The great swindler Ji really knew how to win people's hearts, instantly deceiving so many people and making them all feel indebted to him.
Such methods were truly formidable.
If A'li were to remain by his side, it would be disastrous. She must stay away from Ji Mo to avoid being deceived.
Ye Yao's heart was filled with vigilance as she pondered how to take A'li away.
In the end, Ji Mo let the Sky Roc and the Ginseng King go, not eating them.
The primary reason was that the Sky Roc's feathers had all grown back, and he found plucking chicken feathers too troublesome.
The reckoning with the Zhan family began.
"This old monk will expose Zhan Zhiming's true colors. This scoundrel is not human, with a heart as black as a snake's. He actually had designs on A'li's Human King bloodline."
Hui Neng pointed at Zhan Zhiming and cursed him vehemently.
He then recounted Zhan Zhiming's wicked deeds, using the Sky Roc as a living experiment subject to figure out how to strip away bloodline power.
"What? How could you do such a thing?"
Ye Yao was struck as if by lightning. She stared intently at Zhan Zhiming, then rushed forward and slapped him hard across the face.
She had even fantasized about marrying Zhan Zhiming, only to discover he was so malicious and had set his sights on A'li.
Fortunately, he hadn't succeeded, or A'li would have been harmed.
To prove the truth of the matter, Bian Wei was brought forward.
"It was Zhan Zhiming! Zhan Zhiming forced me to do this. Otherwise, how would I dare to harm the Human King? Zhan Zhiming, that ungrateful wretch, I am irreconcilably opposed to him."
Bian Wei, cunning and old, cast all the blame onto Zhan Zhiming, cleansing himself completely.
At this moment, it was better for a fellow Daoist to die than for oneself to perish; self-preservation was paramount.
The Sky Roc gnashed its teeth in anger and pounced, pecking and scratching at Bian Wei.
The disgusting look on the face of this wicked old man when he had cut open his own belly, drawn his blood, and pounded his bones was still vivid. Now he was pretending to be an innocent.
"Auntie, I recognize him. He's that old pervert who was leering at you last time."
A'li recognized Bian Wei and, in a huff, kicked him twice.
The little girl was now a Spirit Emperor, and her kicks were not light. These two kicks nearly took Bian Wei's old life.
"Mr. Ji, spare my life. I have a treasure to offer you."
Bian Wei was in excruciating pain, feeling like several of his bones were broken. If A'li kicked him a few more times, he would surely die.
He quickly took out a crystal bottle. Inside, a bean-sized flame flickered continuously, emitting a vigorous life force.
Upon closer inspection, it was not a flame but a drop of crimson blood.
"Phoenix Blood!"
Gasps of cold air echoed from all around.
Clearly, everyone felt the uniqueness of this drop of blood, which resembled a burning flame, seemingly nurturing a wisp of the Nirvana Dao rhyme of rebirth from ashes.
"Mr. Ji, this is the Phoenix Blood I extracted. I hope it can be exchanged for my life."
Bian Wei handed over the crystal bottle, stating his condition.
By absorbing this drop of Phoenix Blood, one might even comprehend the Phoenix's Nirvana divine ability.
This drop of blood was absolutely priceless.
The Sky Roc flew up and began scratching again. This blood was extracted from its own body; all its blood had been almost drained by this fellow, and now he dared to offer it in exchange for his life.
"This is it?"
Ji Mo looked at the blood bead in the crystal bottle, greatly disappointed.
When he heard there was a treasure, his eyes had lit up uncontrollably, but now he had no interest whatsoever.
A drop of worthless blood, and he called it a treasure, causing him false joy.
He then instructed the Sky Roc to use its strength and teach this old pervert who dared to deceive him a harsh lesson.
"Don't hit me, I have another important piece of information."
Bian Wei quickly spoke up: "Actually, Zhan Zhiming has defected to the First Elder of the Luo family. The kidnapping of Miss A'li was also arranged by the First Elder of the Luo family. I suspect this First Elder of the Luo family is the real culprit who dug out Miss A'li's Dao bone back then."
"Is that true?"
Ye Yao reacted most strongly.
It wasn't because she knew who the culprit was who had harmed A'li back then, but because she heard that Zhan Zhiming was a lackey of the First Elder of the Luo family.
Doesn't that mean that Zhan Zhiming deliberately approached her, said he liked her, and wanted to marry her, and all of this was a lie?
After all, she had almost been tricked into losing her virtue by him several times.
"Zhan Zhiming, you scumbag, die!"
Ye Yao, like a furious tigress, rushed forward and delivered a fierce kick to Zhan Zhiming.
Zhan Zhiming clutched his crotch, his body hunched like a shrimp, and collapsed on the ground, howling in pain.
Ye Yao's "castration kick" was too vicious. He seemed to hear the sound of his testicles shattering.
All the males present immediately trembled, instinctively clamping their legs together.
Only men understood this kind of pain.
"Scumbag, you've been deceiving me all along. You've always wanted to trick me out of my purity. If I hadn't been so reserved, wouldn't you have taken advantage of me completely?"
Ye Yao's love had turned to hatred, and she poured all her anger onto Zhan Zhiming's crotch.
A'li covered her forehead with a black line: Auntie, your skin is so thick. When were you ever reserved? If I hadn't stopped you, I might be an older cousin by now.
Ji Mo silently moved a considerable distance away from Ye Yao. This woman was truly terrifying; he must never provoke her in the future.
That castration kick was the bane of men, and he had no confidence that he could withstand it.
Fan Jingxing, however, was beaming with joy. He thought his wife was fierce, but in comparison, she was truly as gentle as a cat.
"My lady, you truly are the gentlest woman in the world. I love you."
Fan Jingxing's gratitude towards Mr. Ji increased exponentially.
If it weren't for Mr. Ji, how could I have married such a gentle wife? If I had accidentally married a tigress like Ye Yao, wouldn't life be worse than death?
"Ah, why are you all looking at me? Actually, I'm not usually like this."
Ye Yao noticed the gazes cast upon her and felt quite embarrassed, finally stopping her brutal assault on Zhan Zhiming.
At this moment, the pitiable Zhan Zhiming was bruised and swollen, no longer resembling a human.
"Bitch..."
He struggled to utter these two words, tilted his head, and fainted.
"Hmph, when you wake up, I'll beat you again. You stinking men are all no good."
Ye Yao snorted coldly, adjusted her attire, and regained her dignified demeanor.
Bian Wei's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He no longer dared to open his eyes to look at Ye Yao.
He must have been blinded by greed to have set his sights on such a woman back then.
If he had made a move on this woman back then, he would have met the same fate as Zhan Zhiming.
Bian Wei felt incredibly fortunate. Fortunately, Ji Mo's wife had rescued Ye Yao and A'li back then, otherwise, his fate would have been unimaginable.
"Mr. Ji, please thank your wife for saving my life."
Bian Wei bowed gratefully to Ji Mo, his face full of lingering fear.
Your wife?
I'm still a bachelor.
This old pervert is clearly mocking me.
Ji Mo was unaware that Wen Die had impersonated his wife and rescued A'li and Ye Yao back then.
Thus, he gave a meaningful look.
The Sky Roc understood and, with a sinister grin, pinned Bian Wei to the ground again.
Immediately, piercing screams erupted.