Chapter 161: Divine Consort Fairy

"I've already given you a chance; now even if you regret it, it's too late."

Mo Xiaohu muttered lowly, demonic breath surging around him.

Mo Xiaohu always gives the impression of being lively and cheerful, to the point that people forget he actually hails from Mo Yuan, raised by the Demon Race.

He rarely acts like this unless someone touches his reverse scale.

Ye Qingran is Mo Xiaohu's untouchable reverse scale!

Fu Chenzhen may be silent, but his aura is little better than Mo Xiaohu's. That cold, deep aura feels like a death god from Jiu You Diyu, as if the god's scythe hangs over fate's throat, ready to ruthlessly cut down at any moment!

The patrons of Yuelai Restaurant were terrified.

Just a moment ago they were two lively, lovable kids; how did they suddenly become such terrifying beings? Are they really ordinary people's children?

Amidst everyone's shocked gaze, Mo Xiaohu suddenly struck, firing a beam of dark energy from his hand toward Zhao Hao's abdomen!

Mo Xiaohu had originally aimed for the brow, a strike that would kill instantly, but he suddenly recalled how his mother had once saved him by kicking Zhao Hao in the lower abdomen, so he did the same.

Boom—

With a tremendous bang, the guards blocking Zhao Hao were all flung away by the huge force; the fierce strike landed directly on Zhao Hao's lower abdomen, emitting a dull thud before blood spattered everywhere!

The blood mist cleared, and everyone was now stunned speechless.

Seeing Zhao Hao's lower abdomen, where a man's root should be, it was already bloody and torn open!

Thinking of that, everyone felt a chill.

Zhao Hao, that thing, is ruined again!

Without a doubt!

Mo Xiaohu doesn't understand all this; he's merely imitating Ye Qingran. He frowned, dissatisfied, knowing that changing the attack spot wouldn't kill instantly!

"Ahhh!!!"

Zhao Hao froze for a second; when the pain washed over him, he stared wide-eyed, covered his groin, and let out a wail like ghosts crying and wolves howling!

"So noisy!"

Fu Chenzhen muttered in dissatisfaction, slowly raising his hand; the gleam flashing in his palm was chilling, actually brewing a deadly killing move!

Zhao Hao was now in so much pain he couldn't control himself, utterly unaware that the death god's scythe had already arrived before his eyes.

His guards, however, felt it.

Their horrified gazes fixed on the two masked children before them, who, though dressed in plain cloth, bore an exalted aura and profound strength.

Just who are these two children?

What terrifying existence have they provoked?

Fu Chenzhen's eyes sank as he raised his hand lightly, his demeanor aloft and arrogant. This five‑year‑old Little Lord of the Peak of Pursuing the Deer inherited his father lord's kingly aura, which, whenever it unintentionally showed, made people unable to help but submit and worship.

"Stop!"

A mighty shout rang like thunder, and at the same moment a figure flashed into Yuelai Restaurant, radiant and heavy‑aurored, barely managing to intercept the deadly strike aimed at Zhao Hao!

The crowd's heads swelled from the shout; after recovering and looking again, they saw the person standing before Zhao Hao: a square‑faced, clean‑shaven man with ordinary features—none other than the current Grand Master of Rites, Zhao Tian.

Although the Grand Master of Rites' post is not high, Zhao Tian's strength is formidable, and with his prime‑minister brother‑in‑law, he rises smoothly in the bureaucracy.

His only flaw is having produced an unworthy son!

But this cannot be wholly blamed on Zhao Hao; given his conduct, the Zhao couple bear inescapable responsibility.

"What are you standing there for? Quickly summon a physician!"

Zhao Tian quickly examined Zhao Hao; seeing his shattered lower abdomen, his killing intent surged like a rising tide, instantly fierce. Worried about endangering his life, he could only temporarily suppress his anger, using mysterious force to staunch the bleeding and treat the wound, ensuring the injury would not worsen.

After handling it, he then rose and glared angrily at Mo Xiaohu and Fu Chenzhen.

"Two ruthless little brats, today I will make you pay blood for blood!" Zhao Tian seethed with hatred. The detained physician had not yet arrived, but he already knew his son Zhao Hao's vital part was ruined! And completely ruined!

Intense hatred welled out, transforming into shocking killing intent.

Killing intent surged; inside the restaurant, everyone tensed, faces full of shock. Yet the two children stood there, spines straight, seemingly unmoved by Zhao Tian's aura.

It's over, over; these two kids are doomed!

Everyone thought that, as Zhao Tian's attack loomed, before Mo Xiaohu and Fu Chenzhen could act, a surge of energy shot in from outside, intercepting Zhao Tian; to avoid it, he twisted and retreated backward.

Zhao Tian, originally furious, was now beyond rage: "Who is it?!"

"I don't know what crime these two children have committed, Lord Zhao, to consign them to death?"

A clear, melodious voice came from outside the restaurant, like a lotus weeping dew. As the voice faded, a white corner of cloth appeared on the restaurant's threshold.

Everyone's breath caught slightly.

Before seeing the person, the voice was heard first—melodious and moving, extremely pleasant; surely its owner must be an unparalleled beauty.

As that person approached the restaurant, gasps rose and fell.

In those eyes, a dazzling astonishment shone rich and bright, already explaining everything.

Behold the woman in a white dress, her bearing simple and elegant, her visage peerless; she moved with lotus steps, graceful as a startled swan, agile as a swimming dragon—truly like a divine consort fairy.

"Beautiful mother?!" Mo Xiaohu's brow jumped, his eyes widened, and he silently thought, "Not good."

"Oh no!" Fu Chenzhen hurriedly lowered his head, even turning his body toward the direction where Ye Qingran was carried on his back.

Most likely they felt guilty for their wrongdoing, so Mo Xiaohu and Fu Chenzhen did not call out happily "Mother" as usual and throw themselves into her arms.

Many diners were present, but few had seen Ye Qingran herself.

Consequently, many who saw Ye Qingran wondered which noble house this heaven‑shaking beauty came from, why they had never seen her before.

Just because others haven't seen her doesn't mean Zhao Tian hasn't.

"Ye Qingran, it's you!" his tone both shocked and angry.

Ye Qingran?!

Hearing Zhao Tian call Ye Qingran's name, everyone's faces showed shock.

This heavenly‑beauty, like a Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady descended to the mortal realm, is actually Ye Qingran?