dazhou, the Third Prince already has a lead. If they find the Dragon Demon Clan before us, I wonder what else there is to compete for."

Shen Muheng lowered his voice, his fingertip tracing the nine star positions marked in dark red cinnabar on the map, and said:

"Finding them doesn't matter, everything is in our favor, the Dragon Demon Clan will eventually be under our control. Furthermore, there's Senior Sister Zixin; she was personally..."

Before he finished, Shen Muheng closed his mouth immediately.

Zhao Zhi'er snorted coldly, "What are you afraid of saying? Originally, those Immortals intended to have Senior Sister Zixin deal with the Asura Queen after she slayed the Red Demon, as a trump card, but they never thought the Asura Queen would be resolved early by Li Guanshi and the others.

But that's fine too, if we can find the Great Demon of the Dragon Clan now and help Senior Sister Zixin achieve success, I'm sure those Immortals will let us ascend together."

"Oh dear, just say less, alright."

Shen Muheng was quite helpless.

However, the girl's words made him feel a bit hopeful.

The matter of the Immortal descending upon their sect was unknown to the world, such a great opportunity was once in a lifetime.

In any case, the journey to the Ten Thousand Mountains was inevitable.

The two of them chatted idly until midnight, when Shen Muheng packed up the map and stood up, ready to return to his room.

Before leaving, he turned back to warn the girl, "Promise me, don't run around."

"Got it!"

The impatient Zhao Zhi'er deliberately slapped her long sword onto the table, causing the teacups to clink.

Shen Muheng shook his head in resignation, closing the door.

...

In the latter half of the night, a wisp of black mist seeped in through the door gap, condensing into the hunchbacked silhouette of the Ghost Taoist.

On the bed, Zhao Zhi'er was fast asleep.

Suddenly, a foul stench invaded her nostrils.

The girl woke with a start, seeing a figure standing right beside her bed; it was none other than the Ghost Taoist.

The Ghost Taoist lifted the brocade quilt, his withered palm touched the fluttering pulse on the girl's neck.

"What a perfectly untainted Tool Girl, just right for refining the Nine Palace Heavenly Corpse."

The Ghost Taoist let out a laugh that sounded like sandpaper scraping.

The Enchanting Fragrance made from corpse oil wafted from the gourd at the Taoist's waist. The girl tried to draw the sword from under her pillow but felt her head growing drowsy, her eyelashes seemingly as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Senior... Brother... save..."

Zhao Zhi'er's lips moved, emitting a weak and feeble sound.

The Ghost Taoist untied the sash around the girl's waist.

Just as his cold fingertips were about to touch the girl's warm, soft waist, he suddenly felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

Turning his head abruptly, he saw that the window was somehow open.

A figure was seated at the table.

Jiang Shouzhong was holding a teacup, smiling faintly: "Corpse Refining Technique paired with Mandrake's Soul Capturing Fragrance, you have indeed devised a new variation of such a vile method."

The Ghost Taoist retreated rapidly to the corner, his triangular eyes squinting into slits like a venomous snake, and he asked coldly, "Who are you?"

At the same moment, the bells on his body jangled.

Three beautiful corpses appeared out of nowhere.

These three bodies were not wearing a thread, their deathly pale skin exuding a sort of eerie sensuality under the moonlight.

Jiang Shouzhong gently twirled the tea leaves in his cup, smiling: "I'm just curious, why someone like you, a corpse refiner, would be wandering around this godforsaken desert wilderness?"

"Since you're poking your nose into this, why don't you stay and become one of my Corpse Puppets!"

The Ghost Taoist shook the bell wildly in his hand.

In an instant, the three beautiful corpses, along with a nauseating stench, clawed ferociously towards Jiang Shouzhong, their sharp nails resembling razor-like blades.

Yet, at half a meter in front of Jiang Shouzhong, the three corpses suddenly froze.

At their foreheads, three bloody holes had appeared, with black blood gushing forth, carrying tiny, disgusting worms, after which they collapsed straight to the ground.

The Ghost Taoist's face registered horror upon seeing this, a plume of black mist burst from his sleeve, and he screamed shrilly, "We'll meet again!"

Before finishing his words, he fled towards the door like a lost dog, vanishing into the darkness in an instant.

Jiang Shouzhong, however, did not pursue him. He leisurely finished his cup of tea and then walked to the bed.

Earlier, the Ghost Taoist had undone her inner layers, exposing large patches of the girl's skin.

Jiang Shouzhong casually picked up a piece of clothing from the side, covering the girl, then touched her forehead with his fingertip, dispersing the enchantment from Zhao Zhi'er's body.

Yet, the next moment, clearly recovered, Zhao Zhi'er suddenly snatched up the longsword beside her pillow, thrusting it towards Jiang Shouzhong's throat.