Chapter 148: The Yang Spirit Leaves the Body

However, Big-Foot Wang still stuck out her neck and stood her ground.

She aggressively demanded, "You must give me an explanation today! If you don't, believe it or not, I will make sure your completion ceremony never happens!"

With that, Big-Foot Wang dropped heavily onto the ground and began to throw a full-blown tantrum.

"Officials and commoners in cahoots! Come and see, everyone, the officials are colluding with the commoners!"

She wailed and thrashed about on the ground, rolling back and forth.

Chen Ying’s expression darkened, and the other villagers began to point and whisper at Big-Foot Wang.

Yet, ignoring everyone around her, Big-Foot Wang continued her scandalous display.

Old Man Zhao’s expression turned grim.

He heavily thumped his walking stick against the ground and snapped, "Big-Foot Wang, get up this instant!"

"I won't! I simply won't!"

Lying flat on the dirt, Big-Foot Wang shrieked at the top of her lungs, "Come look, everyone! This old fogey Zhao and that little hussy are in bed together!"

At this, both Chen Ying and Old Man Zhao turned pale with fury.

Still unsatisfied, Big-Foot Wang crossed the line even further with her next words.

Flailing her limbs as she lay on the ground, she shouted, "Perhaps none of you know, but old man Zhao is having an affair with that little minx!"

The crowd fell silent for a moment as they digested the meaning of her words.

Once it dawned on them, bizarre expressions swept across their faces. Some suppressed giggles, others looked furious—a whole spectrum of reactions.

Old Man Zhao and Chen Ying, however, found themselves victims of unprovoked slander.

"What nonsense are you spouting?!" Chen Ying said, her face burning red with anger.

Old Man Zhao was so enraged that his face turned ashen and his lips trembled. "Big-Foot Wang, you've gone too far!"

Big-Foot Wang snorted and retorted, "You must add my name today! If you don't, I'll go everywhere telling people you two are having an affair!"

"How dare you!"

Old Man Zhao roared, his fingers and lips shaking with rage.

He was already in his sixties; to be subjected to such vile rumors was one thing—at his age and near the end of his days, he didn't care. But what about Chen Ying, a young girl in her twenties?

"Humph!" Big-Foot Wang let out a triumphant snort. "Are you adding my name or not? If not, do you believe I'll keep shouting?"

With that, she cleared her throat, ready to resume her howling.

Suddenly, a voice rang out: "If you utter another word, see if I don't slap your mouth crooked!"

Big-Foot Wang froze, and the crowd fell silent.

Everyone turned to look, and Big-Foot Wang followed their gaze.

It was none right-hand man Zhao Feng who had spoken.

At this moment, Zhao Feng was staring at Big-Foot Wang with an icy expression.

Big-Foot Wang was startled for a second, but then her shrewish nature flared up even more.

"H哈哈哈! You little brat, how dare you talk to me like that!"

"Fine! Go ahead and slap me! Let's see you try!"

Struggling to her feet, Big-Foot Wang strode toward Zhao Feng.

She rolled up both sleeves and taunted, "Come on, come on! Try and slap me!"

Zhao Feng's face was chillingly cold, his heart consumed with boiling rage.

He raised his right hand, preparing to deliver a fierce slap.

Suddenly, a pair of arms filled with maternal warmth wrapped tightly around his arm.

Zhao Feng glanced sideways and saw that it was Chen Ying, who had rushed over to hold him back.

Clinging to his arm, Chen Ying shook her head at him.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and cast an indifferent glance at Big-Foot Wang.

That single look made Big-Foot Wang shudder involuntarily.

Zhao Feng sneered, "Fine, I won't hit you! But I have plenty of ways to deal with you!"

"Hahaha!" Big-Foot Wang let out a wild, arrogant laugh. "Little brat, if you've got the guts, I'll be waiting! Come on! Slap me!"

"If you don't hit me today, you're no man!"

Crossing her arms, Big-Foot Wang chuckled derisively and stared mockingly at Zhao Feng.

"Fine!" Exasperated beyond endurance, Zhao Feng spat out the word and turned on his heel to leave.

Instead of backing down, Big-Foot Wang grew even bolder.

With a swift leap, she blocked Zhao Feng's path, thrusting her face forward. "Go on, slap me! Hit me!"

Zhao Feng was so angry his nose felt crooked.

Taking a deep breath, he warned, "You brought this on yourself!"

"Yes, yes, yes! I brought it on myself! Hit me!"

"Pfft!"

Zhao Feng was provoked into a laugh of pure disbelief.

Crossing his arms, he softly exhaled a breath.

Big-Foot Wang blinked. "What are you mumbling about..."

Before she could finish the trailing syllable, she suddenly felt something amiss.

Her eyelids felt uncontrolled, and her face and mouth began to twitch strangely.

"Gasp!"

The crowd erupted in an uproar.

"Look, look!"

The villagers pointed at Big-Foot Wang, chattering excitedly.

Feeling all eyes on her, Big-Foot Wang felt a wave of embarrassment and irritation. "What the hell are you bastards looking at?"

"Ba-ba, ba-ba!"

Suddenly, Big-Foot Wang found herself struck mute.

"H哈哈哈!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Right at that moment, Big-Foot Wang's mouth was twisted, her eyes slanted, and her limbs twitched uncontrollably, making her look exactly like a stroke victim.

"Ba-ba, ba-ba!"

"Ba-ba!"

Taking a step forward, Big-Foot Wang face-planted hard onto the ground, eating dirt.

"Hahaha!"

The villagers roared with laughter.

"Instant karma!"

"Ha! That's what she deserves!"

Lying on the ground with her mouth askew, eyes crossed, limbs convulsing, and foam bubbling from her lips, Big-Foot Wang could only wail, "Ba-ba, ba-ba! Ba-ba!"

Standing nearby, Zhao Feng smiled coldly and quietly closed his eyes. If a high-level immortal cultivator were present, they would have seen a golden phantom detach itself from Zhao Feng's body.

The phantom was identical in every way to Zhao Feng. It was his Yang Spirit!

As soon as Zhao Feng's Yang Spirit left his physical body, it possessed Big-Foot Wang directly.

Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Zhao Feng felt utter revulsion toward Big-Foot Wang's vessel.

While the villagers were still roaring with laughter, Big-Foot Wang suddenly snapped her eyes wide open.

With a nimble flip, she sprang straight to her feet.

Amid the bewildered stares of the crowd, Big-Foot Wang began to gyrate her bulky frame.

Wiggling her thick waist, she actually started dancing.

Then, opening her mouth wide, she began to sing: "You sold out my love, and left behind my back!"

The onlookers were completely dumbfounded.

They blinked in disbelief before bursting into uproarious laughter.

Meanwhile, Big-Foot Wang's original consciousness was frantic with terror.

She could perceive everything crystal clear, yet she had lost all control over her own body.

Trapped in the middle of the crowd, she danced and sang against her will.

Finally, she raised her chubby hands and began fumbling with the buttons of her shirt.

Panic overwhelmed Big-Foot Wang completely. "No! No, stop! Don't! I was wrong, I was wrong, I'm so sorry!"

"Humph!"

Zhao Feng let out a cold snort, having no intention of letting her off so easily.

Controlling Big-Foot Wang's body, he walked step by step toward the stunned young man named Xiao Zhao.

Seeing Big-Foot Wang approach, Xiao Zhao stepped back in fright.

Stammering, he asked, "Aunty... Aunty Wang, what's wrong with you?"

Instead of an answer, she rewarded him with a seductive wink.

Big-Foot Wang coyly fluttered her eyelashes at Xiao Zhao.

At that moment, Zhao Feng's real body chimed in with a timely laugh, "Hahaha! She claimed Xiaoying and Old Man Zhao were having an affair, but it looks to me like she's the one having an affair with Xiao Zhao!"

Deep inside, Big-Foot Wang's true consciousness was burning with such intense shame that she desperately wished she could hang herself right then and there.