Five Dragons Suppress the Heavens

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Skanda statue suddenly blazed with golden light, breaking free of the primordial energy dragon-serpents' restraints and leaping toward that golden radiance.

Ling Qing looked over and saw the golden light fade away, revealing a bedraggled monk.

It was Daoji.

"Since when did a monk start standing up for demons?" Ling Qing asked with a smile.

"Could it be that this demon is raised by you?"

Daoji looked at Huang Shunu, who was caught in the Skanda statue's hand and had transformed into a three-foot-long weasel.

Grinning, he said to Ling Qing, "She is a living creature in her own right. She merely made a few mistakes. Why must you, Daoist, insist on taking her life?"

"When was it this poor Daoist who wanted her life?

Clearly, she was the one who came to take Fellow Daoist Liu's life." Ling Qing said with a smile. "Fortunately, Fellow Daoist Liu was blessed with great fortune and possessed profound cultivation.

Not only did he preserve his life, he even subdued her.

Who would have known that this demon was raised by the monk? It seems we have spoiled your good deed."

The Zhou Manor servants standing nearby had already been left utterly bewildered by this succession of changes.

Now, upon hearing Ling Qing's words, they could not help but look warily at Daoji.

Huang Shunu, caught in the Skanda statue's hand, recovered her senses and struggled as she pleaded, "Master, save me.

Young Master Zhou has fallen ill from longing. I had merely wished to save him, which was why I changed my form to counsel him. I truly never meant him harm.

I beg you, Master, save my life. I will never dare do it again."

Hearing a huge weasel speak and beg a monk for help only