GB Chapter 9

Although He Huan returned to the Xuan sect, he didn’t abandon his demonic cultivation. He even visited the Demonic Cult when he had time, showing no awareness of having switched sides. While the Demonic Cult wanted to kick him out, and the Righteous Path sects wanted to expel him from their ranks, they were helpless due to his immense power and the backing of the Xuan sect’s head, who doted on his beloved disciple. Both sides couldn’t defeat him, so they could only grit their teeth and curse, “That damn He Huan!”

Coincidentally, He Huan’s temper had improved after turning a hundred years old. He greeted everyone with a smile, and when he had time, he’d even offer guidance to the demonic cultivators. As a result, the naive youngsters in the Demonic Cult, deceived by his appearance, regarded him as a respectable elder. The enraged elders could only choose to ignore him, disregard him, and despise him, then change position and continue to ignore him, disregard him, and despise him.

That day, He Huan once again walked into the Demonic Cult with his usual composure, infuriating the elders. However, upon seeing his disciple, who had been holed up in the study for a month, not stepping out, he instantly became a distressed old father. He sighed with worry, “Qianren, you’re already sixty-eight and still don’t have a single romantic interest. Are you really planning to cultivate with your desk?”

Although Qianren was busy like this because the elders who shared the workload were all driven away by this man, and even the Demonic Cult leader was so annoyed he went into secluded cultivation, the only one who could withstand He Huan’s harassment had to carry the entire Demonic Cult’s upper management on his own. However, as a disciple who respected his teacher, Qianren continued to modify official documents with a blank face, only replying, “I think I’m better off alone.”

However, as the master who had raised him, He Huan knew all about his embarrassing history. He questioned, “Really? I remember when you were twenty, when I asked what gift you wanted for your birthday, you very firmly said you wanted to get rid of your virginity.”

The current cold and unapproachable Great Protector of the Demonic Cult was once a face-conscious youth who naturally hated the title of the last virgin in the Pleasure Palace. However, reality was cruel. More than forty years had passed, and he not only failed to get rid of this title but successfully upgraded it to the last virgin in the Demonic Path. Saying it out loud was quite pitiful.

Qianren was already feeling depressed because his demonic energy made it impossible for him to be intimate with anyone. Now, with this wound being prodded, a rebellious thought immediately arose in his mind – why hasn’t the lightning tribulation struck this disrespectful old master and made him lose his memory!

In the past, the Righteous and Demonic Paths had kept to themselves and lived in relative peace. With nothing to stir up in the world, He Huan turned his attention to his disciple. Although Qianren radiated a rebellious aura that rejected any conversation with his parent figure, he still asked proactively, “Why don’t you tell me what type you like? This master will scout out a few for you first.”

Qianren, who had been dealing with official matters for a month straight, was truly annoyed. He casually replied, “When I’m dealing with official matters, I want a dead person who can bury themselves in the ground as quietly as a sweet potato.”

“It’s only been a few years, and your taste has become increasingly peculiar.”

Never expecting his disciple to be so hopeless about living people, He Huan looked sad. He pulled out a book from his sleeve and solemnly instructed his disciple, “This is a spring palace book focused on humans and ghosts. Take this for a few years. When this master asks a few Ghost Gods how ghosts engage in intimate acts, I will come and impart life experience to you.”

Qianren didn’t want to seriously ponder why this person could pull out such a bizarre spring palace book, nor did he want to know what kind of sorcery this omnipotent master performed that caused a large stone tablet to appear at the entrance of the Ghost Domain that read, “He Huan and dogs are not allowed entry.” He thought he had long adapted to his master’s unreliable behavior, but it turned out that he had underestimated this number one demonic cultivator. He had actually found a dead person to give to his disciple!

Given Fu Hongye’s nature, he would naturally listen to his benefactor. Having such a good impression from the first meeting, even if Qianren did nothing in the future, their relationship wouldn’t turn sour. At this moment, he could even feel his master saying to him with a face full of satisfaction, “Disciple, this is all master can do for you.”

However, faced with such a perfect opportunity to be a hero and save a beauty, Qianren still perfectly avoided all options that would leave a good impression. He coldly picked up Zhuge Qingtian’s head and walked out.

As soon as he exited the door, another dead person who was more troublesome than Fu Hongye came up to him, quite obediently handing him a hair tie. “My wife, you’re finally out!”

Qianren’s skin and hair were fatal to living people. In the past, no one dared to wash the clothes he had worn. Although he casually took the hair tie, he realized that dead people did have their advantages. At least, those who had died wouldn’t die a second time. However, he wasn’t interested in taking care of two little ghosts, so he let them mess with each other.

“Here’s your head, don’t lose it again.”

Casually pressing the head onto the headless corpse’s neck, he turned slightly to the side. As expected, Zhuge Qingtian’s gaze was immediately drawn to Fu Hongye, and he asked in surprise, “Why is he here?”

“He’s the Soul-Wounding Bird. Didn’t you want to get married? He’ll agree to it.”

Only casually giving him a pointer, Qianren tied his hair and walked forward. He thought, Fu Hongye, who was such a kind and well-meaning person, was different from him and would never refuse to pretend to have a wedding to send a vengeful ghost to reincarnation. Zhuge Qingtian could be with the boy he admired, which could be considered fulfilling his wish. As for him, he could get rid of two big problems and continue his solitary wandering in the world.

Hearing this, Zhuge Qingtian was stunned. He looked at the white-clad boy walking towards them. He didn’t doubt Qianren’s words, but even though the long-awaited chance for reincarnation was right in front of him, he just had to open his mouth to get it. In the end, his body only pointed at the man and angrily said, “You! It’s you! Why are you always messing with my head?”

Speaking of which, Zhuge Qingtian’s head was cut off by Fu Hongye, and it was also this person who transformed into the Soul-Wounding Bird and snatched his head, bringing the two of them here. There was indeed a karmic entanglement between them. Thinking of this, Zhuge Qingtian seemed to have found a reason. He told himself that he absolutely shouldn’t marry someone who would just grab his head for no reason. As for Qianren’s behavior of kicking his head, which seemed even more atrocious, the vengeful ghost very willfully chose to ignore it.

When he reminded him, Fu Hongye also remembered that he had wronged this ghost in the past. A person who had been unlucky in life was also bullied even after death. This was truly against the way of the chivalrous. He immediately opened his mouth with guilt, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please forgive me! What can I do to make up for my mistake?”

Qianren’s judgment of character was indeed good. At this moment, the person’s face seemed to be stamped with the words “I’m easy to deceive, please take advantage of me.” Even if he was told to get into a wedding sedan, he would probably bite the bullet and agree. However, even though the opportunity had been delivered right in front of him, Zhuge Qingtian only curiously asked, “Then tell me, what do you do in the outside world to be liked by my wife?”

Not expecting him to ask such a question, Fu Hongye’s expression immediately turned awkward. “This… my master said that it’s too early for me to find a cultivation partner. I haven’t even met many female cultivators…”

The Righteous Path sects were not as unrestrained as demonic cultivators. When they were young, they focused on cultivating. Fu Hongye had been instructed to focus on cultivation and stay away from female disciples. He was truly unfamiliar with this topic.

However, this bewildered expression made Zhuge Qingtian even more worried. So people like Fu Hongye can’t find wives in the outside world? No wonder his wife is sixty-eight years old and still hasn’t married. This world is truly terrifying.

Realizing from these two how difficult it was to find a suitable person these days, Zhuge Qingtian could only pat the boy in front of him sadly. “Forget it, I’ll still work hard on my own. You should try hard too and try to find a wife soon.”

His way of thinking was truly too much for normal people. Fu Hongye also looked troubled. “Actually, I think practicing swordsmanship is more interesting than talking to female cultivators.”

Zhuge Qingtian was meeting a martial arts fanatic for the first time. He immediately asked in confusion, “Do you cultivators sleep with your swords?”

“I do.”

Faced with the other person’s confident answer, Zhuge Qingtian instantly had a new understanding of the species of cultivators. He then looked at the black-clad man expectantly. “Wife, do you still need weapons? How about considering a vengeful ghost? I’m very tough!”

“…”

Looking at them speechlessly, Qianren completely failed to understand how these two dead people had managed to twist the topic to this point. In fact, he simply didn’t understand why Zhuge Qingtian was so obsessed with him. Anyone with working eyes would know that Fu Hongye was easier to get along with than him. This vengeful ghost’s brain was indeed completely different from a normal person’s!

Fu Hongye, however, hadn’t expected that the wife Zhuge Qingtian was talking about was actually this aloof demonic cultivator. He wasn’t a villager from the countryside. He recognized immediately that this person must be a Nascent Soul stage senior. However, a Nascent Soul cultivator was engaging in an unnatural relationship with a corpse and taking on the role of the wife. What his master said was right; the world of demonic cultivators was truly incomprehensible…

Although he was amazed, this senior was, after all, his benefactor, so he still asked respectfully, “Although you are a demonic cultivator, Fu has to repay this life-saving grace. Please leave your name and sect so that after I return to the Xuan sect and reconstruct my body, I can prepare a thank-you gift for you two. And, the best matchmaker in Yun City.”

Although he had transformed into a Soul-Wounding Bird, he did not have much malevolent energy. With the means of the Xuan sect, reconstructing his body would not be difficult. However, seeing that after experiencing all this, he still chose to return to the Righteous Path, Qianren couldn’t help but ask, “I don’t want to get involved with the Xuan sect. How about you? Are you still planning to continue being a chivalrous hero?”

“Yes, this time I will remember my sect’s teachings and strive to become a chivalrous hero who can save everyone.”

Smiling lightly at them, the white-clad boy once again turned into a blood-red bird and spread his wings, flying into the sky. He had been away from his sect for too long. Now that his obsession was resolved, it was also time for him to return. Although Fu Hongye’s journey through the world had a bumpy start, it hadn’t completely ended. As long as the path was still there, he could continue to walk down it with his head held high. And towards this land that pulled him from his beautiful ideals into reality, the boy only left behind one sentence, “You two, the world is so big, I’ll wait for the day we meet again. The green hills remain unchanged, and the clear water will always flow!”

“Since the Righteous and Demonic Paths are different, it’s better not to know people who can’t understand each other.”

The Soul-Wounding Bird in the sky finally stopped wailing. Watching the blood-red figure break through the air and leave, Qianren sighed softly, his eyes slightly lowered. The person He Huan had chosen for him was indeed excellent, but unfortunately, he would ultimately fail to live up to his master’s kind intentions. He had gotten used to being alone and wanted to continue to walk on his own in the future. Even if he was sometimes lonely, it was the path he had chosen.

However, Fu Hongye was easy to deal with because he had a big world and could spread his wings at any time. This other dead person, however, was not so easy to get rid of. Sure enough, seeing that his expression was a bit strange, Zhuge Qingtian immediately came closer. His voice was as noisy as ever, “Wife, wife, I’m not as troublesome as him, I’m very easy to understand. Did you suddenly discover my advantages!”

No, you are the most incomprehensible one, in every sense of the word.

Looking at him with a headache, Qianren then realized that one really couldn’t speak carelessly. In the past, the marriages that He Huan created came like a storm, but he was able to dodge them all. Yet, in the process of dodging, he provoked Zhuge Qingtian, a troublesome vengeful ghost that he couldn’t get rid of no matter what. What was he going to do next? Pack him up and send him to the Xuan sect with a flying sword?

Just as he wanted to get rid of this clingy vengeful ghost and return to his enjoyable solitary life, the boy raised his face, grabbed his collar, his eyes filled with anticipation, “So, the words you said about taking me to the outside world, do they still count?”

Being looked at with such eyes, Qianren was ultimately unable to act. He only walked forward, saying in his usual cold voice, “I have to go to Jiangnan. Whether you want to follow or not is up to you.”

Hearing the boy’s footsteps, which had instantly become cheerful, as he followed him, Qianren didn’t speak nor look back. He only thought to himself, he was living well in the Demonic Path. He didn’t need to be loved, nor did he need to be saved. However, it wasn’t bad to try being a hero for the sake of justice every once in a while.

The author has something to say:

Qianren: Get married? Show affection? Impossible, I want to be a bachelor for life.

He Huan: Sigh, what should I do about my disciple, who is a rebellious non-mainstream youth?

Zhuge Qingtian: Actually, my wife is a very gentle person. He didn’t kick my head this time.

He Huan: Disciple’s wife! I’ve decided it’s you!