The Daily Life Of Mei Furen Doting On Her Husband - Chapter 72
Shuangjiang noticed that the Junior Uncle beside him suddenly paused for some reason, then vanished in an instant. When he looked up again, the Junior Uncle had already appeared beside the Cat Lord, catching her mid-air and landing on the top of the city wall.
As expected of the Junior Uncle—so fast. Shuangjiang rushed over, but before he could say anything, he noticed something unusual between his Junior Uncle and the Cat Lord.
Wu Zhen had used all her strength to attack, dispersing half of the dreadful Plague God. However, she had also sustained serious injuries. As she fell, hoping to relieve the impact, she was caught by someone mid-air. The person had appeared so quickly that she hadn’t noticed. When she landed on the city wall and saw the person clearly, Wu Zhen was shocked and asked, “My dear?”
Could it be that she was so gravely injured that her vision was blurred? Otherwise, how could she see her frail Mr. Mei appearing here at such a time? Wasn’t he just an ordinary person?
Mei Zhuyu saw her pale face and reached out to touch her before his mind could even process it. He wanted to say something, but just as Wu Zhen said, “My dear,” she suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto Mei Zhuyu’s hand. The bright red blood stained his left hand, causing it to tremble involuntarily before clenching tightly.
Meanwhile, the remaining Plague God began regrouping. Hu Zhu, who had been slightly injured, looked over and stepped forward to block them for the time being.
Mei Zhuyu half-supported Wu Zhen. Seeing the worsening situation, he lowered his bloodied hand and said to Shuangjiang, “Come and protect her.”
Shuangjiang instinctively rushed over, and Mei Zhuyu laid Wu Zhen down, preparing to turn back. But Wu Zhen grabbed him, “Wait, you…”
Her expression was pained, and the chaos around them was overwhelming. Wu Zhen had grasped him instinctively but didn’t know what to say.
After a moment of hesitation, Mei Zhuyu turned around and squeezed her cold hand. “It’s okay. Don’t worry. We’ll talk about it after this is over.”
Wu Zhen let go, gritting her teeth as she swallowed the blood rising in her throat. Mei Zhuyu noticed this, and with a cold expression, he drew his heavy peachwood sword, switching it from his right hand to his left.
Shuangjiang, standing there dumbfounded, gasped.
His junior uncle was using his left hand—a clear sign that he was furious. He hadn’t wielded a sword with his left hand for years. Everyone had assumed that the Junior Uncle would never use his left hand to use the sword again, but… Shuangjiang couldn’t help but glance at the Cat Lord. Did the Junior Uncle know her? He had noticed it—there was something undeniably strange between the Cat Lord and the Junior Uncle. They had been touching each other.
Yet, when Shuangjiang had mentioned the Cat Lord before, there had been no reaction from the Junior Master.
This situation made Shuangjiang even more perplexed. The way they interacted hinted at a deeper connection, but the Junior Uncle’s earlier indifference left him baffled. Now, seeing them together, Shuangjiang realized that there was far more to this relationship than met the eye.
Taoist Shuangjiang stood beside Wu Zhen with mixed feelings, keeping an eye on her as instructed by his junior uncle. Yet, in reality, there was little need for concern. Ever since his junior uncle had intervened, the Plague God—half swallowed by Wu Zhen—had been firmly restrained by his junior uncle at the periphery, with no tentacles reaching them. They were entirely safe, left with nothing to do but watch quietly from a distance.
Hu Zhu had also retreated, standing aside while clutching her slightly aching chest, her gaze fixed on Mei Zhuyu with a strange expression. As Wu Zhen’s assistant, she was naturally familiar with Mei Zhuyu, the “Cat Lord’s man”. She had almost been thrown into the patrol soldiers’ prison by him once before.
She never would have imagined that Second Young Master Mei, who appeared to be an ordinary person, was, in fact, a powerful Taoist Priest. Seeing the bright spiritual light radiating from his body, Hu Zhu realized her mistake. The man had clearly returned to his original state, and his aura had been so perfectly restrained that it had gone unnoticed.
Hu Zhu couldn’t help but glance at the Cat Lord again. It would have been fine if she hadn’t noticed, but the fact that Wu Zhen—despite living with him day and night and even sharing a bed with him—hadn’t realized this left her astounded. Clearly, emotions could cloud one’s judgment, turning even the sharpest cat into a foolish one.
As for Wu Zhen, seeing her husband’s pure and righteous aura, she relaxed, letting go of her earlier nervousness and abandoning any thought of stepping in to assist. She sat cross-legged on the roof with peace of mind and took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.
She had exhausted herself by using the red thunder, which had impacted her internal organs and caused her to vomit blood. However, it wasn’t as severe as it seemed—certainly not as serious as the residual plague energy she had swallowed.
As she wiped her mouth, her gaze followed Mei Zhuyu, who was flying through the air with a sword. She remained somewhat perplexed. How had her husband suddenly transformed from an ordinary person into a Taoist Priest? And not just any Taoist Priest, but an incredibly powerful one. Observing his skillful use of talismans, she realized he was far more formidable than any Taoist she had encountered.
She had seen Taoist Shuangjiang use similar talismans before, but it took him a long time to draw even one, and he could only manage three before exhausting his energy. Yet here was her husband, having already used sixteen talismans, with half the sky now covered in them, and still showing no sign of fatigue.
Even as he drew talismans, he wielded his sword with precision. Wu Zhen had witnessed Taoist priests use swords to summon thunder before, but they only ever called down white thunder. However, Mei Zhuyu summoned purple thunder. Wu Zhen had heard of such power but had never seen it in person. Purple thunder was far stronger than ordinary white thunder and was the ultimate weapon for purging evil spirits.
Watching as the Plague God, which she had struggled to weaken by half, was bound by talismans and bombarded by purple thunder until it was almost entirely vanquished, Wu Zhen couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe. She thought to herself, if she had known her husband was so powerful, she wouldn’t have bothered swallowing the Plague God’s plague energy. That stuff tastes weird and unpleasant, and she’d have to endure some suffering to expel the plague energy afterward.
The three observers had their own thoughts as they watched the battle, but Mei Zhuyu’s mind was far simpler. Confronting evil spirits, he never hesitated. His approach was direct: destroy them as quickly and efficiently as possible. The burning sensation on his hand, left by Wu Zhen’s blood, fueled his anger, driving him to strike even harder.
The God of Plague, after all, was nothing more than a conglomeration of filthy and evil creatures. While Wu Zhen was powerful in her own right, she was not as adept as Mei Zhuyu in handling such entities. His Taoist practices were righteous and potent, perfectly suited to counter these malevolent forces. Under his relentless attacks, the already weakened God of Plague shrank, eventually dissolving into a pool of murky, evil water, like thin ice melting in the sun.
Though this evil water was less dangerous than the Plague God itself, it still posed a threat. If allowed to seep into the clouds and fall as rain, it could spread disease to both people and animals.
To prevent this, Mei Zhuyu sliced his palm with his peach wood sword. Mixing his blood with the remnants of Wu Zhen’s blood still on his hand, he crafted a blood talisman to temporarily suppress the vile water.
Afterward, he flicked his sleeves and descended back onto the city wall, striding toward Wu Zhen.
As he passed Hu Zhu, she instinctively retreated, wary of the lingering spiritual energy and residual purple thunder that had yet to fully dissipate from his body. Noticing this, Mei Zhuyu slowed his pace and consciously restrained the overflowing energy. By the time he reached Wu Zhen’s side, he had reverted to his usual, ordinary self.
If it weren’t for the blood-stained wood sword in his hand, Wu Zhen might have believed she had just dreamed the entire event.
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Kunoss
whoa! so powerful 👏