The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 907: Bone Grafting! Like a Completely Different Person

Shang Jue arched her willow-like eyebrows. "That may not be the case."

Then, she pressed the Demon Bone onto the wound.

A faint black glow instantly spread out!

Under the influence of the formation diagram, the Demon Bone connected to the body.

But before Yan Hu could even take a look, intense pain spread rapidly through him.

"Ah—!!" He collapsed to the ground, clutching his shoulder where the bone was grafted.

The pain surged through his entire body, completely unbearable.

In no time, blue veins bulged across his body.

He instinctively tried to rip the Demon Bone off. "No... no... help me..."

Seeing this, Sima Yue rushed forward, intending to help remove it.

Shang Jue’s expression was ice-cold. With a flick of her sleeve, she sent Sima Yue flying.

"Don’t even think about interfering," she said. "For the Demon Bone to be effective, it has to be taken from a living person. It can only be used once. If you pull it out now, all our efforts will be wasted."

Sima Yue tumbled to the ground, his blood surging.

With just one move, he realized the enormous gap between him and Shang Jue.

He didn’t dare act recklessly again.

But watching Yan Hu suffer such excruciating pain, he couldn’t bear it and accused her, "Even if the Demon Bone is rare, A’Hu is in so much agony! Clearly, it’s not compatible with him. Are you trying to make him suffer to death?"

Shang Jue stood with her hands behind her back, watching coldly.

"Yes, the Demon Bone, when grafted onto outsiders, will cause rejection. Even members of the Demon Clan experience this, let alone a mere cultivator like him. Once the bone is grafted, his fate is uncertain."

Sima Yue was furious and trembling as he pointed at her. "You’re utterly vicious!"

"Hmph, he agreed to this himself."

"You tricked him! If you had told him the truth beforehand, he never would have agreed!"

Shang Jue turned to him, eyes sharp. "Sima Yue, you’ve met me and know my name. Do you really think, if he didn’t accept this Demon Bone, you two would still be alive right now? Instead of arguing, you’d better pray that he survives this ordeal."

Live or die.

She didn’t care anymore.

She turned and walked out.

Sima Yue’s heart ached. He wanted to help, but the grafting site radiated a ghostly glow, swirling with demonic energy. He had no idea how to intervene.

Helpless, he could only stay by Yan Hu’s side, offering words of encouragement.

But Yan Hu’s head was already buzzing with pain. His blood and meridians were reversing their flow, his eyes rolling back. He couldn’t hear a word Sima Yue was saying.

For him, this short period felt like an eternity, a torment stretching over an entire year.

Finally, the pain began to subside.

Yan Hu stopped struggling.

The bulging veins slowly receded, though he was drenched in sweat, gasping for air.

"A’Hu!" Sima Yue crawled over. "How do you feel? You’re still alive, right?"

Yan Hu had no strength left to answer.

But Sima Yue’s shouting brought Shang Jue back.

Seeing that Yan Hu had endured the ordeal, a glint of admiration flashed in her eyes, and she quickly examined the grafted Demon Bone.

It was a perfect match!

She was delighted. "Very good, Yan Hu. Your resilience and talent have exceeded my expectations! From today onward, you are one of Demon Clan Asura! We are now companions!"

Yan Hu slowly opened his eyes and glanced at her.

Then, he raised his newly grafted Demon Bone. Blood vessels and tendons had already intertwined with it.

He could sense the Demon Bone.

With a mere thought, the fingers moved.

A smile spread across his face. "My right hand... is finally back!"

Sima Yue saw this, and despite himself, he couldn’t deny the envy creeping in.

He had endured plenty of pain himself.

Maybe...

He looked at Shang Jue.

Before he could even speak, she shut him down. "You won’t make it."

"Why are you always so harsh? What do you mean I won’t make it?" Sima Yue protested.

"Your bones and tendons are too weak," Shang Jue said bluntly. "Besides, there was only one Demon Bone for the hand."

Even if Sima Yue was qualified, there was no suitable Demon Bone left for him.

"You could’ve just said there wasn’t any left! Why do you have to phrase it like that?" Sima Yue huffed. "Asura girl, you said we’re companions now. Shouldn’t you be a little more polite to me?"

Shang Jue had long found him irritating. Seeing him put on airs and try to lecture her, she simply struck him with a palm, sending him flying.

Sima Yue crashed heavily onto the ground.

With his Nascent Soul-level cultivation, he didn’t even have the chance to fight back against her.

He suspected some of his ribs were broken...

Shang Jue looked down at him from above. "I was talking about Yan Hu, not you."

Demon Clan Asura had noble blood. How could they consider a weakling their companion?

"A’Hu!" Sima Yue called out, gritting his teeth in pain. "A’Hu, are you just going to watch your own grandfather get bullied by her?"

Yan Hu remained unmoved, merely sitting up slowly.

Since receiving the Demon Bone, he felt power surging through his body.

He didn’t even glance at Sima Yue.

Instead, he examined his new Demon Bone, his tone indifferent. "Grandfather, if you’re weak, then talk less."

"You..." Sima Yue suddenly felt like Yan Hu was a complete stranger.

He was no longer the good-natured grandson he once knew.

Yan Hu turned his head slightly, his gaze sharp. "Do you think I’m wrong?"

His aura was filled with killing intent.

Sima Yue swallowed hard, barely daring to breathe too loudly.

"No, A’Hu... you’re right."

Shang Jue seemed to find Yan Hu’s response completely natural.

The two of them spoke as if they had known each other for years—so different from before.

Sima Yue’s body suddenly trembled.

Could it be...

Could it be that the Demon Bone carried the soul of its previous owner, altering Yan Hu’s personality completely?

If it only influenced his temperament, that was one thing.

But if it had completely taken over his body... that would be a disaster!

For a moment, Sima Yue had no way of knowing the truth.

He only knew that the Demon Clan was exactly as described in ancient texts—sinister, deceitful, and bloodthirsty!

But Shang Jue seemed to read his mind. She suddenly turned to him and said, "Why don’t you let him practice on you? That way, he can quickly get used to his new hand."

Sima Yue nearly passed out on the spot, stammering, "I... I’m his own grandfather!"

Yan Hu stared at him coldly, not expressing an opinion.

Shang Jue smirked. "So what? A useless old man like you is just wasting food."

"I’m the head of House Sima! Show some respect and stop calling me a useless old man!" Sima Yue snapped, but his broken ribs sent waves of pain through him.

Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He quickly focused on healing himself.

Shang Jue scoffed. "House Sima? Your clan has already lost a great number of cultivators. In your battle against the Bai Clan, you suffered heavy casualties. You, the head of the family, have been missing for ages. What’s left of House Sima has splintered—your people are fighting for power and resources. You still think you’re not useless?"

Sima Yue’s expression darkened.

Given what he knew of House Sima, he didn’t even need to verify it—he knew Shang Jue was telling the truth.

He sighed deeply, self-reproach in his voice. "A’Hu, it’s all my fault. I’ve lost all my loyal subordinates... and now, I can’t even help you anymore..."