Transmigrated As A Cannon Fodder Sacrifice, I Tricked An Evil God Into Becoming My Live-In Husband - Chapter 15

Zheng Qiuyu’s eyelashes fluttered.

She seemed to snap out of a trance, a flicker of confusion crossing her face before she erupted into a violent coughing fit.

Cough… cough cough…

Her body swayed, and she leaned more heavily against Zhuohuo, who held her in his arms.

Her pale face pressed into Zhuohuo’s robes, her voice barely audible, tinged with a hint of grievance.

I’m just… an ordinary person who wants to save her husband.

This frail, helpless demeanor stood in stark contrast to the mysterious grandmaster who had spoken with such authority moments earlier, her words carrying the weight of law, declaring the pill furnace’s inevitable explosion.

Yet it was precisely this contradiction that solidified the crowd’s suspicions.

A true master.

Genuine masters were always so unassuming, so close to their original nature.

Zhang Xuan’s parched lips trembled as he tried to speak again.

But Elder Li seized this rare opportunity, rising abruptly and breaking the tense silence with a resounding declaration.

Fellow Daoist Zheng’s knowledge is truly admirable!

His voice boomed with unwavering conviction, leaving no room for dissent.

Assessment passed!

Elder Li surveyed the room, his gaze lingering on the faces of the Pill Peak Elders before decisively declaring, I propose granting Fellow Daoist Zheng the highest honor of Honorary Elder within our sect. Does anyone object?

No one responded.

Zhang Xuan’s face flushed crimson and then paled, but he ultimately slumped back into his seat, waving his hand in tacit agreement.

Objection? Are you kidding me?

Who would dare object?

With a mere utterance, he had solved a century-old mystery plaguing the sect and precisely predicted the countdown to the destruction of Pill Peak’s most treasured artifact.

If anyone still dared object, they’d have nowhere to turn for help when their own alchemy furnaces exploded next time.

Excellent!

Elder Li’s confidence surged as he dropped another bombshell.

Furthermore, I propose allocating the sect’s most spiritually abundant location, the Listening Rain Pavilion, to Fellow Daoist Zheng for his husband’s recuperation.

This announcement drew envious glances even from some Inner Sect Elders.

The Listening Rain Pavilion was a top-tier Cave Abode reserved exclusively for Supreme Elders who had made monumental contributions to the sect.

And so, amidst a complex atmosphere of reverence, fanaticism, and relief, Zheng Qiuyu’s status was finally settled.

Guided by Lin Yue’er, Zheng Qiuyu finally arrived at the Cave Abode known as Listening Rain Pavilion, carrying Zhuohuo in her arms.

The abode was nestled halfway up the Azure Cloud Sect’s main peak, shrouded in mist and exuding an air of serene elegance.

The moment the stone gate opened, a wave of spiritual energy, so dense it was almost tangible, rushed out, carrying the fresh scent of vegetation.

Zheng Qiuyu felt every pore on her body relax.

The interior of the abode was surprisingly spacious, with moonstones embedded in the stone walls casting a soft, ethereal glow.

At the very center stood a massive Cold Jade Bed.

The translucent bed radiated wisps of white, icy energy that formed a faint mist around it.

Senior Zheng, the spiritual energy here is abundant, and this Cold Jade Bed will nourish your husband’s divine soul. It will undoubtedly aid his recovery, Lin Yue’er said, her voice filled with admiration and her eyes sparkling.

Zheng Qiuyu nodded slightly and carefully placed Zhuohuo on the Cold Jade Bed.

The moment his body touched the surface, the icy energy seemed to find its purpose, surging into him with eager haste.

Even his tightly furrowed brows seemed to relax slightly.

Standing by the bed, Zheng Qiuyu gazed at his peaceful sleeping face, her taut nerves finally loosening.

She exhaled deeply, feeling as if she had come back to life.

Finally, they were temporarily safe.

Her gaze fell on Zhuohuo’s handsome but bloodless face.

Though he was a ticking time bomb, she had to admit that his critically injured act had been crucial in fooling those old men.

Looking at him now, this dangerous pet didn’t seem so bad after all.

As she was lost in thought, the protective barrier around the Cave Abode suddenly emitted a piercing, buzzing alarm.

Someone was forcibly attacking from outside.

Immediately afterward, an arrogant and unreasonable voice boomed through the barrier

Get your asses out here!

Senior Brother Zhao Long has his eye on the Listening Rain Pavilion. Who the hell do you think you are, living here?

Lin Yue’er’s face instantly darkened.

She stormed outside, her voice sharp with anger.

What do you think you’re doing?! Elder Li personally arranged this residence for Senior Zheng!

Thud!

A muffled impact sent Lin Yue’er staggering backward, barely managing to regain her balance.

A burly young man with a face full of rough features swaggered into the Cave Abode, followed by several lackeys.

Dressed in the robes of a core Inner Sect disciple, he scanned the cave with disdain before his gaze finally settled on Zheng Qiuyu.

Lin Yue’er’s urgent voice reached Zheng Qiuyu’s ears through telepathic communication.

Senior, be careful! He’s Zhao Long, Elder Wang’s nephew from the Inner Sect. He’s used to bullying people in the Sect—we can’t afford to cross him!

Zhao Long’s gaze swept over Zheng Qiuyu before finally landing on Zhuohuo, who lay on the Cold Jade Bed. A repulsive grin stretched across his face.

Oh, look who brought a pretty boy.

He leered at Zheng Qiuyu, his eyes raking her up and down with vulgar intent.

Here’s the deal, little beauty, he said. Throw him off that bed and spend the night serving me properly. If you do that, I’ll be merciful and let you keep this Listening Rain Pavilion. What do you say?

His lackeys erupted in mocking laughter, closing in with malicious intent, each step tightening the noose around them.

Lin Yue’er’s face paled with terror, her body trembling uncontrollably.

But Zheng Qiuyu slowly straightened, stepping in front of the Cold Jade Bed. Not a trace of panic showed on her face. Instead, a strange smile bloomed on her lips.

Her voice was soft, as if stating the most obvious fact in the world.

My husband…

He has a very bad temper when he wakes up.

Zhao Long burst into uproarious laughter, as if he’d heard the joke of the century. His corpulent body shook with mirth, and his lackeys joined in with their own raucous guffaws.

Beauty, your joke isn’t funny at all. A useless cripple lying in bed waiting to die dares to have morning grumpiness?

Zhao Long patted the shoulder of a nearby lackey and sneered, Did you hear that? She’s got morning grumpiness! Should we keep our voices down so we don’t wake this esteemed master?

Hahaha, Brother Long’s right! Let’s be quiet, or the master will throw a tantrum!

The Cave Abode instantly filled with an atmosphere of boisterous merriment.

Before the laughter could subside, a tremendous wave of spiritual power erupted from Zhao Long.

The aura of a Late Golden Core cultivator, like an invisible mountain, crashed down on Zheng Qiuyu, who stood before the Cold Jade Bed, and Lin Yue’er, who lay paralyzed on the ground.

He wanted to see this stubborn beauty’s legs buckle, forcing her to kneel and beg for mercy.

The air in the Cave Abode thickened instantly, and the flames in the stone wall lamps shrank to flickering pinpricks, their light wavering erratically.

Lin Yue’er, already paralyzed on the ground, felt her internal organs shift out of place. A suffocating pressure trapped the air in her chest, making even breathing a luxury. Her small face turned a ghastly shade of purple.

Zheng Qiuyu’s body trembled violently, her face drained of all color, as pale as death.

Yet her eyes remained eerily calm.

Clinging to the edge of the Cold Jade Bed behind her, her knuckles white from the strain, she barely managed to steady herself. She lifted her head and spoke in a voice so frail it trembled slightly.

Senior Brother, I’m not joking.

He needs absolute quiet to heal.

Even the slightest disturbance could cause him to…

She paused, as if searching for the right word.

…lose control.

Her performance was flawless.

The sincerity and worry in her voice silenced Zhao Long’s lackeys’ laughter. They exchanged uneasy glances, a flicker of doubt crossing their faces.

This woman… she doesn’t sound like she’s lying.

But Zhao Long, blinded by lust and possessiveness, remained oblivious to the danger.

Instead, Zheng Qiuyu’s desperate protectiveness of her man only fueled his excitement, making her even more alluring.

Out of control?

Hahaha! I’d like to see just how ‘out of control’ he can get!

Zhao Long roared with laughter, convinced this woman was flirting with him in a rather peculiar way.

He brushed past Zheng Qiuyu, completely dismissing her feeble attempt to stop him.

Extending his thick, fleshy hand, he gathered spiritual power in his palm and reached for Zhuohuo, who lay on the Cold Jade Bed.

He intended to yank this eyesore of a pretty boy off the bed and toss him out of the Cave Abode like a piece of trash.

No!

Lin Yue’er let out a sharp, terrified scream and instinctively closed her eyes.

Yet Zheng Qiuyu remained motionless.

She didn’t even turn around.

She simply stood there, her gaze fixed on Zhao Long’s massive back with the pity one reserves for the dead.

In a voice so soft only she could hear, she finished the sentence she had started earlier

The last person who woke him…

The city where he resided…

…afterward, not a blade of grass grew within a hundred miles.

The voice was soft, yet it carried an inexplicable chill that seemed to seep into one’s very bones.

Zhao Long, who was about to strike, froze mid-motion.

A sudden chill ran down his back, and goosebumps erupted across his entire body.

But the arrow was already nocked, his hand extended. How could he possibly retract it now?

If he were to be intimidated by a woman’s few words, how could Zhao Long ever maintain his reputation within the Inner Sect?

Enraged and humiliated, he channeled a surge of spiritual power into his hand, cursing viciously, Playing tricks!

Just as Zhao Long’s hand was about to touch the corner of Zhuohuo’s robe, the man who had been slumbering on the Cold Jade Bed stirred. His silver eyelashes trembled slightly.

In that instant, a pressure descended—neither spiritual power nor demonic energy, but something far more ancient and primal, radiating an aura of destruction and chaos. It was as if an ancient beast, dormant for eons, had suddenly opened its eyes.

This oppressive force swept over Zhuohuo.

Within the Cave Abode, every sound, every ray of light, every breath of air froze in place.

The predatory grin on Zhao Long’s face froze instantly.

It was replaced by an overwhelming, soul-deep terror.

He felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart and was squeezing it mercilessly. His Late Golden Core spiritual power, which he had always prided himself on, now seemed as insignificant as a speck of dust before this oppressive force.

Every bone in his body groaned under the unbearable weight, as if they were about to be crushed into powder.

He wanted to retreat.

He wanted to flee.

He wanted to kneel and beg for mercy.

But to his horror, he discovered that he couldn’t even move a finger, let alone retreat.

His body, his spiritual power, even his thoughts were completely immobilized.

The only thing that moved were his eyeballs, trembling wildly with terror.

He watched helplessly as the silver eyelashes of the man on the Cold Jade Bed flickered once more.

Then, slowly, they parted, revealing a narrow slit of light.