My Demon Husband Is a Snake-Chapter 883: Enchanting Beauty

"The Sect Master is fine, don’t worry, get up and get on with your tasks." Seeing Lin Huan’s breathing was not smooth, I couldn’t bear him talking much, so I spoke on his behalf.

As my words fell, the scene became silent.

No one stood up, and no one spoke.

Just as I was touching my nose in doubt, they kowtowed heavily to me three times.

Only then did they get up one after another and leave.

I was slightly stunned, "Grandpa, they misunderstood that I saved you?"

"You did save me, no need to clarify or explain." Lin Huan said gravely.

I scratched my head, "Oh, oh~"

Claiming such a big merit, my conscience is greatly uneasy.

This place is somewhat far from the pavilion.

Fearing Lin Huan might tire from walking too much, I simply stepped out on a Golden Lotus.

Seven or eight steps taken, and we were under the pavilion.

"Wanwan, what’s this..." Lin Huan was surprised, then laughed, "Having obtained the Sharp Gold Force gifted by Zhang Zidao, learning Zhang Family’s techniques is indeed much easier."

"So I learned Zhang Family’s footwork because of the power my Master gave me?" I blurted out in surprise, feeling awkward inside.

All along, I have been particularly proud, thinking I had exceptional talent.

Watching Zhang Zidao walk a few steps, I self-taught myself.

Turns out Master had already opened shortcuts for me long ago...

At this moment, my heart is filled with heartfelt gratitude for my Master’s kindness.

The stairs to the pavilion are particularly magical, one cannot use Taoist arts on them at all.

Step by step up the spiral staircase, the more I felt an unfathomable evil force above.

This evil aura is bizarrely grand; it completely disregards the solemn pure yang Demon-Breaking Qi filled all around Lin’s family.

Lin Huan, physically weak, barely managed to walk two floors.

Going further up, he started panting.

Seeing that he could barely move, I suggested, "Grandpa, let me carry you up."

"How is that possible? If people knew I let my pregnant granddaughter carry me upstairs, I’d be laughed at. Grandpa will just sit for a while." Lin Huan’s tone left no room for defiance, he looked up through the gaps in the stairs, "Wanwan, you go up first, once I’m rested, I’ll come up."

"Alright, Grandpa, let me wipe your sweat." I helped Lin Huan sit down.

I took out a handkerchief from my crossbody bag and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Here’s the handkerchief for you."

Lin Huan nodded and took it, closing his eyes to rest.

I jogged up to the pavilion, quite exhausted myself.

Sweating profusely, breathing heavily.

My belly feels so heavy indeed... Relying on my own strength to take a few steps felt like it would cost my life...

Without the Seven-Star Golden Lotus Step, I don’t think I could accomplish anything.

"Who... who is it?? Zhao Zheng?" Qing Li asked sensitively upon hearing footsteps.

I walked in, and the scene before me completely shocked me.

Exactly the same as in my dream, several thick Poison Ivy vines entangled Qing Li’s body.

The green Poison Ivy was covered with suckers, which could siphon Essence Blood from the human body by attaching to the skin.

Qing Li is but a mortal female, lacking the inherent bewitching bones that an Immortal Maiden like Immortal Liu possesses.

Suddenly, in a fleeting glance.

I actually felt that in terms of both appearance and temperament, Immortal Liu fell a whole level beneath Qing Li.

Previously seeing Qing Li, it was only her Primordial Spirit form so I didn’t have such a clear perception.

Her beauty seemed to be between a fairy and a mortal woman, beautiful beyond the worldly, yet without that unapproachable Immortal Aura.

She gave me the feeling of being the ultimate on earth.

Such an earthly marvel, no wonder she could give birth to Yu Longting, Yu Rongling, and Lin Xintang, her three children.

"Su Wan?? What are you standing there for? Hurry and save me." Realizing it was me, Qing Li’s eyes also briefly turned dull before she coldly rebuked me.

Then, I saw the vines slowly begin to wriggle, as the dormant suckers crept up and latched onto Qing Li’s impeccably delicate skin.