My Wife Might Be a Saintess-Chapter 53 - 52: Make a Sound... Quack?

A Fireball had just flown in. A Tier Two Mage had arrived.

A Tier Two opponent would be difficult for Jiang Zuo to handle. They could use Magic and had far too many Skills at their disposal. Jiang Zuo’s close-combat abilities alone wouldn’t give him an edge.

Then, Jiang Zuo saw two people walk in through the doorway: a middle-aged man and a young man.

It was Steward Liu from before.

Jiang Zuo looked at them without a word.

Steward Liu walked over to stand before Hong Zhuang and the other one, then said to Jiang Zuo, "Young friend, must you be so serious?"

Hong Zhuang hid behind Steward Liu, instantly relaxing. She said aggrievedly, "We were about to tell you, but he didn’t give us a chance! He was dead set on killing me."

Jiang Zuo looked at them and then asked, "These two ghosts... you’re raising them?"

Steward Liu nodded. "You could say that. By the way, we’re the client who posted the request, which makes us your employer. You don’t need to continue."

Jiang Zuo frowned and said, "So, does that mean I’ve completed the request?"

"That depends. I hear the Tianhe Market Department is quite strict. If Hong Zhuang and her companion go easy, it could easily be flagged as a fake order. So, we’ll have to see if our Young Miss can successfully drive Hong Zhuang away."

Jiang Zuo sneered. "In other words, it all depends on whether your Young Miss is capable enough?"

"Yes. But we will certainly send a gift of thanks afterward. Our Liu Family..."

Before Steward Liu could finish, Jiang Zuo cut in, "So if I kill these two ghosts right now, would that count as completing the request?"

Steward Liu’s expression darkened. "Young friend, what is the meaning of this?"

"It means nothing. I don’t like relying on others; I only rely on myself. If this doesn’t count as completing the request, then I’ll just have to kill these two ghosts myself." A cold aura began to emanate from Jiang Zuo’s blade.

Steward Liu said with contempt, "Young friend, with your Cultivation of 1.3... even if it’s 0.1 higher than what the file said, so what? Don’t you think you’re getting a bit too arrogant?"

Jiang Zuo looked at Steward Liu. "Is that so?"

Seeing Jiang Zuo’s audacity, Steward Liu felt a surge of anger. "So if I choose to protect them, are you going to kill me too?"

"I wouldn’t mind," Jiang Zuo said, his voice flat.

As if he were talking about something utterly trivial.

Now Steward Liu was truly angry. ’These Tier One Junior Cultivators nowadays really know nothing about true power.’

But just as Steward Liu was about to make a move, his phone suddenly rang.

He took it out and saw it was a call from his Young Miss. "Steward Liu, help me! There are ghosts! Ghosts are chasing us! AHHHH... Help me!"

Steward Liu immediately replied, "Young Miss, hang on! I’m on my way!"

Then, Steward Liu glanced at Jiang Zuo and said, "We’re leaving."

But they had barely taken two steps before Jiang Zuo was blocking their path. "Leave the two ghosts behind."

Steward Liu sneered. "Fellow Daoist, do you know what it means to court death?"

The moment he finished speaking, his phone rang again. "Hurry! I’m going to die! I’m going to die! AHHHHH, don’t kill me! AHHHHH!"

It seemed the situation on the other end was not what Steward Liu had expected, and he was getting anxious. He couldn’t afford to waste any more time.

He then opened the app and marked the request as complete.

Then he said to Jiang Zuo, "Is that sufficient?"

With that, Steward Liu led his people to leave directly. But as he passed by Jiang Zuo, he whispered, "Young friend, there are some people in this world you can’t afford to provoke. You’d be wise to remember that."

After they had left, Jiang Zuo sneered. "Why do these people never stop to think about who they’re talking to?"

As far as Jiang Zuo was concerned, there was no one he couldn’t afford to provoke.

He might be weak now, but that didn’t mean he would let others push him around.

He didn’t want to walk his old path again, but that didn’t mean he would bow his head and show weakness, much less let people trample all over him.

Afterward, Jiang Zuo left the manor. The payment had already arrived in his account. As for the app rating, there was no doubt: a one-star review, no explanation given.

When he got home, Jiang Zuo had originally planned to go to sleep.

The incident at the manor was unlikely to have any effect on him. However, not long after he walked through his front door, he sensed a fluctuation of Spiritual Qi.

It was very faint, but it was definitely there, and it was coming from the balcony.

Curious, Jiang Zuo went out to the balcony. He found that a hole had been broken in the egg, and a small, chick-like bird was lying listlessly on the ground.

Jiang Zuo also noticed that it was completely drenched, as if it were... sweating.

’Sweating?’

Only then did Jiang Zuo notice the little bird was actively avoiding the Sun Flame Stone. At a glance, it looked like it had been forcefully hatched by the stone’s heat.

When it saw Jiang Zuo return, the little bird looked up at him with such a pitiful gaze that one couldn’t help but feel sorry for it.

Jiang Zuo asked, "You’re hot?"

The little bird nodded frantically. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Jiang Zuo’s face darkened. ’A Vermilion Bird Descendant that’s afraid of heat?’

’Have the fundamental laws of the world changed?’

Jiang Zuo then took a good look at this Holy Beast Descendant, and what he saw surprised him. "Your beak is flat? Does the Vermilion Bird have a flat beak?"

The little thing didn’t understand.

Jiang Zuo added, "Stand up and let me see."

The little thing wobbled to its feet.

Now Jiang Zuo felt he could see it clearly.

The creature was red all over. And it wasn’t just its beak that was flat—its body was a bit flat, too.

How to describe it? At first glance, Jiang Zuo felt he wasn’t looking at a bird, but a duck.

It looked very much like the ugly duckling he had bought as a child.

Jiang Zuo prompted, "Make a sound for me."

"Quack?"

Jiang Zuo: "..."

It would be an understatement to say Jiang Zuo’s expression was ugly. Could someone please explain to him why a Vermilion Bird Holy Beast would give birth to a duck?

’Had there ever been any formidable figures in the duck family?’

Jiang Zuo considered himself vastly experienced, yet he had never heard of a single impressive duck.

"So, you really are a duck?"

"Quack?"

"..."

’Forget it. I’ll just stew it.’

******

「The next day.」

Jiang Zuo woke up and went out to the balcony for a look. He found the duck having a great time playing in the small pond.

Jiang Zuo sighed. "Looks like it really is a water duck."

’A Vermilion Bird Descendant? If I took this duck out and told people that, I’d be amazed if anyone believed me.’

It was just an ugly duckling.

Jiang Zuo was filled with regret. ’If I’d known, I would have sold it sooner. At least I could have gotten a good price for it.’

When it first hatched, the duck had a faint fluctuation of Spiritual Qi. Now, apart from being able to understand human speech, there was nothing special about it at all.

Now that the egg had hatched, Jiang Zuo put away the Sun Flame Stone.

As for the duck, Jiang Zuo had no intention of taking it with him. He would just leave it at home. If it disappeared, so be it. If all else failed, he could raise it and then stew it. It wouldn’t be a total loss—after all, he would have eaten a Holy Beast Descendant.

Still, Jiang Zuo couldn’t understand it. Even if this duck came from the egg of a Vermilion Bird Descendant, a descendant was still a descendant. Why would it turn directly into a duck? By all rights, it should have at least been a bird.

"Quack quack?"

Seeing Jiang Zuo lost in thought, the duck quacked twice and flapped its wings, as if to show how happy it was.

Jiang Zuo ignored the duck and began to ponder, ’A Red Duck... how would it be braised? Hmm, that should work. I’ll have Zhong Yiyang help cook it then.’