Chapter 56: With a physique like this, if refined into a Golden Core, it would surely melt in your mouth!

Realizing that this might heavily involve Wangquan Boye's "lifelong happiness," Yang Qingyuan did not immediately choose to take action. Instead, he first concealed his aura and decided to observe the situation for a bit.

Right at that moment, a ravishing and voluptuous woman dressed in a fiery red bridal gown slowly walked out from below.

"Where is your king?"

"Reporting to the mistress, the king said that the subsequent crucial parts of the Star-Plucking Tower still require a few humans with magical power to assist, so he went out shortly ago to capture some humans."

"Is that so..."

A flash of tenderness crossed the red-robed woman's eyes as she looked up at the towering Star-Plucking Tower before her.

She had never expected that a mere casual remark of hers—expressing a desire to get a closer look at the stars in the sky—would prompt her husband to immediately have this Star-Plucking Tower built for her.

The sensation of being cherished and held in the palm of her beloved's hand instantly filled the red-robed woman's heart with sweetness.

"Mistress, you should go back inside first. The king said he wants to give you a surprise after the Star-Plucking Tower is completed."

"Mm."

The red-robed woman nodded, and then, trailing her long bridal gown with a sway of her graceful figure, she disappeared before the eyes of the various demons.

Up in the sky, Yang Qingyuan, who had been secretly observing all this, could not help but rub his nose and nod.

Well, it really is Poison Lady without a doubt...

With a figure like that, refining her into a Golden Elixir would surely make her melt in your mouth!

In that case, it really became a bit difficult for him to make a move.

As the saying goes, it is better to demolish ten temples than to wreck a single marriage.

Should he inadvertently ruin the destined affinity between Wangquan Boye and Dongfang Huaizhu, his transgression would be enormous.

Thinking of this, Yang Qingyuan intended to just turn around and leave.

Yet at that very moment, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from below.

"Hey! Listen up, you little demons down here! This evil-punishing envoy is right here. If you know what's good for you, hurry up and let all these human beings go, or else—"

Just as the voice trailed off, accompanied by a sudden surge of astonishing cold qi, the little demon who had just been whipping the old man was instantly frozen into an ice cube.

The moment he heard that voice, Yang Qingyuan stumbled heavily in mid-air.

"No way..."

Yang Qingyuan turned his head to look, only to see a little fox demon below wearing a wooden mask covered in chaotic, talisman-like graffiti. She currently had a wine gourd strapped to her back that was even taller than she was, shouting with matchless arrogance.

This "wonderfully peculiar" style of mask, coupled with that wine gourd, left no room for doubt—it was definitely Tushan Yaya!

Seeing this scene, Yang Qingyuan instantly covered his face with his hand.

How on earth did this formidable young miss manage to track him down all the way here?

He neither cared about how Tushan Yaya had broken through the exterior poisonous barrier to get in, nor doubted for a moment whether her strength was sufficient to wipe out the demons here.

The problem was, if she went ahead and wiped out all the demons, what would happen to Wangquan Boye?

If this couple's fate was accidentally ruined by his meddling, he would truly harbor lingering regrets for a very long time.

At this thought, Yang Qingyuan immediately fished a mask out from his robes and put it on. Abandoning his concealment, he flashed through the air and arrived right beside Tushan Yaya.

The sudden appearance startled Tushan Yaya, and instinctively, without a second thought, she threw a punch at him.

Bang!

Yang Qingyuan reached out and caught the punch. The shockwave generated by the clash of the two instantly blew all the little demons who were just about to charge forward sprawling onto the ground.

"Oh, it's you?"

After getting a clear look at the newcomer, Tushan Yaya paused in surprise.

She recognized this mask; Yang Qingyuan had worn it right in front of her back in Huangfeng City.

"The evil-punishing envoy, right? Come with me for a second."

Without another word, Yang Qingyuan grabbed Tushan Yaya's wrist and, leaving no room for argument, dragged her straight toward the poisonous barrier in the sky.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Tushan Yaya tried to struggle, but Yang Qingyuan's grip felt like an iron clamp, completely impossible to break free from.

Seeing that they were about to crash into the poisonous barrier, Tushan Yaya had no choice but to hurriedly shield herself with cold qi first.

Yang Qingyuan glanced sideways at Tushan Yaya, then continuously changed hand seals with his fingertips.

The next second, a sudden bolt of lightning tore through the sky, piercing straight through the poisonous barrier and forcibly blasting open a passable corridor.

The little demons below widened their eyes at the sight, too terrified by the sheer might of that lightning bolt to dare give chase.

And just like that, Yang Qingyuan brought Tushan Yaya breaking out of the poisonous barrier.

"Qingyuan!"

The instant Yang Qingyuan emerged from the barrier, Wangquan Zui, who had been waiting outside all along, greeted him with a joyful expression.

However, upon seeing that Yang Qingyuan was currently holding onto Tushan Yaya's arm, Wangquan Zui's smiling expression instantly froze.

She recognized that gourd; wasn't it none other than Tushan's Second Mistress—Tushan Yaya, who had fought fiercely against her back at Huangfeng Ridge?

"Ahem!"

Wangquan Zui offered a soft cough, while her gaze drifted intentionally or unintentionally toward Yang Qingyuan's hand.

Noticing Wangquan Zui's gaze, Yang Qingyuan immediately let go of Tushan Yaya.

"Hey! Why did you drag me away just now? Those demons were clearly bullying ordinary mortals who have no magical power at all. Why didn't you let me teach them a lesson?"

"Ordinary mortals? You mean there are humans trapped beneath this poisonous barrier?" Wangquan Zui frowned.

"Yeah, that bunch of demons was just forcing them to move stones." Tushan Yaya nodded with a displeased look.

"The ones capturing these humans as corvee laborers aren't those little demons, but their king. If you strike now, you'll only startle the snake in the grass."

Yang Qingyuan had no choice but to hastily fabricate an excuse.

"So what if he's a demon king? When he comes back, I'll beat him up just the same!"

"The demon king isn't even around right now; he just went out. We should gather our forces, wait for him to return, and then wipe them all out in one fell swoop. That would be a far more permanent solution.

What if the demon king finds out his home has been uprooted by you and ends up fleeing in a panic out of fear? Wouldn't things become terribly troublesome then?"

To be able to come up with such a seamless explanation in such a short amount of time made Yang Qingyuan feel that, sometimes, he really wanted to pat himself on the back!

"Oh, I suppose that makes sense..."

Tushan Yaya nodded in realization, without pondering whether these words actually held any logic.

After all, as far as she was concerned, back in Tushan, leaving the thinking to Tushan Rongrong had always been enough; all she ever needed to do was throw punches.

Unlike Tushan Yaya, Wangquan Zui quickly discovered the loopholes in Yang Qingyuan's words after listening to them.

Given her understanding of Yang Qingyuan, he had always been decisive and swift in everything he did—if he wanted to fight, he fought. When had he ever hesitated and looked before and behind like this?

Besides, if someone's home was uprooted, wouldn't a normal person's first instinct be to rush back and see for themselves?

How could anyone possibly turn tail and bolt without a second word?

Something was fishy—twelve parts out of ten, something was extremely fishy...