GB Chapter 59

The flower field wasn’t large, and as the group moved forward, they discovered that apart from epiphyllums, there were no other plants, not even a single weed. However, Qian Ren’s eyes flickered when he saw the soil in the field, as if he had noticed something strange.

Perhaps hearing the faint thunder emanating from Lüling’s side, the door of the simple thatched hut slowly opened, and a woman in white appeared in their sight.

Although Lüling had always claimed that the Ghost Goddess of Xiaoyu Mountain had unparalleled beauty, because this person seemed too unreliable, Zhuge Qingtian always took his words with a grain of salt. Now that he saw her, he realized that while Lüling wasn’t very trustworthy, his description of the Ghost Goddess was not an exaggeration at all.

Apart from a few special spirits, ghosts were only divided into red and white. The Ghost Goddess was a mourning ghost in white. There was a saying, “A woman looks best in mourning attire.” White could not hide any flaws and tested one’s complexion. Without heavy makeup, it was the best color to verify a natural beauty.

The woman who was looking at them with some surprise was just like that. A white dress, without any other color, swayed like an epiphyllum under the moonlight, accentuating her fair skin and delicate features. Her pale skin made her look like a jade carving of a beautiful woman. Her brows, as delicate as distant mountains, were slightly furrowed, and her almond-shaped eyes seemed as if they had been outlined by the most skilled painter in the world. The lines were just right, not too alluring, nor too childish, perfectly poised between the purity of a young girl and the charm of a young woman. Below these hazy, seemingly indifferent yet affectionate eyes, a tear mole was perfectly placed at the corner of her eye, adding to her charm, especially with her bewildered expression at seeing strangers.

Seemingly surprised by the appearance of the Ghost Goddess, Zhuge Qingtian blurted out the first thing he thought of upon seeing her, “Is she really the Beauty Under the Moon?”

From the moment she opened the door, Lüling’s gaze was fixated on her. However, upon hearing Zhuge Qingtian’s words, he instantly turned his head, suspiciously asking, “Aren’t you a cut-sleeve?”

“A cut-sleeve also has an aesthetic sense!”

Shooting him an annoyed glare, Zhuge Qingtian knew why this person was targeting him. Helplessly, he said, “Just tell me, what kind of person do you want my master to fall in love with?”

However, the “father-in-law” didn’t give him any room for progress, saying, “If possible, it’s best if he doesn’t fall in love with anyone at all.”

This person had lost everything, yet his aversion to people hadn’t changed at all!

Silently realizing that perhaps it was better for this person not to regain his memories, Zhuge Qingtian felt that with the Demon Lord’s hatred of people, the probability of him not allowing his son to be with anyone was definitely 80%, while the remaining 20% was that he would take it upon himself to turn the love interest into a corpse.

However, thinking about it, Zhuge Qingtian realized another flaw. He then said righteously, “I’m not a human, I’m a Ghost God!”

Upon hearing that, Lüling also realized something was wrong. He was puzzled as he said, “I don’t know why, but as soon as I see you, I feel like a treasure has been stolen from me. But I shouldn’t be familiar with him…”

Qian Ren was already used to them bickering every three words. He didn’t pay any attention to their daily banter and just said calmly, “You two should have a fight.”

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Qingtian, who had been grinding his teeth, was stunned. He watched, dumbfounded, as this person ignored them and walked forward with a detached expression. He still doubted if he had heard correctly. Was this something a son should say under normal circumstances? Was he not going to mediate? Was there something wrong?

Of course, they wouldn’t actually fight. However, while the two were bickering, the white-clothed woman looked even more confused. After Qian Ren’s analysis, what she was thinking was probably—what were these men suddenly doing at her doorstep? Why were they arguing without her saying a word? Should she drive them away?

Fortunately, they didn’t encounter the awkward situation of being kicked out for being suspicious. As Qian Ren approached, the woman finally clearly saw his face, and her expression suddenly became agitated. The initial worry instantly transformed into a hundred kinds of tenderness. She stepped forward and hugged him tightly, saying, “Bifang, you’ve finally returned!”

Qian Ren looked extremely similar to the Demon Lord, even having the same indifferent aura. After his initial stiffness, he understood that she was mistaking him for the Demon Lord. Bifang, that was the Demon Lord’s unknown name. So, this white-clothed woman, who had become a ghost, was indeed his birth mother?

Qian Ren didn’t know if he should push her away. On the other hand, the two behind him both felt a sudden surge of jealousy and didn’t care about anything else. Zhuge Qingtian immediately sought reconciliation with Lüling, “Now is not the time to hurt each other!”

Faced with a green hat situation, the men’s wills were in complete agreement, and Lüling also decisively said, “I agree!”

Thus, Zhuge Qingtian decisively pulled Lüling forward and shouted, “Let go of that man! Come at me if you have a problem!”

“Let go—”

Lüling originally wanted to echo him, but after saying that, he realized that letting go of anyone didn’t feel right, so he simply shouted, “In short, you all let go! What kind of behavior is this, hugging and embracing!”

Their appearance made the woman even more bewildered. She looked at Qian Ren, hesitantly asking, “Bifang, who are they? Where is our child?”

Upon hearing this, Qian Ren knew that she was undoubtedly his mother. He glanced at Lüling, who had been completely ignored. Feeling troubled, he could only gently tell the truth, “I am Bi Qianren.”

Having the same surname and bearing such a striking resemblance to her husband, the white-clothed woman instantly understood his meaning. However, her expression was still full of disbelief. She scrutinized the black-clad man before her, and in a doubtful tone, said, “Are you saying that Bifang was only gone for a day, and our son has grown from the size of a palm to this tall?”

“…”

Qian Ren didn’t know why, in her eyes, the Demon Lord’s death, which had happened hundreds of years ago, was only one day ago. Though he suspected that the strange celestial phenomena might have had something to do with it, he didn’t know how to explain. Should he directly tell her that the Demon Lord had died and was probably the lively Lüling beside him? Shouldn’t she be given some time to absorb this terrible truth?

Faced with this complicated situation, Qian Ren immediately fell silent. Seeing his expression, the woman also felt something was strange. Without asking any more questions, she looked at Zhuge Qingtian and Lüling, hesitantly asking, “Who exactly are those two…?”

Their identities were even more complex. Of course, Qian Ren couldn’t just reveal, “Your husband who was struck by lightning until he became stupid and your daughter-in-law who lost his head.” He thought it was better to let the two play on their own. He said calmly, “Ignore them. I’m a bit thirsty. May I have a glass of water inside?”

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the woman, while still finding the two of them very strange, felt an intense familiarity with the man who looked so similar to Bifang. She then opened the door and went to get some tea, cheerfully saying, “You sit first. I just made some flower tea, I’ll brew some for you now!”

Watching how easily Qian Ren entered the thatched hut, Zhuge Qingtian glanced at a certain spirit who had been causing a ruckus in order to enter Xiaoyu Mountain, but was now so quiet that he wasn’t saying a word. With a dark face, he said, “Didn’t you want to see her? Why are you hiding behind me?”

“I don’t know. I always wanted to see her when I was outside, but now that I’m actually in front of her, I feel inexplicably timid.”

Lüling was very happy when he saw the woman, but when she called out the name Bifang, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He didn’t know why he felt that way. The words he had prepared for so many years suddenly wouldn’t come out of his mouth. Now, he could only hide behind Zhuge Qingtian with an uncertain expression. Unfortunately, the other’s height didn’t offer much security, so he complained to him, “Why are you so short? You can’t even block me!”

Because I’m forever eighteen! I’m sorry for acting young! My master is right, he and his old father-in-law will have a fight sooner or later!

Zhuge Qingtian was speechless at the fact that Lüling could only speak fluently to him in a strange way. However, looking at the atmosphere, which was almost cold enough to raise a ghost, with Qian Ren drinking tea, he decided to help his beloved. He poked Lüling, who was hiding behind him, with his elbow and said, “Go and say something. He’s not good at interacting with people, the atmosphere has become extremely stiff!”

Upon hearing this, Lüling also cautiously looked in that direction. Sure enough, Qian Ren’s expression was stiff, and the white-clothed woman’s smile was very awkward. It was clear that neither of them knew how to break the silence. However, the moment he saw them, he inexplicably dared not go forward. With a tearful face, he said, “I… I’m not good at it either… you teach me what to say…”

You weren’t like this when talking to me! As expected, you and your son only become talkative when you’re bullying me! Fine, I knew that you couldn’t count on you wooden men to handle social interactions, I’ll do it!

He looked at him with disdain, adjusted himself, and adopted the amiable demeanor he used to have as the head of Tian Shu Pavilion. He stepped forward with a gentle smile and said, “My name is Zhuge Qingtian, and I’ve formed a cultivation partnership with Qian Ren. We encountered an accident during our travels and ended up here. May I ask for your name, madam?”

Since he had spoken, he would take all the advantages. While Qian Ren wouldn’t refute it, he had already established their relationship as cultivation partners. Since they’ve already met the parents, there was no way he would be able to back out, with a smug look he glanced at Qian Ren with a helpless expression and quickly resumed his upright demeanor, making him look like a well-educated noble son. No one could have guessed how unrestrained and childish he was when teasing his master.

Zhao Huai’an’s appearance was most pleasing to the elders. In the past, Zhao Huanzhi was quite fond of him because of it. Sure enough, the white-clothed woman thought he was a decent young man. Compared to the stunned spirit beside him, who had lightning flashing above his head, he was a much better sight. She replied with a gentle smile, “Qin Jiu. That’s the name Bifang gave me, a homonym for ‘everlasting’. He said the epiphyllum only blooms once, but he wished our love to be everlasting.”

Author’s note:

Qin Jiu (twiddling her fingers): Is this really my son? Why does he look like my husband’s alternate account? Even his shy expression of not daring to talk is exactly like his.

Zhuge Qingtian: Father-in-law, do you want to be NTRed by your son? Go flirt with your wife!

Lüling: Sorry, the men of the Bi family are the ones who are pursued. Actively flirting? No, that doesn’t exist.

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