I am really not a medical immortal.-Chapter 1567 - 1566: An Ambitious Woman

"Just this much? Is this what you call making amends?" Zhang Xiaohao looked coldly at the Heavenly Lady.

Facing Zhang Xiaohao’s icy gaze, especially with the sun and moon in his left eye and stars in his right, the Heavenly Lady’s heart trembled. Her two jade legs instinctively clamped together, and a faint yellow stream flowed onto the ground.

Thud!

"Forgive me, my lord! I know I was wrong, please spare me!" the Heavenly Lady pleaded.

Only at this moment did she recall the legend about the royal family. Members of the Spirit Clan’s royal family were born with extraordinary eyes: the sun and moon in one, stars in the other. Regardless of any transformation one might try, the mystical colors in their eyes never change. Once, an ancestor of the Mahayana Realm, not believing the myth, tried to pass as a member of the royal family, but no matter what Secret Techniques or Divine Skills he used, he couldn’t change his eyes to mimic the royal look, and thus the plan fell apart.

Afterwards, somehow, this story spread within the Spirit Clan, becoming a subject of laughter during mealtimes.

"I said it’s not enough. Did you not hear me? Why are you standing there in a daze? Go get the rest! Or have you grown tired of living and wish for death?" Zhang Xiaohao glared at her.

The domineering aura of a ruler and the icy killing intent repeatedly pressed down on her, rendering her immobile.

"M-my lord..."

"Are you trying to fool me?" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly, not waiting for her to finish.

The overbearing killing intent emanated from his body without the slightest restraint, oppressing her to the point that cold sweat dripped from her forehead, soaking her clothes entirely as her delicate frame shivered.

"I dare not, sir! The household’s inventory is low. Even if I bring it all, it cannot satisfy your appetite!" the Heavenly Lady explained meekly.

"Did you not hear me when I told you to bring it? Or should I find a new City Lord?" Zhang Xiaohao’s gaze turned icy.

"Ah! I will fetch it immediately, my lord. Please wait!" the Heavenly Lady said.

Bowing respectfully, she retreated and exited.

"My lord, you must be tired. May I massage your back?" offered the middle-aged lady.

"Yes." Zhang Xiaohao responded.

Lazily reclining in the chair, the middle-aged lady approached Zhang Xiaohao from behind, channeling Spiritual Power into her two jade-like hands, even at the cost of exhausting her own Spiritual Energy, transferring her Spiritual Power into Zhang Xiaohao for his comfort.

In such indulgence, Zhang Xiaohao squinted in comfort, while internally lamenting.

"Comparisons make one despondent! Although we come from different races, the royal family of the Spirit Clan is born into such privilege. They live like kings throughout the Spirit Clan’s territory, enjoying supreme honor and the power to decide life or death with just a word. No wonder so many desire such power!"

Moments later, the Heavenly Lady returned holding a large tray, placing exquisite dishes from it onto the table, then retrieved a jug of One Breath Life Wine from her waist pouch, setting it before Zhang Xiaohao.

"My lord, this is the last of the stock!" the Heavenly Lady explained weakly.

"Kneel down—!" Zhang Xiaohao huffed coldly.

Confronted with Zhang Xiaohao’s chilling gaze, although a Cultivator at Perfect Divinity Transformation, the Heavenly Lady dared not resist, obediently kneeling with her head bowed, unable to meet Zhang Xiaohao’s gaze.

"Without my command, you’re not allowed to rise! If you dare rise, you may as well die." Zhang Xiaohao declared.

Having spoken, he ignored her.

Upon entering Tianji Beidou City, Zhang Xiaohao had already researched the Spirit Clan’s royal family in the Underworld’s archives. To sum up, the Spirit Clan’s royal family were akin to emperors—able to kill anyone they were displeased with in their domain! This was why Zhang Xiaohao dared to act so.

With the middle-aged lady serving him, Zhang Xiaohao picked up the chopsticks, sipped the wine she offered, and leisurely began to dine.

After finishing his meal, Zhang Xiaohao burped. Having consumed so many Spiritual Objects, it was fortunate he had the Shennong Reincarnation Scripture; otherwise, he would be overstuffed. But now, a casual run of the Shennong Reincarnation Scripture refined all the vast Spiritual Energy within him, leaving Zhang Xiaohao with no concerns.

"My lord, may I have a private word?" the Heavenly Lady gathered her courage and asked.

Before her lay a heaven-sent opportunity; missing it would leave a lingering regret in her heart.

"What do you want to say?" Zhang Xiaohao asked coldly.

"My lord!" the Heavenly Lady addressed.

"You may leave! Aren’t you to chase down some wanted criminals? Go capture them!" Zhang Xiaohao casually commanded, dismissing them.

"Yes, my lord!" Though the middle-aged lady wished to stay, she dared not defy him and respectfully withdrew, closing the door behind her.

"Now what do you wish to say? You can speak now!" Zhang Xiaohao remarked coldly.

The Heavenly Lady lifted her head, revealing an exquisite face that stood out beautifully, unstained by vulgarity, conveying a sense of elegance.

She slowly kneeled and approached Zhang Xiaohao, saying nothing as her tender jade hands undone the fastening on Zhang Xiaohao’s attire.

...

Half an hour later.

Battle commenced, the thirty-six forms of Heavenly Gang’s ever-changing moves, the seventy-two transformations, the one hundred and eight Returning Dragon Series moves, from front to back, from back to front, each was executed by Zhang Xiaohao, mercilessly striking at her.

She was not of his kin, he spared no sentiment.

Zhang Xiaohao only focused on the fight, unburdened by her ability to endure, beyond his consideration.

Three days later.

One cannot fault Zhang Xiaohao’s ferocity; before, he had consumed so many Elixirs and Spiritual Objects, and though Shennong Reincarnation Scripture did digest them, the yang energy remained within him.

Furthermore, having repressed it for so long, Zhang Xiaohao was still a normal man; even cultivators cannot abandon seven emotions and six desires, right? If one were to discard even emotions and desires to become immortal, what difference does cultivation make? One might live more carefree as a mundane person.

"You did well! Surprisingly your first time!" Zhang Xiaohao nodded with satisfaction.

He casually sat back in the chair, reaching for the ordinary Spiritual Wine beside him.

"My lord, I wish to follow you completely!" the Heavenly Lady respectfully stated while kneeling.

"You’re not worthy!" Zhang Xiaohao responded coldly.