Transmigrated As A Cannon Fodder Sacrifice, I Tricked An Evil God Into Becoming My Live-In Husband - Chapter 3

When Zheng Qiuyu slowly regained consciousness, she found herself no longer on that terrifying stone platform.

The place resembled a crudely hewn mountain cave, its rough walls radiating an awe-inspiring divine power that sealed out the bone-chilling cold and resentful energy of the Guixu Divine Prison.

Nearby, the god called Zhuohuo sat cross-legged.

He still wore his black robe with gold trim, his snow-white hair cascading like moonlight, accentuating the eerie glow of his crimson eyes.

He wasn’t meditating or resting he simply stared at her, motionless, as if studying some strange object that defied all his understanding.

His gaze held no human emotion, only pure, icy observation, as if he might dissect her at any moment to examine her inner workings.

Under that scrutiny, Zheng Qiuyu felt every inch of her skin, every pore, screaming danger.

Alarm bells blared in her mind. She knew that if she faltered even slightly, the bubble of her lies would burst.

Forcing down the icy dread in her heart, she immediately began her performance.

She weakly propped herself up, her face devoid of any fear of imprisonment, filled only with the joy of escaping death and concern for her husband. My lord, she murmured, her voice still raspy from sleep, perfectly conveying vulnerability and dependence on him.

Are you alright? Those sacrificial offerings were filthy. Did they harm you?

She constantly reminded herself to be the Deeply Affectionate Divine Wife, as if she were caring not for an Evil God capable of annihilating worlds with a snap of his fingers, but for a husband recovering from illness and in need of care.

Zhuohuo didn’t respond.

He simply stared at her, the incomprehension in his bl00d-red eyes deepening.

Just as the suffocating silence threatened to drive Zheng Qiuyu mad, a ferocious roar tore through the deathly stillness of the Divine Prison from outside the cave!

ROAR—!

This was followed by a chaotic clamor of footsteps and the whoosh of weapons cutting through the air.

Zheng Qiuyu’s heart sank. The energy wave from the Bl00d Sacrifice had attracted other imprisoned, ravenous beasts and criminals within the Divine Prison! Before she could react, a wretched yet menacing figure crashed through the cave’s makeshift barrier and charged inside.

It was a cultivator in a tattered green Daoist robe, his face marred by a horrifying scar. This was the Wang Clan cultivator who had opposed the Zheng Clan in the book—the only other survivor of the Bl00d Sacrifice besides her!

His eyes immediately locked onto the unharmed Zheng Qiuyu, then shifted to the terrifying yet motionless white-haired deity seated beside her. Greed and envy flared in his gaze.

He concluded that Zheng Qiuyu, far from being sacrificed, was now comfortably ensconced beside the God, undoubtedly due to sheer dumb luck and having stolen the deity’s treasures!

Demoness!

The Wang Clan cultivator’s voice was distorted with greed as he pointed his sword at Zheng Qiuyu.

You’re still alive! You must have taken a divine artifact! Hand it over now, and I might spare your life!

The threat of death washed over Zheng Qiuyu, and she instinctively recoiled in fear.

But in the next instant, a mad idea struck her like lightning.

An opportunity!

This is a heaven-sent opportunity!

A chance to play the role of the Deeply Affectionate Divine Wife to the end, and completely shatter the blankness in Zhuohuo’s heart!

Her mind raced, and she immediately recalled the System rewards she had just received.

 Divine Soul Disguise Art  Beginner-level. Allows you to mask weak divine soul fluctuations, making lies more convincing. Can only be used once per day.

 True Word Spirit  Experience Card Single-use. When activated, it compels the target to believe one statement you make for a short period. Less effective against gods depends on the target’s willpower.

The  Divine Soul Disguise Art  was already in effect, preventing the cultivator from immediately recognizing her as a mortal.

The  True Word Spirit  card was her last resort, not to be wasted on such a minor opponent.

Her greatest advantage was the information gap!

She knew what Zhuohuo was like her enemy didn’t!

Her plan was to use this enemy to stage a performance that would be indelibly etched into Zhuohuo’s blank mind!

Her goal was clear not to seek Zhuohuo’s protection, but to protect Zhuohuo herself!

Seeing Zheng Qiuyu’s silence, the Wang Clan cultivator assumed she was paralyzed with fear, his grin widening into a vicious sneer.

A mere mortal, surviving on her looks? Does she really think she’s the God’s wife?

Dream on! This world-destroying Evil God will only drain you dry, using you as fuel to regain his power!

He advanced step by step, the spiritual light flashing on his sword, radiating murderous intent.

Hand over the divine artifact, and I’ll grant you a swift death!

He smugly analyzed the situation, his words dripping with contempt for Zheng Qiuyu, whom he saw as a mere insect, and fear of the God Zhuohuo.

He completely failed to notice that from the moment he charged in, the white-haired God’s crimson eyes had never left Zheng Qiuyu’s face.

Just as the Wang Clan cultivator’s sword was about to strike, Zheng Qiuyu made a move that neither he nor Zhuohuo could have anticipated. She didn’t retreat, nor did she scream for mercy.

Instead, she abruptly sprang to her feet, spread her arms wide, and recklessly threw her frail, paper-thin body—utterly insignificant before the God and the cultivator—in front of Zhuohuo!

The move was fiercely courageous, utterly at odds with her delicate appearance!

Don’t you dare harm my husband!

Zheng Qiuyu’s heart-wrenching scream tore through the air, every syllable brimming with a death-defying ferocity and a mad devotion to protecting her beloved.

He just woke up! His divine power is unstable—he’s at his weakest!

If you want to touch him, you’ll have to step over my corpse first!

Each word struck Zhuohuo’s chaotic consciousness like a hammer blow.

Husband?

Weak?

Protect?

Zhuohuo’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly.

For millennia, from his primordial birth to his imprisonment in the Guixu Divine Prison, all living beings had offered him only fear, hatred, flattery, and sacrifices.

Never had a creature dared to stand before him.

And never had such a frail being shielded him with such a protective stance, placing him behind her.

An alien, incomprehensible emotion—the sensation of being protected—forced its way into his blank cerebral programming like a virus.

He stared at the small woman’s back. Though her body trembled uncontrollably with fear, she stood like a mother beast guarding her cub, stubbornly brandishing her fragile shield.

The Wang Clan cultivators froze, stunned by her audacity, before erupting into even louder mockery.

Madwoman! You’re truly insane! Protecting him? Does he need your protection?!

But at that moment, an indescribable surge of fury erupted from the god who had been sitting motionless behind her.

The invaders were a threat to his things.

This simple truth instantly overwhelmed all her confusion and doubts.

A flicker of pure malice flashed in Zhuohuo’s eyes. Without even standing up, still seated cross-legged, he casually raised a slender finger and flicked it lightly forward.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no world-devastating light.

Just a light, effortless gesture.

Time seemed to freeze.

The Wang Clan cultivator charging at the front froze mid-charge, his ferocious grin frozen on his face, his raised sword suspended in mid-air.

Outside the cave, the bl00d-maddened beasts that had been drawn by the scent of bl00d also froze, their frenzied howls abruptly silenced.

In the next instant, the Wang Clan cultivator—along with the magic treasure sword in his hand—exploded silently from within, disintegrating into a cloud of bl00d mist without a single scream.

Then, the bl00d mist vanished completely, leaving nothing but pure nothingness.

Outside the cave, every howling beast, regardless of size or ferocity, met the same fate at the same moment.

The world fell into a deathly silence, as if everything that had just transpired had been nothing more than an illusion.

Zheng Qiuyu stared blankly at the empty scene before her. The divine punishment-like spectacle had drained every ounce of courage she had mustered.

Her legs buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, her face as pale as paper.

This… this is the true power of a world-destroying Evil God!

She trembled with lingering fear, a deathly chill surging from her feet to the crown of her head.

She had actually tried to act in front of someone who could annihilate all living beings with a snap of their fingers?

She was truly insane!

Just as she was drowning in endless fear, the System’s most excited notification tone ever rang in her mind!

Ding! Target’s emotional state detected to be in extreme fluctuation! Host has successfully triggered the target’s instinctive protective desire for marked possessions! The initial link in the chain of lies has been forged!

Lie credibility has surged by +20%!

Congratulations, Host! You’ve hit the jackpot! 1000 Heaven-Deceiving Points awarded!

The Beginner’s Gift Pack has been automatically opened! Congratulations, Host! You’ve obtained 1 Marrow Cleansing Pill!

The Heaven-Defying Shop is now officially available to you!

The cascade of notifications, like celestial music, dragged Zheng Qiuyu from the abyss of fear.

She… she had won the gamble!

And she had won big!

Lie credibility was the foundation of her survival. A sudden 20% increase was a godsend! And 1000 Heaven-Deceiving Points!

Her mind stirred, and a semi-transparent screen resembling an online game shop appeared in her consciousness.

Heaven-Defying Shop Beginner

Item 1 Divine Soul Disguise Art Intermediate

Effect Conceals divine soul fluctuations and emits a faint divine aura, greatly enhancing the credibility of lies.

Price 800 Heaven-Deceiving Points

Item 2 Spiritual Affinity Physique Beginner

Effect Alters your constitution, allowing you to sense and absorb spiritual energy from the world.

Price 500 Heaven-Deceiving Points.

Item 3 Storage Ring 10 cubic meters

Effect Price 200 Heaven-Deceiving Points.

There were many items, but Zheng Qiuyu’s eyes were fixed on the first one.

Intermediate-level Divine Soul Disguise Art! This is the key to survival!

What made her heart race even more was the quiet Marrow Cleansing Pill in her System space.

The pill was translucent white, emitting a faint, refreshing fragrance—a common yet incredibly rare and expensive introductory elixir in cultivation novels.

It could cleanse the impurities of her mortal body, reshape her meridians, and grant her, a frail ordinary person, the qualification to cultivate!

With the ability to cultivate, she would have the power to protect herself, no longer a dodder vine clinging to Zhuohuo for survival!

The overwhelming gains washed away her fear, transforming it into uncontrollable elation.

Forcing herself to calm down, she focused on the present.

This success had revealed a crucial strategy dealing with Zhuohuo, who understood nothing and was easily swayed by words alone, required more than just deception. She needed to combine words with action, creating powerful facts to shock his emotions and seize maximum benefits!

She no longer lied merely to survive.

She would take the initiative, craft the narrative, set the pace, and gradually transform this world-destroying Evil God into her ultimate shield and… exclusive cheat code!

Just as Zheng Qiuyu’s heart surged with these thoughts, a shadow fell over her.

She jerked her head up and found herself staring into a pair of crimson eyes, inches from her face.

Zhuohuo had risen to his feet and moved before her without her noticing.

He gazed down at Zheng Qiuyu, who trembled slightly with fear, then lowered his gaze to his own finger—the one that had annihilated everything. The bewilderment in his bl00d-red eyes was deeper than ever.

He couldn’t understand why he had been so enraged moments ago.

Nor could he fathom why she would protect a being who could obliterate her with a snap of his fingers.

This behavior completely defied every instinct of self-preservation he understood.

Slowly, he crouched down, asking her a question for the first time, unprompted.

His voice was low and hoarse, like the first crack of ten-thousand-year-old ice, filled with raw, undisguised curiosity.

You…

Why protect me?