Chapter 58 This is different from what I was taught in the past

"No, I won't go. Didn't the two of us take a vow long ago? Even if we die, we die together!"

A flash of resolute determination crossed the Poisonous Lady's eyes. She abruptly spun around and unleashed her unique, signature demon venom directly at Yang Qingyuan in mid-air.

"My wife... cough, cough!"

The Poisonous Scholar wanted to warn her that the Taoist priest seemed to possess some sort of protective magical treasure capable of countering their demon venom.

Before the words could leave his mouth, a surge of fresh blood forced him to swallow his warning.

Yang Qingyuan swept his gaze across the surrounding toxic miasma. The poison mist released earlier by the Poisonous Scholar had not yet fully dissipated, and now the Poisonous Lady had added her own venom to the mix.

He personally didn't mind; this level of demon venom could not scratch him in the slightest.

However, if all this poisonous fog were to spread out unchecked, a radius of a hundred miles would likely become completely uninhabitable for humans.

With this thought in mind, Yang Qingyuan reversed his grip on his spear, his figure flashing as he swept down a single blow toward the Poisonous Lady below.

Bang!

Yang Qingyuan's speed was simply too fast. The Poisonous Lady could not even track his movements before she was swept backward by a single strike, crashing heavily beside the Poisonous Scholar.

"Wife!"

Enduring the agonizing pain of his heavily damaged internal organs, the Poisonous Scholar struggled to pick up the fallen Poisonous Lady.

"Immortal Master, capturing those humans and building this Star-Plucking Tower were entirely my ideas. I have no regrets in death. But my wife is innocent. I beg the Immortal Master, in light of the fact that we two have never wantonly slaughtered the innocent, to spare my wife's life!"

With that, the Poisonous Scholar dropped straight to his knees, kowtowing before Yang Qingyuan.

Yang Qingyuan put away his Asura Spear, then spoke in a cold voice, "I can spare both your lives, but first, you must take back all the toxic smoke you just released."

The Poisonous Scholar was slightly startled, clearly not expecting Yang Qingyuan's condition to be so simple.

He was the one who had released the poisonous smoke; recalling it was naturally a simple matter.

"Understood, Immortal Master! I will go and gather the poison miasma right now!"

"You may go, but your wife must stay behind."

"This..."

The Poisonous Scholar gritted his teeth. After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately turned around and departed without looking back.

"You're just letting him go like that? That demon king is severely injured. If he takes this chance to flee, finding him again won't be so easy."

After the Poisonous Scholar left, Wangquan Boye wearing his doll-faced mask, slowly materialized in the sky, stepping on a flying sword.

"He will come back."

"For his wife?"

"Yes."

Yang Qingyuan nodded with a smile.

"You trust that demon king just like that?"

"No, what I trust is the unyielding, death-defying love between the two of them."

Saying this, Yang Qingyuan lowered his gaze to look at the Poisonous Lady on the ground.

"Of course, if I misjudged them and the demon king chooses to leave and never return, I'll simply refine his wife into a golden elixir."

"..."

Wangquan Boye shook his head.

Call him cruel, yet he truly spared the lives of these two demon kings.

Call him merciful, yet this guy could say such chilling words with a smile...

Sigh, among all the brothers and sisters of the Mask organization, this fellow is probably the one I can see through the least.

"What about the humans the demon king captured earlier?"

"Over there. I just casually tossed them down."

With that, Yang Qingyuan gestured behind himself with his thumb.

Hearing this, Wangquan Boye immediately shouted aloud toward the sky, "Miss, it seems this demon king has been dealt with by my friend. Your sister and servants are right over there. Please feel free to see to them."

Just as his voice faded, a beautiful woman dressed in a flowing green dress, radiating an air of classical elegance, slowly descended from the sky.

Dongfang Huaizhu, the eldest lady of the Divine Fire Manor and the future mother of the Taoist weapon-human Wangquan Fugui.

"Many thanks to the two young masters for your timely assistance. Huaizhu will certainly find a way to repay this immense kindness in the future."

"You flatter us, Miss. It was merely a trifling matter."

Yang Qingyuan smiled slightly, then turned his gaze back to Wangquan Boye.

"Well then, are you going to accompany this young lady to rescue people, or stay here with me to wait for the demon king?"

"I'll stay and wait with you a while. I actually want to see if these two can truly remain faithful to each other through life and death."

Saying this, Wangquan Boye turned his head and smiled at Dongfang Huaizhu.

"My apologies, Miss. Since the monsters have been eliminated, I will not accompany you any further."

"Very well."

Dongfang Huaizhu nodded. Out of deep concern for her younger sister Dongfang Qinlan's safety, she quickly flew off in the direction Yang Qingyuan had indicated earlier.

Once Dongfang Huaizhu had departed, Yang Qingyuan dropped his previous cold demeanor, his eyes instantly brimming with teasing amusement.

"Just now, Little Zui tried to use a Thousand-Li Tracking Talisman to sense your location, but it was manually cut off halfway. Was that your doing?"

"Cough, cough. Just now, it was slightly inconvenient."

Wangquan Boye coughed twice, unusually embarrassed.

"Inconvenient? What? Afraid we'd come over and disturb the two of you enjoying your private world?" Yang Qingyuan bantered.

"What private world... Wait, you recognized her too?"

"I'm not blind. That divine fire mark between the young lady's brows—isn't that precisely the symbol of the Dongfang family from the Divine Fire Manor?"

"Ah, you're right. I heard that the current generation of the Dongfang family has no sons, only two sisters. Seeing her today, Miss Huaizhu's spiritual power..."

"Is weak, right?"

Wangquan Boye didn't speak, which tacitly confirmed it.

Perhaps Dongfang Huaizhu's spiritual power was indeed higher than that of ordinary clan disciples, but in the eyes of top-tier second-generation heirs like Wangquan Boye, it was still lacking.

He wasn't judging Dongfang Huaizhu's cultivation harshly; he simply felt a sense of quiet pity.

The Divine Fire Manor, which had been flourishing in recent years, would probably truly find itself without a successor once Manor Lord Dongfang Guyue passed away...

"Forget it, let's not dwell on that. It's been quite a while, and that demon king still hasn't returned. Could it be..."

"Immortal Master..."

Just as Wangquan Boye was speaking, in the distance, the Poisonous Scholar dragged his wounded body forward, leaving a trail of bloody footprints with every step.

"I have already... gathered all the toxic smoke back. I beg the Immortal Master to spare... my wife's life."

Thud!!

The moment the Poisonous Scholar finished speaking, he completely lost consciousness and collapsed headfirst onto the ground.

"Husband!!!"

The Poisonous Lady cried out in agonizing grief, rushing forward to check the Poisonous Scholar's injuries.

"It seems that under severe injuries, he forcibly drove his demon power, worsening his condition even further."

A complex look flickered in Wangquan Boye's eyes. With his experience, he could tell at a glance that the Poisonous Scholar had cast aside even his life to fulfill Yang Qingyuan's task and save his wife.

"Love reaching this extent is rarer than anything in the human world. This seems... different from what I was taught in the past..."

"What you get from books is always superficial; to truly understand it, you must experience it yourself. I don't deny the chaos of this world, but the more chaotic the times, the more clearly one can see the genuine hearts of both humans and demons."

"Indeed. That is precisely why I founded the Mask and brought my brothers out into the world..."