Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

1764 Stupid

The Dao Lord pressed down his distaste. Mae had obviously ignored his earlier form of address because she saw it as a sign of disrespect, not because they had to refer to her by her last name, but because she had already told them all how to refer to her.

The fact these Dao Lords insisted on not doing wasn't a slight against her, but against her husband.

And that was intolerable.

She didn't yet have the strength to do so. But if it wasn't for this, she would have killed this Dao Lord in a single slap. This time, she could only let it slide because there was only so far her master's prestige could take her.

She didn't believe that it was a casual mistake. Dao Lords had practically infallible memory when it came to these things. There was no such thing as "slips" of the tongue at this layer. Unless his soul had suffered an injury or an attack, anything he said he had said on purpose.

So although Mae finally replied to him, she still didn't open the gates.

"I have something to report to your esteemed master," the Dao Lord spoke as calmly as he could muster.

"Okay. Please give me the report."

The Dao Lord froze.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with Mae's words. In this situation, it was more appropriate for her to pass on the information. Not just anyone could meet a Dao God because they felt like it. There was a reason Mae was the one to answer the call of the bell, despite the fact this was technically her master's Domain.

"This…"

The Dao Lord couldn't say, he truly couldn't. What was he supposed to say? That her husband was here? What would the result of that be?

He began to curse in his heart. Maybe had he lowered his pride a bit, Mae wouldn't have been so difficult. How could she assume that her husband, a human, would come all the way here? Judging by who had been in his entourage, he was clearly struggling to even get here.

At the same time, he began to curse the Dao Sovereign that sent him here.

Why was this necessary?

"This is a very important matter that must be reported to the Dao God directly."

"I am my master's representation." Mae replied calmly, without nearly the same amount of struggle as the Dao Lord.

"This is truly important. I cannot explain any more." The Dao Lord insisted.

"You're certain?" Mae suddenly asked.

"Yes, yes. I am absolutely certain."

"Okay. Then I will report this matter as an existential threat to the Clan immediately. My master will take it from there."

Mae turned to leave, and the Dao Lord froze.

"NO!"

"Hm?" Mae's steps paused as she looked back.

The Dao Lord was so enraged he felt like fainting. If Mae wanted to go to her master, in this world, she didn't have to walk at all.

What did it mean that she was walking?

Didn't it mean that she had seen through his bullshit?

If she really reported this matter that way, wouldn't he be executed for wasting a Dao God's time? How could a human True Sky God be an existential threat to the Clan?

"Is there something the matter?"

"N-nevermind. I will—I will find someone else since the Dao God is busy. Please do not disturb her."

The Dao Lord was about to flicker and vanish to get himself out of this mess immediately, but Mae actually spoke first.

"So… it is about my husband."

The Dao Lord froze. He looked into Mae's eyes to see a pair of reflective rubies staring back at him.

"I am not too clear about how such powerful Clans and Sects works… but why are you all so stupid?"

The Dao Lord's eyes widened. Suddenly, his shock became rage.

"Little girl—!"

"Lower your voice. My master likes her quiet, and if you disturb it, I cannot guarantee what might happen."

"You—!"

Despite his rage, it was obvious that the Dao Lord's tone was several shades lower.

"When I called you stupid, I mean it sincerely." Mae continued, unbothered. "If you successfully targeted my husband, even killed him, do you really think a woman would forget the man she gave her Primordial Yin to? Do you think that you can throw enough Young Masters and nobles at me? That time would atrophy my love?

"Do you have any idea what it takes to become the disciple of a Dao God? Do you understand what level my Dao Heart must be at? Do you think the likes of you can cause it to waver?

"So you succeed. You kill my husband. You forcefully separate me from him. Either one, it doesn't particularly matter.

"What do you think happens to you when I become a Dao Lord? Will you head stay attached to your neck?"

The Dao Lord froze once more, a cold shiver radiating up his spine. Staring into Mae's eyes, he couldn't seem to look away at all.

"What about the one who sent you? Will she keep her head? What about your family? Your friends? Your wives, your children, your mothers and fathers?

"We're all Demons, after all. Do you think I would have a bottom line in my revenge? Do you think I would spare anyone related to my heartache?

"Even if my master suppresses me for the sake of the Clan's harmony, how will you survive beneath my suppression?

"If you see me as so valuable that you need to micromanage every aspect of my love life, wouldn't that also stand to reason that you expect me to also become a Dao God?

"So where will you hide when there's no one left to suppress me?"

Mae's pink lips slowly closed, looking at him with an indifferent gave that carried the piercing cold of an abyssal hell. It seemed to have unfathomable depths, regal and boundless in its might.

"So you tell me. Are you not stupid? Rushing to your death like this?"