My Wife Might Be a Saintess-Chapter 72 - 71: The Feeling of Wanting What You Can’t Have

Chapter 72: Chapter 71: The Feeling of Wanting What You Can’t Have

Within the blaze, Witch Dan Xue screamed incessantly.

Everyone glanced at each other. ’Isn’t this a bit too cruel?’

Mo Yan’s face was filled with lingering fear. ’Good thing it wasn’t me who was disfigured, or I’d be teased to death.’

Chi Xue Child watched the fire, tsk-tsking. "Even though she’s a Demon Cultivator, and even though she’s a bit ugly, this is truly cruel. As expected of Demon Cultivators."

The fire died down, revealing Witch Dan Xue with her clothes in tatters and her face scorched black.

However, just then, a crack suddenly appeared on her scorched face.

With a CRACK, the charred surface shattered and crumbled away, falling to the ground.

Revealed underneath was an exquisitely flawless face.

For a moment, Chi Xue Child was stunned. She was gorgeous, every bit as beautiful as Liuyue Xue.

"What are you staring at, you creep."

After rebuking Chi Xue Child, Witch Dan Xue adjusted her clothes and began applying her makeup. Before long, she looked just as she had before.

It wasn’t that Chi Xue Child was mesmerized. The contrast was just too stark, and he had trouble processing it.

Jiang Zuo was also rather surprised. ’So that’s the so-called zombie makeup.’

Chi Xue Child asked Mo Yan in bewilderment, "What’s her goal with all that?"

Mo Yan shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe Demon Cultivators are just into that sort of thing."

Chi Xue Child was speechless.

’Isn’t she mocking me?’

Jiang Zuo didn’t pay them much mind. Of the four teams, two had lost their ability to fight, and another had been scared off.

No one else dared to try for the withered bone.

’With Mo Yan’s strength, she probably can’t get it.’

So, Jiang Zuo stepped forward. With a casual beckon of his hand, the withered bone flew to him.

"The Silent Death Bone. It’s a natural Magical Treasure nurtured in a Yin and Evil Land, suitable for a Tier Three cultivator.

A Tier Two can’t withstand its Yin and Evil energy, while for a Tier Four, it’s of little use.

Its attacks have a wide range but are too weak, making them basically ineffective against cultivators of the same tier, and unnecessary against those of a Low Tier. Simply put, it’s not worth the effort. It’s still just trash."

After explaining, Jiang Zuo pocketed the Silent Death Bone. ’This thing isn’t valuable, but it can be useful if applied in the right situation.’

Jiang Zuo had summoned the treasure so effortlessly that the others were still trying to process what had happened.

’Can you just take a treasure like that?’

Then, another treasure appeared—an herb.

The Baili Scholar, imitating Jiang Zuo, reached out his hand to summon the treasure.

However, no matter how he gestured, it was useless.

A light breeze drifted by, making the atmosphere a bit awkward. The scholar then started waving his hand at his own face as if fanning himself. "Ah, my fan is broken. It’s a little hot today."

Everyone was speechless.

"Baili Scholar, you’re so shameless," Mo Yan called out contemptuously.

"Fairy Mo Yan, you have the gall to say that to me?" Baili Scholar shot a cold look at Mo Yan.

Witch Dan Xue said with a pout, "What does our Fairy Mo Yan have to be embarrassed about?"

Mo Yan was furious. "You... You’re the Fairy! Please, call me Demon Cultivator Mo Yan."

Jiang Zuo and Chi Xue Child both felt a sense of resignation.

Ignoring them, Jiang Zuo waved his hand again, and the herb flew to him. "A Forget-me-not. It’s most famous as an ingredient for refining the Forgetfulness Pill. Unfortunately, the Elixir Formula has long been lost. Nowadays, a Forget-me-not is, at best, used to refresh the mind. It’s of little use. Still trash."

Once again, Jiang Zuo pocketed the item.

This left them all stunned. Jiang Zuo’s methods were clearly beyond their comprehension, yet he was plainly only a 1.3.

’Can a 1.3 really be this powerful?’

’And his breadth of knowledge is just immense, isn’t it?’

’Is he hiding his Cultivation? His age?’

’Unlikely. This Array has a mechanism for testing age.’

’Does that mean he spent all his time reading?’

’Is that why his Cultivation is so low?’

’If that’s really the case, then this person is a complete idiot.’ As Demon Cultivators, they utterly looked down on him.

Cultivation was the most urgent priority. Their elders had often taught them that a person’s time and energy are finite; to learn more, one must first live longer.

And this person clearly wouldn’t live long.

Mo Yan, however, didn’t think so. After all, in the group chat, Jiang Zuo was hailed as a master who advanced a minor realm every day.

Even though several days had passed and Jiang Zuo was still a 1.3, that didn’t stop them from believing it.

After Jiang Zuo put away the Forget-me-not, no more treasures appeared within the Array.

The Array began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye, and everyone knew the people behind it were responsible.

When the changes ceased, a voice rang out. "Kid, we admit you’re knowledgeable, and we admit you have some skill with Arrays. But those things aren’t the foundation; Cultivation is what’s essential.

This next item will make you understand that without sufficient Cultivation, all the knowledge and understanding in the world is useless.

Struggle all you want.

What we Demon Cultivators love most is watching someone desperately want something they can’t have.

Haha!"

Witch Dan Xue chimed in. "That’s right, that’s just how we Demon Cultivators are. If we don’t like you, we’ll mess with you. If we see you’re having a bad time, we’ll cheer. We’re not afraid of you being miserable—we’re afraid you won’t be miserable enough.

It’s your own fault for getting on our nerves."

Chi Xue Child looked at Mo Yan. "Are you like that too?"

Mo Yan laughed. "Of course not. We’re on the same side."

Chi Xue Child nodded. "No wonder. No wonder you were so eager to help with that Clothes Tomb..."

"Can you please read the room before bringing that up?" Mo Yan glared at Chi Xue Child.

’Jiang Zuo is right here! Isn’t he just asking for death?’

But Jiang Zuo had no time to worry about that. He was, however, somewhat interested in the current Four Symbols Square Array.

From their perspective, controlling the current Four Symbols Square Array required not only a deep understanding of Arrays but also a considerable level of Cultivation.

’Such ignorant thoughts,’ he mused.

’A bunch of fools who know nothing of true power. Still, if the item here is just more trash... ’

Jiang Zuo naturally had no intention of correcting their ignorant assumptions. Let them revel in their ignorance.

At that moment, a bead appeared in the very center of the Array.

It was a clear, translucent blue bead.

The moment he saw the bead, a faint smile touched the corners of Jiang Zuo’s lips. ’It seems it’s time to educate them on the nature of Arrays.’

Just then, the voice rang out again. "Kid, to whet your appetite for this treasure, I’ll make you a promise. If you can get that bead, I’m willing to trade you a Ninth-Grade Spirit Stone for it."

Everyone gasped. ’That bead is that valuable?’

’Ninth Grade! A real Ninth-Grade stone, not an Illusion Spirit Stone!’

Just then, the scar-faced man asked, "What about us?"

"The same goes for you. So long as you obtain it, no matter the method, you can exchange it with me."

At that moment, everyone was eager to try, yet they had no idea how to begin. The feeling was maddening.

This must be what it felt like to want something you couldn’t have. So close, yet so far away.

After composing himself, the Baili Scholar turned to Jiang Zuo. "Fellow Daoist, your skill with Arrays is profound. Surely you can obtain it? Why not give us a demonstration?"