Crimson Spider Poison

At this moment, Sikong Jing felt his entire body burning, every drop of blood boiling within him.

The pain on his face vanished in a flash.

It was immediately replaced by a surge of pleasant surprise; his shattered meridians were knitting and repairing themselves amidst the boiling blood, constructing brand-new pathways like a dense, intricate spiderweb.

As that drop of Blood of Ten Thousand Beasts flowed into his dantian, a brand-new dantian began to take shape.

His dantian resembled the skull of some unknown giant beast, shifting from faint to deep, from intangible to tangible, until it finally manifested in its entirety!

At this moment, the shrew had not yet noticed the changes in Sikong Jing. She continued to berate Su Yuexi: "If not you, then who else? The entire Su Clan knows you have a sickly husband to support now. If you dare say otherwise, do you believe I'll kill you?"

Grabbing Su Yuexi, she threw her to the ground and stepped on her face, grinding her heel down with force.

"Ugly freak, the second young lady of the Su Clan, ha ha..."

The shrew laughed wildly as she ground her large foot into her face. "If you want me to let this go, you can kneel down and beg me. I've never tasted the pleasure of having the master's daughter kneel and beg for mercy."

Pinned to the ground, Su Yuexi's expression was hidden by her veil, but the eyes exposed beneath showed unyielding resolve.

Kneel? Never!

Seeing this, the shrew laughed even more viciously: "You're quite stubborn, but I have plenty of ways to deal with you. I wonder what would happen if I sat my heavy rear end right on top of your sickly husband?"

Withdrawing her foot, the shrew's massive frame lumbered toward Sikong Jing on the straw mat.

Su Yuexi's face drained of all color. She scrambled up and cried out, "Please, don't hurt him! I'll kneel for you, just don't touch him!"

The shrew paused, then let out a shrill laugh: "The ugly freak is actually getting horny?"

"No wonder, it's not easy to find a man who wants you; of course you'd want to enjoy the pleasure you've never had in your life."

"But it's too late!"

As the words left her lips, the shrew reached the edge of the straw mat, ready to crush Sikong Jing with the weight of Mount Tai.

If Sikong Jing had remained in his previous weakened state, this impact would likely have cost him half his life. But at this moment, his dantian and meridians were fully restored, and his injuries were healed.

He snapped his eyes open, flames seemingly flickering within them.

A large, calloused hand shot out and gripped the shrew's throat, lifting her feet clean off the ground.

Sikong Jing asked coldly, "How do you want to die?"

Su Yuexi, who had been in a state of frantic anxiety and preparing to kneel, froze, staring at the scene before her in disbelief.

She didn't know when, but the husband whose name she didn't even know had stood up from the straw mat. He held the shrew high in the air, his posture more imposing than she could have imagined, his facial features sharp and defined, with not a trace of pallor left.

There was only coldness and dominance!

The shrew finally snapped out of her shock, filled with both terror and rage: "You sickly wretch, let me go, otherwise..."

Before she could finish, Sikong Jing interrupted heavily: "Was it this hand that just struck my wife?"

Gripping the shrew's right arm, Sikong Jing pulled with savage force.

The arm was torn clean off. As she screamed, Sikong Jing asked again: "Was it this foot that just stepped on my wife?"

With another hand-blade strike, the shrew's leg was severed cleanly, blood spraying wildly!

Once finished, Sikong Jing tossed her out the door and kicked her severed limbs after her. He turned his gaze back to Su Yuexi, who was still too stunned to speak, and asked gently, "Are you alright?"

"You, you..."

It was as if she were waking from a dream, but Su Yuexi still couldn't form a complete sentence.

"I am fine. Thank you for taking care of me these past few days." Sikong Jing was used to grand scenes; even though he had only just recovered his dantian and meridians, he felt no emotional turbulence in punishing a shrew.

The only thing he felt was a faint, lingering tenderness as he looked at Su Yuexi.

Suddenly, Sikong Jing asked, "Why would you kneel for me just now, even though you refused to kneel when she stepped on you?"

Having experienced the betrayal of blood, encountering someone who would defend him so fiercely left Sikong Jing deeply moved.

Su Yuexi's black veil stirred as she lowered her head and whispered, "You are my husband. Of course I cannot let you be insulted."

That single sentence left Sikong Jing stiff, an indescribable emotion welling up in his heart.

Yan Ruyu, who once swore eternal vows, had stripped him of everything, yet Su Yuexi, a chance acquaintance, was willing to suffer humiliation for his sake.

What a cruel irony.

Sikong Jing sighed, "Heaven has not abandoned me entirely."

He stepped in front of Su Yuexi.

Without hesitation, he lifted her veil, revealing a face that looked like a spiderweb, covered in dense, pitch-black spider-shaped moles that would make anyone recoil in disgust.

On her face, blood was still dripping from where the shrew had stepped on her.

"Ah? Don't look!" Su Yuexi reacted, frantically covering her face as she crouched down in shame.

But Sikong Jing pulled her hands away with firm strength.

He needed to examine her face to see if there was a way to treat it and determine the root cause.

Staring at her, the name of a certain poison flashed through Sikong Jing's mind, and he said coldly, "Crimson Spider Poison."