Accidentally Married A Fox God - The sovereign lord spoils his wife

Following that conclusion, Li Meirong proceeded to chat with Feng Huang for a short while and prepared to leave. She didn’t wish to remain in the dimension for much longer. After collecting a few cultivation scrolls to peruse, she paced back towards the mushroom field. Feng Huang and Snowball silently accompanied her along the way, each of the three companions was engrossed in their own thoughts.

Li Meirong stopped in her tracks upon reaching the field’s entrance. She immediately caught sight of Chou sitting cross-legged at the exact location she transported her consciousness to and from the material plane of existence.

The nude boy had his arms folded together while his bottom lip protruded in a sulking pout. The mass of leaf-like curls fell to his shoulders like clumps of moss crawling down a tree bark. He looked to be the very image of a petulant child who had been deprived of his bosom toy.

In the meantime, it seemed as though Ben Mo had been thoroughly frightened by Chou. The mushroom turned suspiciously quiet at the sight of the boy, his occasional trembling provided the only proof of his otherworldly entity. Otherwise, he would have seemed no better than an actual fungus instead of a spiritual being.

"Now what kind of nonsense are you trying to do?! Can’t you see Master’s got enough issues to deal with?" Feng Huang lifted one stubby foot high up and chastised the boy.

Chou turned to glare at the Turtle Demoness by Li Meirong’s side and stuck his small pink tongue at her. He huffed and retorted in a voice filled with derision, "Humph! Chou doesn’t want to hear no complaints from a turtle who can’t even gain a human form!"

"Why, you little-" Feng Huang’s red eyes glowed and her shell infused with flames as she levitated in the air, preparing herself to battle the stinky plant once more.

That stupid plant knew exactly how to hit her what it hurts the most! What was Feng Huang’s sore spot these days? Her cultivation, of course!

Not only was she a thousand-year-old respectable Demoness who should be outranking most mortal cultivators and certainly a large number of spirit beasts... Yet somehow, she lost in strength not only to her Master, but to a puny little Plant Spirit!

The blow to her self-esteem had far exceeded Feng Huang’s mental tolerance, causing the Turtle Demoness to become quite depressed and indolent. Instead of cultivating with dignity, she preferred to bathe under the soothing rays inside the dimension.

Undeniably so, that pale grass-head knew exactly how to piss her off!