GB Chapter 12
by VolareActually, this isn’t difficult to understand. In a cultivator’s journey, the Golden Core establishes their path, the Nascent Soul questions their path, the Tribulation Transcending proves their path, and ascension attains their path. Proving one’s path through one’s own being sounds easy, but truly implementing one’s path in every word and deed in life is extremely difficult. When a person insists on their own ideas in all matters, losing the worldly flexibility of accommodating others, then naturally this person is no longer normal.
This is also the fundamental reason why Qian Ren has been unable to transcend his tribulation. Although he believes that the path of killing and cutting he has chosen is the quickest way to solve problems, he has always had doubts about whether he truly wants to be accompanied by mountains of corpses and seas of blood for eternity. He understands that if he wants to enter the Tribulation Transcending stage, he must either sever this faint hope that binds him or seek another path, and the former is undoubtedly the easiest method.
Qian Ren only cares about He Huan and You Jiang in this world. Both of these people are incredibly talented and will ascend sooner or later. He only needs to stop making any new acquaintances, and this bond will end with time. That would have been fine, but now an accident has occurred.
Zhuge Qingtian has been by his side for too long. He is a man who has decided to stop killing through killing and slaughter the whole world. He does not need any companions, so he must sever the bond between them before he becomes accustomed to this person’s existence. And now, the opportunity is at hand.
In the end, Zhuge Qingtian is not afraid of him because he is ignorant and fearless. When this person understands how terrible he is, he will naturally stay away.
Thinking of this, Qian Ren, who originally didn’t intend to provoke the righteous cultivators, slowly stepped out of the shadows. As he expected, the moment the Tian Shi Mansion disciple saw his face, he froze completely. Even his voice trembled, “Demon…Demonic Cult Great Protector!”
Three portraits of the three demonic cultivators that should not be provoked were circulating amongst all righteous sects—Bi Qianren, You Jiang, and He Huan. Mo Pan, as a disciple of the Tian Shi Mansion Lord, had naturally seen these three faces since he was young. He still remembered his master’s instructions: He Huan is a great master who generally wouldn’t bother with you children; You Jiang always travels with a large group of people, making him easy to identify; only Qian Ren is the most troublesome, this person is the most poisonous person in the world, any cultivator below the Tribulation Transcending stage would die upon contact, so it is imperative to be careful to avoid him.
And now, the cold and arrogant man in black attire standing before him, isn’t he the most dangerous Demonic Cult Protector, Bi Qianren, of the three?
At this moment, Mo Pan didn’t have time to think about why the Demonic Cult Protector, who hadn’t been seen in the pugilistic world for many years, would appear in the Jiangnan region, nor did he have time to ponder what this person meant by catching ghosts for him. He only looked in fear as the man extended a finger and touched his forehead. Recalling his master’s instructions, he immediately collapsed. He shattered the sect’s communication talisman and wailed, “Master, save me! I was touched by the Demonic Cult Great Protector! I’m only fifteen, I don’t want to die yet!”
Although his voice was tragic, Qian Ren found it quite pleasant. He glanced at the young man’s familiar reaction and thought, “That’s great, this pugilistic world is still normal. He is still the Demonic Cult Protector that the world avoids. The only abnormality is Zhuge Qingtian, this freak.”
As if sensing his thoughts, Zhuge Qingtian also got up and said to the frightened Mo Pan, “What are you making a fuss about just from being touched by a finger? I haven’t even blamed you for taking advantage of my wife.”
In Zhuge Qingtian’s eyes, even if he only hugged Qian Ren, he would get kicked away, but this person was actually actively touched by Qian Ren; it was truly an honor bestowed upon him. However, Mo Pan’s expression upon hearing this was one of shock, as if the world was collapsing before his eyes. If this corpse still had a head, he would have pounced on it and covered the ghost’s mouth. Wife? How can one just call him that? That’s Bi Qianren, the toxic Great Protector of the Demonic Cult!
“Are you crazy?! That’s the Demonic Cult Great Protector!”
Staring wide-eyed at this ignorant ghost, Mo Pan thought that for his own safety he absolutely couldn’t let this guy continue to enrage the demon, and warned him,
“Do you know the ‘Flower Picker’? The former number one lecher in the world, an unparalleled expert who even the Xuan sect couldn’t catch, died with blood gushing from all seven orifices just because he wanted to flirt with the eighteen-year-old him with a single spit! You’ve heard of the ‘White Cloud Saber Master’, right? A Nascent Soul cultivator who was half a step into the Tribulation Transcending stage. He was cut with a single blade, and just from a drop of blood splashing on him he turned into white bones and left this world! Don’t think you’re fine just because you’re a ghost. Even a drop of his sweat is poisonous. Cultivators poisoned by him can’t even escape with their Nascent Soul, you will still be scattered into nothing if you touch his demonic aura!”
“Although I don’t know any of those people you mentioned, I think that a lecher and a killer don’t deserve sympathy.”
One sentence completely shocked the righteous disciple. Zhuge Qingtian understood what he meant, and suddenly realized why he would be kicked away whenever he approached Qian Ren. His wife was actually protecting him!
With an inherent ability to beautify the world, he instantly gave himself a dose of chicken soup and turned his body towards the man in black, “Can’t sweat or bleed, wife, you seem so powerful, but you’re actually very delicate.”
In fact, what Mo Pan said was quite exaggerated. When Qian Ren was eighteen, he was only at the Golden Core stage. No matter how strong the demonic aura was, it wouldn’t be enough to poison a Nascent Soul master to death. That Flower Picker was entirely courting death, wanting to flirt with his disciple in front of He Huan. He was slapped to death with one palm. As for the White Cloud Saber Master, he was indeed killed by him. However, he spent a lot of effort to poison him. The rumors in the pugilistic world have always been like this. People just repeat what they hear. But there is one thing that’s right: whenever Qian Ren gets hurt, the demonic energy in his body will go berserk, and everyone who has ever hurt him will eventually turn into a corpse, and their souls will disappear completely.
This is the real reason why no one dares to form a cultivation partnership with Qian Ren. No one knows whether they would suddenly die by getting close to him, and no one is willing to risk their life to try. And he himself doesn’t want to experience such pain of killing people close to him again. He would rather just exist as He Huan’s blade, never getting close to anyone his whole life.
Zhuge Qingtian is someone who yearns to reincarnate, Qian Ren thought that he would almost give up after understanding how dangerous following him was. In the end, this person’s head must have been soaking in the river for too long because he just came to this conclusion. Looking at him with suspicion, Qian Ren could only sigh, “You truly do not know how to write the word ‘death’.”
“I’ve already experienced the worst life, what else is there to be afraid of?”
No life is not afraid of completely disappearing from the world, but compared to the fear of something that hasn’t happened, Zhuge Qingtian would rather trust himself.
Since he cannot sweat or bleed, then just protect his wife from getting hurt, isn’t that it? Although he doesn’t quite understand what normal marital love is, and doesn’t know why he doesn’t want to change his marriage partner to someone else, he is at least certain that these are the things that one should do after marrying someone.
Looking at this unresponsive headless corpse, Qian Ren realized that without a head he couldn’t judge the true emotions through his expression, which was indeed inconvenient. He couldn’t figure out what unreliable idea this strange ghost had come up with. He thought that hearing is fake, seeing is believing. When this person sees him take action, then he will know his power. So he wasn’t in a hurry. He coldly said to Mo Pan, “Your Tian Shi Mansion is best at searching for souls. Find his head from the river, and I will let you go.”
Qian Ren always adhered to the principle of making the best use of everything. Since this Tian Shi Mansion disciple had delivered himself to him, he naturally had to squeeze him dry. Thus, he was ordering him around smoothly. On the other hand, Mo Pan didn’t expect that there was a possibility of being released after running into this devil. For a moment, he couldn’t help but struggle between his righteous pride and his own life. “What if I would rather die than obey?”
To this, Qian Ren only gave him a look as if he was an idiot. “Do you really need to hear my threat? Aren’t you afraid of having nightmares?”
Mo Pan had no idea what kind of powerful threat would make him have nightmares just from hearing it. In fact, he chose not to understand the details, comforting himself that finding a head for a ghost was not some kind of evil deed, and enthusiastically walked forward to hold Zhuge Qingtian’s hand, “This ghost brother, come, let me sense your soul’s aura.”
However, faced with his rare enthusiasm, Zhuge Qingtian immediately pulled his hand back, solemnly saying, “I am someone who has a wife, please respect that.”
Upon hearing this, Qian Ren immediately had the urge to kick him into the river again, but his reason told him that if he continued to mess with this ghost, he might not be able to enter the city before dark. In order not to have to camp in the wilderness again, he gave a strong and forceful threat with no expression on his face: “If you say another word, I’ll have him marry you.”
The facts proved that Bi the Great Killer’s observation ability was still very strong. Although he still couldn’t understand Zhuge Qingtian’s mysterious way of thinking, he at least grasped his fatal weakness. Upon hearing these words, the ghost immediately obediently handed his hand to Mo Pan. His voice was solemn, as if he was a different person, “Sensing the aura, right? How do I do it?”
Silently watching them, Mo Pan didn’t know why he would run into the Demonic Cult Protector after just going out of the city to catch an ordinary ghost, nor did he know why he had to find a head for a ghost. However, he now clearly knew that he was actually less important than the ghost god-avoided Demonic Cult Protector in the eyes of this ghost!
Master was right, these demonic cultivators were really not good people. Just from this short interaction, his confidence had suffered a terrible blow! He never wanted to talk to demonic cultivators again!
The author has something to say: Zhuge Qingtian: My wife is so amazing, he’s poisonous!
Qian Ren: I think it’s necessary to change his head.
Author: It’s useless, he follows his heart; he doesn’t think with his head.
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