GB Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Making ghosts disappear might be quite difficult for other cultivators, but it was easy for Qian Ren. The demonic energy within him was innately capable of devouring all things yin and evil. He only needed to be slightly serious to truly consume the fierce ghost.

However, just at this critical moment, he saw the wound on the ghost’s severed head.

The target of Qian Ren’s mission, Fu Hongye, was a disciple of the outer sect under the Xuanmen Lihuo Palace. Because of his extremely high talent, he received a lot of attention from his sect. He had already formed his Golden Core while traveling outside.

For cultivators, refining the body is easy, but cultivating the heart and establishing the Dao is extremely difficult. There are not many Nascent Soul cultivators in the world today, and Fu Hongye was already considered a master among the younger generation.

Before Fu Hongye set off, in order to encourage him to focus on cultivation, the Xuanmen had specially refined a magic treasure called “A Leaf Startles the Red” to protect him. This item was made of twelve thin blades resembling maple leaves linked together. Usually, it was worn on the arm as an ornament. Once activated, fallen leaves would appear, and the maple leaves would kill invisibly wherever they passed. The unique cutting pattern was exactly the same as the one on the fierce ghost’s head.

Discovering this clue, Qian Ren didn’t bother to deal with the ghost any further. He picked up its head and examined it closely. Such a clean cut must have been caused by an instant decapitation. There were twelve maple leaf marks in total, probably caused by Fu Hongye using his full power. But, was this fierce ghost, whose only thought seemed to be getting married, really worth such careful treatment? Could it be that this ghost was deliberately pretending to be crazy to lower his guard?

Qian Ren was ultimately unwilling to believe that a fierce ghost who could command a group of little ghosts was truly an idiot. He suspiciously held the ghost’s head up in one hand, while still pressing its body against the tree trunk with his foot to be safe. He asked, “What’s your name?”

The young man had been a ghost for some years. In the past, accidentally dropping his head could scare people half to death. This was the first time he had encountered a living person specifically staring at his severed neck. For a moment, he could only sigh. Truly, this man, who didn’t die even after getting on his bridal sedan, was indeed different.

While lamenting, he knew that if he didn’t speak up, his head would probably fly off again. Although he had long forgotten what pain felt like, finding a place to comb his hair in this desolate wilderness was extremely troublesome. He quickly replied, “This one is Zhuge Qingtian. In life, I was the only scholar who passed the imperial exam in Zhu Jiaji.”

In a remote mountain town like Zhu Jiaji, a scholar who passed the imperial exam was already a very important figure. Therefore, he spoke with great pride. Looking at the fierce ghost’s expression, Qian Ren thought for a moment and decided not to tell him that he, having just turned thirty, no longer killed officials below the first rank. They were not of high enough caliber and it would be beneath the dignity of a top assassin.

The ghost’s name was better than Qian Ren had expected. He had assumed that with his temperament, he would be called something like Zhu Big Dog or Ge Second Egg. Who knew that he would actually have a compound surname like Zhuge? There were indeed a few civil officials with the surname Zhuge on Qian Ren’s past assassination list, but their actions didn’t seem to match up with this person at all. Suspecting that the ghost had simply made up a name to fool him, he asked again, “How did you die?”

“I don’t even remember how long I’ve been dead. It seems I was hacked to death by bandits, but I killed them all too…”

Over the years, Zhuge Qingtian had been trying to fulfill his obsession with a wedding ceremony to enter reincarnation. Unfortunately, even the most ferocious bandits in the area couldn’t survive in his bridal sedan. As a result, he hadn’t been able to get married. Instead, the bandits who tried to stop him all died at his hands, which greatly frustrated the fierce ghost who considered himself gentle and modest.

Now, after much difficulty, Qian Ren, who wouldn’t die, had appeared. Although he knew that the other party was very dangerous, Zhuge Qingtian still wanted to give it a try.

In the end, he just wanted someone to deceive him, to have a proper wedding ceremony. He had no hopes for a wedding night or anything like that. His request was not excessive. What if this big brother softened his heart and agreed?

Thinking of this, Zhuge Qingtian also felt that in just one day, this person’s attitude towards him had changed from kicking his head away upon meeting to holding his head and asking him questions. He had improved from foot to hand with astonishing speed. Cultivating their relationship for a few more days and getting married was not impossible…

Yes, that’s it. His wife was already asking his name and his life story. Clearly, she was interested in him. He had to answer politely to make a good impression.

Having spent years alone in the deep mountains, Zhuge Qingtian’s ability to comfort himself had long become exceptional. He completely dispelled his inner worries in a moment, secretly regretting that his answer made him sound too old. He immediately tried to make amends, “But don’t worry, husband was only eighteen when I died, a fine young man. I’m definitely not an old cow eating young grass.”

Qian Ren couldn’t understand what kind of thinking process had led his interrogation to stray to this topic. He silently looked at this head, which was still looking very serious. He finally confirmed that he hadn’t underestimated his opponent, but that this fierce ghost’s mind was really only focused on getting married!

Having almost given up on getting any information from this ghost’s mouth, Qian Ren looked at him sideways and said, “I’ve cultivated demonic arts for many years. I’m fifty years older than you, without being biased.”

In Zhu Jiaji, a head constable who knew a few martial arts moves was already a top master. Zhuge Qingtian had never seen cultivators who could casually go into seclusion for several decades like gods. Although he was shocked that his wife was already over sixty years old, he still firmly said, “Actually, it’s okay for a young calf to nibble on old grass.”

Of course, the response to this true love that transcended age gaps and the boundaries between life and death from the great assassin Bi was only, “Tell me, which way do you want to be scattered to oblivion?”

Receiving the expected rejection again, Zhuge Qingtian could only resort to his final move. He completely abandoned all pretenses and, grabbing Qian Ren’s leg, wailed in grief, “Hero, you look like a righteous person! Please, just consider it doing a good deed and marry me! I died at eighteen before I had seen anything, I can’t live or die in this mountain. If I can’t reincarnate, I might as well scatter into oblivion!”

You’re the righteous one, your whole family are righteous people!

For a demonic cultivator, being mistaken for a hero was undoubtedly the greatest insult. Qian Ren also realized how much trouble his superfluous kindness had caused. However, his leg was being hugged too tightly. He could only shout sternly, “Are you crazy for marriage? Take a good look, I’m a man! And a demonic cultivator!”

What’s a demonic cultivator? Can you eat it?

Blinking blankly, Zhuge Qingtian realized that fifty years was indeed a huge generation gap. He didn’t understand what his wife was talking about. But it doesn’t matter, he would try to overcome it!

Having overcome all obstacles in his mind, he expressed his determination, “To be honest, as long as I can live and have a wedding ceremony, even if you were a cow, I’d still squeeze you into the bridal sedan.”

Zhuge Qingtian was a fierce ghost occupying his own corpse, so he had extraordinary strength. Now, hugging desperately, Qian Ren couldn’t break free. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said, “I know that in the Bliss Palace, someone like you would be held down on the bed by seven or eight big men.”

Big… big men? Seven… seven or eight? What kind of terrible place did his wife live in?

As a pure ghost, the demonic cultivators’ depraved lifestyle was indeed shocking for Zhuge Qingtian. Just imagining it made him gasp. However, he had already gone all out for the sake of marriage, so he said painfully, “Come, face me head-on.”

Finally realizing that this ghost’s sense of shame and brain had completely eroded into the soil, Qian Ren forced himself to calm down and issued the most powerful and effective threat in the world, “If you don’t let go, I’ll castrate you.”

“Okay, then I’ll come back tomorrow.”

Being castrated would mean that he could not get married. These words were indeed effective. Zhuge Qingtian immediately became timid, not doubting that this cold-faced man was the kind who could say what he meant and do what he said. He reluctantly let go and only said, “Wife, could you put my head back? Please don’t put it down crooked, or kick it with your foot, be gentle, thank you.”

After so much entanglement, he had finally temporarily gotten rid of this fierce ghost. Qian Ren vowed that tonight he would go and destroy Zhu Jiaji, then leave on the clouds and never return to this ghostly place. He would rather fight to the death with ten righteous swordsmen than spend another moment with this deranged ghost!

Seeing that the ghost was actually sitting obediently on the ground without pouncing, Qian Ren’s mood instantly became as relaxed as if he had successfully transcended his tribulation. He casually tossed his head over and coldly warned, “Alright, I don’t have time to mess around with you. Take your head and get lost.”

With Qian Ren’s violent temper, Zhuge Qingtian had never expected him to gently place his head back. Not kicking it was already an unimaginable act of gentleness. He didn’t complain about anything and just raised his hands to catch his head.

His head had been kicked and rolled all the way down the mountainside, and then it had been held by its hair by Qian Ren for a long time. The tied up topknot was long gone. It looked like a hairy ball ruffled in the wind. However, just as Zhuge Qingtian was sadly considering how much hair he would lose this time while combing it, a large, blood-red bird flew by and then, with an open beak, snatched away the head that had just landed.

Stiffly holding his hands up, sensing his own dumbfounded face and wind-blown messy hair getting farther and farther away, Zhuge Qingtian finally reacted and instantly yelled in horror, “Wife! A bird stole my head! You lost my head! I’m no longer a complete corpse! I can’t even see my own face!”

Then, the indignant headless corpse grabbed his sleeve. Even without a head, the full expectation could be read from its body language, “I know that a man like you can’t be irresponsible. Say it, when will we have the wedding?”

This damn place Zhu Jiaji was poisoned! The ghosts were crazy and chaotic, and even the birds were abnormal!

Cursing the feng shui of this place in his heart, Qian Ren expressionlessly watched the big bird, frightened into flapping its wings and accelerating away. He didn’t have the time to think about why a fierce ghost, who could kill the living with just his aura, was so weak that a bird could steal his head. Nor did he want to think about why losing a head meant he had to take responsibility and marry a fierce ghost. In fact, he only had one thought in mind—

Actually, being a Great Protector of the Demonic Cult wasn’t so bad. Would he make it back in time now?

The author has something to say: Zhuge Qingtian: Actually, if you spend a few more days with me, you’ll discover that I have a lot of unique advantages that others don’t have!

Qian Ren: Such as?

Zhuge Qingtian: My head can be used for all ball sports!

Qian Ren: I don’t know you, goodbye, farewell!