How could a normal human possibly bleed blue liquid?!

The crowd gasped in shock, exclaiming: "A human-like puppet? Elder Di’s wife is actually a puppet?!"

Di Lianggong paid no mind to the astonishment of others, his eyes filled with anger and heartache as he looked at his wife: "Fangru! How could they do this to my Fangru!"

Huo Fangru feebly extended a weak arm towards Di Lianggong, her gaze sorrowful, softly murmuring: "Husband..."

Di Lianggong could no longer bear it, his temple veins pulsed fiercely, trembling with anger.

He roared furiously, his eyes blood-red, as spiritual power surged violently from his body.

In an instant, an orange-red light condensed between his palms, quickly forming a longsword; in his wrath, his movement technique was fully utilized.

His speed left only a fleeting shadow in the air, even the surrounding elders could not react in time to stop him as he charged towards the grand hall.

The sword tip aimed sharply at the center of Fang Geyu’s brow.

Fang Geyu stood with sword in hand, leisurely raising her deep, dark eyes, the dark pupils as fathomless as an ancient well.

As if it were another untouchable abyssal night.

She showed no stance of defense or resistance, doing absolutely nothing, but under that inhuman gaze.

Di Lianggong’s heart skipped a beat, as if chilled by a block of ice.

The sword tip he had thrust for the kill abruptly halted, not even grazing a fraction of Fang Geyu’s skin.

"Elder Di! How dare you! Are you trying to commit treason?!"

The remaining six elders in the hall became flustered, for if Fang Geyu were to die at Elder Di’s hand today.

Not to mention, City Lord Fang You would never forgive them, and her Golden Immortal grandfather behind her would likely hold them accountable as well!

Di Lianggong had been blinded by rage, but now that he was calm, he suddenly realized just how absurd his actions had been.

But his wife was under Fang Geyu’s control, and the secret that she was a mechanical puppet had already been exposed, violating Shifang City’s greatest taboo.

If he retreated today, even though he might protect himself due to his honored elder status, Huo Fangru would undoubtedly not be spared.

It would be better to go all out! Take down Fang Geyu, fight out of Shifang City, no matter where heaven and earth take him.

He was determined to protect his wife, never to repeat the same mistake again!

Di Lianggong’s gaze was suddenly ruthless, a murderous glint revealed, as he thrust his longsword horizontally towards Fang Geyu’s slender neck.

"Foolish." Fang Geyu lowered her eyes, quietly uttering the two words.

As her voice fell, a golden spirit arrow, about two meters long, suddenly shot from her rear right side.

The arrow wrapped in spiritual power collided with Di Lianggong’s sword tip, slicing through the longsword like a blade cutting paper.

The force of the golden spirit arrow continued unabated, effortlessly piercing through Di Lianggong’s defenses, driving straight through his chest.

Di Lianggong, seemingly overwhelmed by an irresistible force, flew backward heavily, pinned fiercely by that golden arrow onto a hall pillar.

The golden arrow’s end rapidly sprouted fine, sharp brambles, constricting his limbs and body tightly like chains.

Di Lianggong let out a harrowing scream, evidently in extreme pain, without even the strength to struggle, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He weakly raised his gaze.

Only to see a tall figure emerge unhurriedly from the right rear of the great hall.

That man’s face was full of crisscrossing scars, yet it did nothing to diminish his imposing and heroic presence.

The crowd below the hall slowly knelt, reverently saying: "Greetings, Steward Official."

Shifang City had seven elders, each elder had seven deans under them, all truly the nobility holding tremendous power in Shifang City.

However, all their combined authority paled in comparison to the man before them.

The Steward of Shifang City, whose power was even above the two young masters and one young lady of the Fang Family.

Steward Fang Chi, the City Lord’s full brother, a dual cultivation genius unparalleled in the world.

Even Fang Geyu’s Golden Immortal grandfather, known for his arrogance, had given him rare praise and recognition several times.

If it wasn’t for the marriage agreement between Shifang City and Lord Xue being made with the Fang Family’s eldest brother, the current master of Shifang City might not be Fang You.

As the man appeared in the hall, everyone retracted their aggressiveness, falling into a tacit silence.

Di Lianggong spat out the clotted blood from his chest, unable to sustain the spiritual sword in his hand, which scattered into twinkling specks of light.

Perhaps realizing that Fang Chi’s appearance had completely severed his and Huo Fangru’s path to survival, Di Lianggong laughed mockingly in self-destruction.

"It seems Steward Official truly dotes on Miss Fang Three, eighteen years ago, the City Lord ordered you, Steward Official, to guard the southwest seas, preventing the sea demon clan from invading our Shifang domain.

You have a heavy duty, without the City Lord’s summons, you are not to return to Shifang City without authorization.

The City Lord has been in seclusion for three years, if the Steward Official cannot produce a summons now, you will have to proceed to the Confession Platform and receive three hundred punishment lashes."

With these words, the expressions of the other elders in the hall turned subtly ambiguous.

There had long been rumors in Shifang City, suggesting that the Steward Official favored Miss Fang Three more than the City Lord.

He showed indifference to the two young masters, and the brotherly affection between the two had never been deep.

Hence, over the years, many questioned in private who Miss Fang Three’s real father was.

Fang Chi remained unperturbed, blandly stating: "What hardship is it for me to accept three hundred punishment lashes? But the real difficulty is how to handle Elder Di’s wife, isn’t it?"