GB Chapter 10

In the forty years since the establishment of the Demonic Cult, Bi Qianren rarely went out unless necessary. He had never been interested in the scenery of mountains and rivers, nor did he find any pleasure in wandering the martial world. It was all the same no matter where he was, so why waste time traveling?

However, in the two years since the Demonic Cult Leader You Jiang entered seclusion to prepare for transcending the tribulation, the elders had paid too much attention to him, the Great Protector, and the cult had secretly split into two factions. During Qianren’s blood-soaked adolescence, You Jiang, the former second protector of the Bliss Palace, was his only friend. He had no intention of fighting for the position of cult leader, so he simply used traveling as an excuse to re-enter the martial world and avoid this power struggle.

He Huan was a person who liked to enjoy life. Qianren had traveled all over the country with this master, but at that time, all his energy was spent cleaning up the mess left by his master’s recklessness. Now that he was traveling on his own, he had no idea what to do.

He said he was going to Jiangnan, but where exactly should he go? In fact, all the landscapes looked the same to him, or rather, the more beautiful the scenery, the more righteous cultivators there were, which was undoubtedly a hassle for a demonic cultivator.

Humans really couldn’t avoid fighting no matter where they were, and ultimately, only the dead were the most worry-free.

Sighing in his heart, Qianren helplessly found that he had become accustomed to following his master’s orders. Once he lost his master’s instructions, he simply didn’t want to act at all. It was no wonder that He Huan had painstakingly led him to Zhu Jiaji to find Fu Hongye. That person knew that he was not far from ascension and was afraid that he would be at a loss in this martial world on his own. But he was, after all, a person accustomed to being cold, and even someone as enthusiastic as Fu Hongye could not attract him.

However, he couldn’t let his master worry about him anymore. He would seriously look for things along the way and see if there was anything in this world that could barely pique his interest. He didn’t expect to feel that it was great to be alive, just enough to feel that he was still alive.

For cultivators, how to find their own path was always a troublesome matter. Qianren pondered without results, and then shifted his gaze to Zhuge Qingtian by the river. With his physique, he didn’t need to rest at all. However, this ghost insisted on not appearing in public with disheveled hair, so Qianren, annoyed and helpless, had to find a river for him to groom himself. If anyone saw a red-clothed man sitting by the river in the middle of the night, taking off his head and combing it in his arms, they would probably faint on the spot. Qianren, however, was completely unaffected, only slightly frowning as he watched him struggle with his messy hair.

Ghosts were very sensitive to gazes. Seeming to notice that he was watching him, Zhuge Qingtian turned his head in his arms and spontaneously started a conversation. “Speaking of which, what was it that you threw in the well in Zhu Jiaji before you left, my wife?”

To Qianren, Zhuge Qingtian was a completely incomprehensible being. No matter what happened, this person only needed to be sad for a moment before he could spontaneously cheer up. He was clearly living in a dark world, but he lit his own light, beautifying everything into a colorful spectacle. Just like now, the people of Zhu Jiaji had never treated him well, but he was still worried that Qianren might poison them…

However, Qianren never wasted time trying to understand unknown beings, and it was no different this time. He coldly stated the truth, “It was just a medicine that causes impotence for ten years, not some powerful poison.”

He did this not with the intention of avenging Zhuge Qingtian and Fu Hongye, these two unlucky ghosts, but because he felt that as a well-known demonic cultivator, not harming ordinary people seemed to be a disservice to his reputation. Besides, he didn’t have any good feelings towards the people of Zhu Jiaji, although the reason for this lack of good feelings had something to do with the ghost in front of him…

Just as Qianren was thinking about what posture he should use to slap him awake if this ghost misunderstood and pounced on him, Zhuge Qingtian, after hearing that no one would die, completely forgot about Zhu Jiaji. He was just very impressed by the magical ability of his wife, whom he had taken a liking to, to make people impotent for ten years with a wave of her hand. He secretly thought that he couldn’t make his wife angry in the future, otherwise it would be terrible if he got poisoned.

However, before he could worry for a moment, he looked at his head and instantly cheered up, suddenly realizing, “That’s not right, I’m already dead and can’t do that anyway, so there’s no need to worry about this problem.”

As a corpse that moves with a soul, of course you don’t need to worry about this problem. But, were you just worried about that with that sympathetic expression? Is this something to be happy about? What exactly is in this person’s head? Tofu?

Looking suspiciously at this ghost, who was once again focused on fighting with tangled hair, Qianren finally discovered a truth: for Zhuge Qingtian, the head was indeed just a decoration, and so was the brain.

Although he had already concluded that this person’s head was probably filled with sweetened tofu pudding, considering his talkative nature, he could talk to himself all the way, Qianren wisely didn’t discuss this topic, only impatiently saying, “Why not just cut off the knotted parts? Anyway, dead people don’t feel pain.”

This head had been quite unlucky all the way. Even though Zhuge Qingtian carefully combed each strand of hair, it still looked messy. Hearing his urging, he immediately hugged his head in his arms, very vigilantly saying, “Don’t mess around, if a dead person’s hair falls out, it won’t grow back. I’ll go bald if I’m not careful!”

As a Nascent Soul cultivator who could regrow a broken arm, Qianren never imagined that dead people would have the trouble of going bald. Seeing how precious this person was about his dead body, he coldly held out his hand, “Give me the head.”

Staring blankly at his hand, Zhuge Qingtian’s first reaction was that this person found it troublesome and wanted to throw his head away again. But, if his wife wanted his head, how could he not give it? What if his wife didn’t want him if he didn’t give it?

So he could only reluctantly touch his hair, holding onto the resolve that he would go bald in the next second, and sadly handed his head over, “Wife, don’t kick it too far, it’s very troublesome to find my head.”

Did this ghost have some kind of misunderstanding about his ferocious demonic cultivator image? He wasn’t lively enough to want to kick a ball all the time.

Speechlessly glancing at this person who seemed to be sacrificing his head bravely, Qianren didn’t say anything. He just took the head and opened his celestial eye, enlarging every strand of hair in his field of vision. Then, he pointed his fingertip toward the river, and the river water instantly transformed into invisible silk threads, shuttling through the youth’s hair and scattering the tangled knots. In the blink of an eye, he had groomed that messy hair neatly.

Sighing in his heart that his killer skills, which had terrified countless dignitaries, were now used to comb hair, Qianren still threw the head back casually, but secretly glanced at the quiet, lowered face of the youth beneath the smooth hair. He thought that the youth’s features were quite good, and if he was quiet, he would also look like a refined and handsome young man.

Zhuge Qingtian really didn’t expect that this person would clean his hair for him. He wouldn’t think too highly of people anymore. Only by not having expectations could he avoid getting hurt. A person like him could only live happily in the world by not expecting to be liked from the beginning. In the past, when Zhuge Qingtian didn’t do things well, the people around him would only urge him to work harder or gather together to laugh at his embarrassment. In the past twenty-eight years, only this one man had proactively taken the initiative to help him resolve his problems.

Perhaps there were indeed many good people like Fu Hongye in this world, but he was unlucky. He waited for ten years, but no knight came to save him. Zhuge Qingtian only knew that the first person who helped him was a demonic cultivator who killed without batting an eye. Because he was the first one, he was the best person in the world.

Fondling his hair that had finally become smooth, Zhuge Qingtian felt that this was the happiest day of his life, and his way of expressing his emotions had always been very straightforward. So he excitedly said to the man, “Wife! You are the most gentle and virtuous wife in the world! Let’s get married!”

“You come here, and I will step on your head and crush it right now!”

Qianren had only taken the initiative to help because he saw that he was clumsy and didn’t know how long he would take to finish. Who knew that this ghost would say something like this, and his face immediately darkened.

However, before he could take action to let this suicidal guy know what “gentle and virtuous” truly meant, this person tentatively asked another question, “Um…would you really rather have me call you ‘wife’ forever than reveal your name?”

There was a rare hint of hesitation in the youth’s tone. His fingers nervously twisted around his hair, but he still smiled carelessly, as if he was prepared with words to ease the atmosphere even if the person in front of him coldly refused. Seeing him like this, Qianren couldn’t say the words of rejection.

He had originally thought that since they were strangers who had met by chance, there was no need for deeper interactions. He would hand this ghost over to the righteous sects for salvation, and there would be no further contact between them. He, a person with countless lives on his hands, had heard all kinds of harsh words. He had long stopped letting others’ titles affect his mood, and he had never taken this youth seriously, letting him call him whatever he wanted, and simply ignoring him. But now that he thought about it, if it was just an interaction to the extent of knowing each other’s real name, it shouldn’t be a problem.

“Bi Qianren.”

Qianren didn’t remember how long it had been since he had given his name in the martial world. For a moment, he didn’t know what kind of status he should add, and finally only spoke of the original meaning that his master had given him, “Standing like a thousand cliffs, without desire, one is strong. This is my name.”

“I am Zhuge Qingtian. My family originally hoped that I would achieve fame in the future and become a ‘Qingtian’ (Blue Sky) official who would speak out for the people, so they gave me this name. I only hope that the world in the future will also be like a clear blue sky, without darkness, with good weather.”

Looking up at this man, who still looked cold even after giving his name, Zhuge Qingtian spoke a serious sentence for once. He thought names were very important, and exchanging names meant that they knew each other and were no longer strangers. Yes, his relationship with Qianren was finally no longer a chance encounter. Although he didn’t know how long they would support each other, it was still a good start.

However, the wife he had taken a liking to was a very proud person, and if someone got too close, she might run away…

Thinking of this, he was in a very good mood. He looked the person before him up and down, and then shifted to his usual expression and started looking to the future. Suddenly, he worried, “Wife! I’ve discovered a terrible problem! You have no desires, and I’m impotent. Doesn’t that mean we’re destined to never consummate our marriage? What are we going to do?”

When he stated his name, Qianren was still a bit embarrassed. Such a formal self-introduction was like they intended to get closer, which exceeded Qianren’s limits for interacting with people. He was considering if he should hand this ghost over to the Xuanmen sect to deal with it, when he heard these words.

In that instant, he was no longer conflicted. He decisively kicked this person into the river and coldly spoke his mind to the ghost who was floundering to find his head, “I’m not interested in people, get lost!”

Ha, get married? Consummate the marriage? Impossible. Nothing would end his path of walking alone.

The author has something to say:

Zhuge Qingtian (excited): I waited ten chapters to finally ask my wife for her name!

Qianren (rebellious): Heh, if I say we won’t get married, then we won’t. I’d rather be impotent than marry.

He Huan (studying scholarly): But you’re only asexual, that has much more room for manipulation than impotence.

Qianren: What manipulation can an author who only spews nonsense have?

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