"Mutual destruction? Perfect, I've grown tired of living anyway. Before I die, a woman like you and your demon spawn will make fine companions in the Underworld." Zhang Shuying stood up, brushed the dust off his long robe, and walked towards me step by step.
Leaning against the corner of the wall, I bit my lip hard, muttering an incantation under my breath, "I call upon The Three Pure Ones, the Three Treasures, the three reflections of the Heavenly Venerable, Lord Lao Zi... the Five Stars and Twenty-Eight Constellations... Hear my call a thousand times over..."
"Damn it, Sect Master, don't go there, this is Mysterious Heavenly Thunder, that woman's gone mad," the white-haired elder yelled frantically.
The Bearded Man was also anxiously pacing in circles, "Third Master Zhang, don't risk your own life for a madwoman."
Beichen, Yu Rongling, and Immortal Liu all had a murderous intent glinting in their eyes as they stared intently in my direction.
Zhang Shuying suddenly crouched down, touched the talisman I had drawn, and sniffed it, "This smell..."
"What?" I was just half a sentence away from unleashing the Mystic Thunder.
Zhang Shuying scrutinized me for a moment and then cursed, "Are you actually from the Lin Family or the Su Family..."
"I have blood from both families." I was taken aback that he could actually smell the Lin Family's blood; my heart was pounding uncontrollably, unable to predict his next move.
I had calculated in advance that drawing the Mystic Thunder was the step to take.
According to my plan, at this point, Zhang Shuying was supposed to compromise.
But now, I was not sure.
How could I possibly go to my death willingly? I am Dumpling's mother; I must strive to live for his sake, if nothing else.
If Zhang Shuying didn't play by the rules, then it was all over...
"Fine, I'll consider that you are from Lin Family and you're pretty. Let's do it your way. I'd rather watch Yun Hao die right here," he said.
Zhang Shuying got up, walked back to his seat with his hands on his hips and sat down, "You two check how much time Yun Hao has left."
"Sect Master, ten minutes left," said the white-haired elder.
"Start the timer, Yun Hao, do you feel like you're starting to float now? All your meridians are blocked, and your spiritual power can't flow... and your Chest also feels bloated and painful..." Zhang Shuying looked down with a malicious pleasure at the battered Yun Hao.
Yun Hao's face was emotionless, "Still wet behind the ears."
"Keep cursing, I won't get provoked and kill you ahead of time. I just want to watch you die in agony," Zhang Shuying said, digging in his ear, and then found a clock on the wall to amuse himself by watching it intently.
The second hand had just made two rotations.
All of a sudden, Zhang Shuying sprang up from his chair, "Damn it, where's Yun Hao's snake?"
"Right, Yun Hao... how come he's not here..."
"Damn, he didn't run away, did he? He can't move with injuries like that."
...
Zhang Shuying was furious, glaring at me: "Spirit Eye Girl, what tricks are you playing? Do you really want me to send my men to 'entertain' you?"
"You try 'entertaining' me with one," I replied, the snake eggs inside the net against my chest burning hot.
With no other choice, I had to take off the net.
In the attic, barely audible, the sound of eggshells cracking could be heard.
Zhang Shuying narrowed his eyes, "What's that in your hand?"
"A grenade? Wanna try it out?" I rolled the egg out.
Zhang Shuying, ever arrogant and domineering, saw the egg rolling towards his feet.
He cautiously dodged it, however.
Just as he ducked, the eggshell, riddled with tiny cracks, broke open.
A pure white light burst forth, and a small snake wriggled out.
The snake was especially tiny... not even as thick as my finger...
But it transformed into a cold-faced... little lad!
The little lad, with deep and profound eyes, suddenly produced a long sword and stabbed at Zhang Shuying, "You only dare to bully me when I'm without my snake form, cycle of the Heavenly Dao! Accept your death!!"