Mo Tianliao raised his hand slightly, and a stream of light fell from the vault of heaven and directly cleaved onto Feng Su’s head.
“Ahhh!” Feng Su cried out in fear, and scrambled aside in a panic. Another vortex of light surrounded her, as if to cleave her into two halves. Feng Su quickly removed a golden hairpin with a needlepoint end from her head full of double ended golden hairpins, and it rapidly increased in size. She wedged the hairpin in between the continuous tightening circle of light, and with a breaking sound, cast aside the hairpin together with the circle of light, throwing herself to the ground in evasion. Due to her urgency, the momentum caused her to tumble around after hitting the ground.
With a snapping sound the enlarged golden hairpin split into two.
Feng Su righted herself and got up from the ground then patted the dust off her skirt: “Tsk tsk, even after all these years, you haven’t learned to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.”
“Can you be considered fragrant or are you a piece of jade?” Mo Tianliao raised his chin, and a servant swiftly came forward to retrieve both halves of the broken hairpin and passed it to him.
“Hey, that treasure belongs to me!” Feng Su stomped her feet and stretched out her hands to grab.
Mo Tianliao tapped his foot lightly, causing one of the floor tiles to disappear and revealing the scorchingly hot Duantian Heavenly Fire blazing in the ground. Just as Feng Su pounced, the three-foot-long “golden hairpin” slipped from Mo Tianliao’s hand and fell directly into the furnace.
“Duantian!” Feng Su raised her hand to attack, but Mo Tianliao dodged, moving sideways and pushing her, seemingly intending to throw her into the Duantian Heavenly Fire together with the hairpin. Frightening Feng Su so much that she somersaulted mid-air and hastily retreated a few steps.
“This lady here is a soft and gentle female!” Feng Su placed a hand on her hip and waved a handkerchief with her other hand.
Mo Tianliao glanced at her, felt a tad disgusted, then turned to leave.
Feng Su couldn’t be bothered to nitpick with him, and followed him into the main hall, lounging in a seat next to the throne in a seductive manner. She placed a hand under her chin, and draped her body against the armrest of the throne: “You let me in at such a late hour, and this is how you treat me?”
Earlier when he was speaking with the steward, he had perceived Feng Su’s spiritual aura at the main entrance, Mo Tianliao whether intentionally or unintentionally, let her in, coincidentally allowing Feng Su to witness the scene of him killing the old subordinate.
“I may have allowed you to enter, but have not let you to act as you please.” Mo Tianliao said expressionlessly.
The restriction against flying within the Duantian Mo Palace was something that the entire Demonic Path was aware of, due to the Great Mountain Ward Array being powerful to the point that as long as Mo Tianliao used his divine sense, he would be able to cleave someone apart in as many pieces as he chose.
“You are still as unfeeling as ever.” Feng Su looked downwards, her long eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyes.
Mo Tianliao sipped his wine impeccably and ignored her.
Feng Su was undoubtedly a great beauty, her looks were very alluring, unlike the elegance and refined beauty of the Righteous Path female cultivators. She was like a lick of searing flame, irresistibly beguiling and enchanting, becoming the object of admiration of innumerable demonic path cultivators. Mo Tianliao, who understood her nature, was unmoved, not to mention that now after faced with Qingtong’s unparalleled beauty, he only found it distasteful.
“Don’t give me this nonsense,” Mo Tianliao drained the wine in his cup, “Spit it out, what’s the matter?”
When Feng Su saw his unmoving resolve, she curled her lips into a pout. This Duantian, was now revived but still retained his previous unpleasant manner. His every action had a motive, his letting her in was to warn her against trying her luck like Demon Venerable Chi Xiang, fortunately, she had always been sharp-witted and had not brought along her subordinates.
“We’ve not met for hundreds of years. You don’t even want to catch up?” Feng Su raised her hand, and a three-fingers long hairpin darted out from her Dantian into the palm of her hand . The hairpin was pitch-black and very simple in its construction, elongating into a five-foot long walking cane in her hand.
The cane was very dark and its surface was uneven. The top was slightly hooked and shaped to be grasped comfortably. Feng Su held on to the handle and thumped the cane onto the ground, making a crisp “bang” sound as it hit the floor. The slightly curved shape resembled an old lady’s walking stick.
This was Demon Venerable Feng Su’s natal spiritual weapon “Dark Clouds Gale Hairpin”, although this thing looked lightweight, its weight exceeded a thousand pounds. Although Feng Su looked delicate and weak, she was in actuality, incredibly powerful. When she had commissioned Duantian at the time, she had wanted a gorgeous hairpin, in order to deceive unknowing cultivators. In the end, Mo Tianliao had indeed created a hairpin, but it was hideous. It stood out like a sore thumb amongst her head full of gorgeous pearl hairpins. It was obviously a weapon at first glance, hence she had no choice but to conceal it within her Dantian.
Mo Tianliao spared a glance at the spiritual weapon: “It’s cracked?” The body of the cane was pitted with innumerable small holes, and due to the damage on the body, the inset arrays were somewhat unstable.
“If it was merely cracked, I wouldn’t have had to look for you, would I?” Feng Su rolled her eyes ungraciously. “Recently, the Gale Array has been incomplete. It can only exert half of the previous effectiveness and is not always within my control.” She was a dual spiritual root of water and wood, and this Dark Cloud Gale Hairpin was specially commissioned for her use from Mo Tianliao, which would allow her to also control the other two spiritual powers of wood and fire in order to perform an extremely powerful technique called “Return of the Gale.”
A few years ago, she had quarrelled with Ming Yan, who smacked at her, cracking her cane. If it had been an ordinary spiritual weapon which was damaged, it could be restored after being nourished in the Dantian for a time, but this would not work for her cane, because at that time Duantian clearly warned her that several of the arrays that she insisted on adding, were very intricate, if they were damaged it would affect the effectiveness of the array, and in the event that this occurred, she should look for him to repair it in a timely manner.
However, due to Duantian’s death, and she was unconvinced of his words, she went to another craftsman for the repair. As a result, the more it was repaired, the worse the damage became, effectively crippling the power of the cane –initially the problem had only been that the cane was unable to shrink in size, but after the repair even the Gale Array ceased to function properly. She was so enraged that she killed the craftsman with one strike. Upon the news of the Demon Lord Duantian’s return, she immediately came to call on him
“Which useless good-for-nothing touched it?” Mo Tianliao glanced the cane over as he received it and sneered, “It’s basically been scrapped. If you want me to repair it, it has to go back to the furnace to be rebuilt. The price will be the same as before.”
“Back to the furnace?” Feng Su sighed, caressed her cane, turned her teary gaze on Mo Tianliao, and slowly moved closer to him, and whispered, “For the sake of our long friendship, wouldn’t you give me a discount? Cheaper price.”
The two figures were so close that they looked like they were kissing from the side.
Qingtong, who had sufficient sleep, came over in search of Mo Tianliao, yawned daintily, and came across this scene as he walked around the pillar.
He did not deliberately suppress his breath, and the two on the throne turned their heads at the same time.
Qingtong was wearing a beautiful snow-colored loose sleeved dress and a loosely draped shark silken gauze covering. As he had just awoken, the corners of his eyes still bore the red marks from last night, turning that pair of cold beautiful eyes into peach blossom eyes. That bright and beautiful visage like a peach blossom, his cool look and impeccable temperament, coupled with that delicate and flawless face… just looking upon it would take one’s breath away.
“You’re awake.” Mo Tianliao tossed away the cane in his hand and walked over quickly to block Qingtong from Feng Su’s sight.
Qingtong pursed his lips, glanced at Feng Su who was sitting by the throne, and was silent.
Mo Tianliao embraced his waist and whispered: “Is there anywhere uncomfortable? Are you hungry?”
Qingtong leaned over and sniffed at Mo Tianliao’s face. There was no smell of that woman on him, only a faint woody fragrance. He pushed Mo Tianliao away, walking straight up to the throne, swung his sleeves and sat down.
He remembered that when he was young, this woman had often visited Mo Tianliao to repair her spiritual weapons. Once when Mo Tianliao had left for the crafting room, Qingtong had fallen asleep and got left behind, and he was discovered by that woman.
“Yo, precious little one, are you sleeping here by yourself?” Long fingernails painted with red, stroked him. The kitten had angrily puffed himself into a ball of fur and clawed at her.
At that time, this woman had tried to bribe him with a bag of little dried fish, but the cat who was used to eating fresh cold spring fish was not buying it.
“Hey, I will be able to pet you once I marry Duantian,” Feng Su held her chin and looked at him, “I have never seen a more beautiful creature.
The little cat only remembered the sentence “I will be able to pet you once I marry Duantian”.
He wasn’t sure whether it was for fear of the long bright red nails or the way she phrased it, but that sentence had since become indelible from his mind.
Mo Tianliao quickly followed over and sat down together with his cat. He coughed softly and said, “It won’t be any cheaper because I need to reforge it in the furnace.
Feng Su waved her hand dismissively: “Alright, alright, I get it. Quickly go and repair it.” She removed a storage bag from her storage bracelet and tossed it to Mo Tianliao, then resumed staring at the cold beauty.
Feng Su’s eyes never left Qingtong after he entered the hall. She had an appreciation for handsome men all her life, and while the Feng Su Mo Palace was similar to the former Duantian Mo Palace in that there were beautiful young people everywhere, she always liked to run towards Duantian Mo Palace purely because Duantian was really too handsome.
However, the beauties she had seen previously were incomparable to the magnificence of the beauty before her now.
Mo Tianliao’s expression became very gloomy.
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Mini Theater:
“The Rival in Love is Terrible”
Master: Stay away from my slow witted dog
Feng Su: If you let me pet you, I’ll stay away from him.