GB Chapter 24

Lüling, a renowned spirit of heaven and earth, noticed Zhuge Qingtian’s unusual nature upon approaching him. A wisp of his ethereal hair circled around him, and he exclaimed in surprise, “When did the Ghost Domain get another Ghost God? Could it be that Yingxi and Fusang have finally gotten together?”

The amount of information in his words was substantial. Although Zhuge Qingtian resembled both the Gods of Joy and Sorrow, only a spirit like Lüling would dare to make such a bold guess. However, Zhuge Qingtian only responded blankly, “But the three Ghost Gods of the Ghost Domain only have Ghost Goddess as a woman.”

All the ghosts in the Ghost Domain have witnessed the God of Joy’s obsession with the God of Sorrow. Everyone knows that when the God of Joy was besieged by the Heavenly Dao Alliance, it was the God of Sorrow who rescued him. After that, the two have been entangled, fighting each other every year at the Ghost Domain’s grandest festival. Despite being so fiercely competitive for the title of Ghost Emperor, the God of Joy does not allow any malicious ghost to speak ill of the God of Sorrow. He even refers to him as “Sir,” just like the other ghosts, showing his profound affection.

Because of this, rumors have long been circulating among the gossiping ghosts in the Ghost Domain. With such behavior, if the God of Joy were a woman, it would undoubtedly be seen as love arising from a heroic rescue.

Ghosts with even richer imaginations responded by saying, “Who says men can’t develop affection? Same-sex love is still love.”

Finally, ghosts with vivid imaginations and rich experience concluded, “You don’t understand. Women marry heroes, while men take heroes as spouses. There’s a big difference.”

Regardless, anyone who provokes the God of Sorrow will be chased by the God of Joy for thousands of miles. The fact that bullying the God of Joy could possibly draw out the reclusive God of Sorrow is common knowledge in the entire Ghost Domain. As for why the latter is only possible, it’s entirely because the God of Joy’s ferocity is already a blessing if he isn’t causing trouble; there are simply not many powerful figures in the world who can bully him.

Therefore, upon hearing Zhuge Qingtian actually link the Ghost Goddess with the two same-sex lovers, Lüling retorted righteously, “Impossible! My dream girl would never fall for those two losers!”

The Ghost Goddess lives far away in a corner of the sea, and ordinary ghosts have no chance to see her true face. Only Lüling, with his speed, has seen her from afar. No one knows what kind of beauty this sole female Ghost God possesses, but since then, he has often lingered around Xiaoyu Mountain, and his intentions are quite obvious.

These scandals and anecdotes between important figures are widely circulated in the Ghost Domain, but outsiders have no way of knowing. Upon hearing this now, Zhuge Qingtian felt that the information given by the Tian Shi Mansion could be torn up. What a fierce Ghost God who harmed the living, it’s all fake.

Strangely enough, although Zhuge Qingtian didn’t remember who the God of Joy was, he inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity with the red-clad figure in the painting. Upon hearing Lüling belittle that person, he couldn’t help but say, “To be fair, the God of Joy looks better than you.”

“You brat, the ghost energy on you is exactly the same as that fellow Yingxi. I’d say you’re probably his new adopted son, no wonder you’re talking nonsense with your eyes open!”

Lüling, a spirit born from heavenly tribulation, has innate authority over ghosts. There aren’t many ghosts who dare to talk to him like this, so he concluded that this ghost must have some connection to the Gods of Joy and Sorrow. If not for a special status, how could he bring a zombie, one that even he found dangerous, as a bodyguard? He wasn’t interested in arguing with a junior, so he looked up at the gradually appearing Huanhun Island and decisively left with his lightning, leaving only a single sentence, “You wait, I’ll go and compare with Yingxi to see who’s better looking.”

Zhuge Qingtian didn’t know much about the Ghost Domain and didn’t understand what that meant. He simply looked at the spirit’s departing back with dissatisfaction, “Anyway, none of you are as good-looking as my wife.”

Only after Lüling left did Qianren have time to process his teeth into the fangs of a zombie. He was surprised to hear those words, and he reached out to flick the person’s forehead, reminding him of the cruel reality, “Wake up, you don’t have a wife.”

However, Zhuge Qingtian was not a Ghost God who could be easily defeated. Although he couldn’t feel any pain, he still instinctively covered his forehead and stubbornly said, “Then, do you want a wife?”

Of course, Qianren’s response today was still the same, “No, get lost.”

With the guidance of the Yin Water, the spirit boat quickly approached Huanhun Island. This was the first time both of them had reached the center of the Ghost Domain. They had expected a cold and gloomy place, but they found it very different from their imagination. Huanhun Island itself was a small island, but in the center, there was a tall willow tree reaching into the clouds. Even when looking up from the sea, its top was not visible. Only countless branches hung down from the clouds, their emerald green color like curtains, enveloping the entire island. When the sea breeze came, they danced on the water, creating ripples.

As the spirit boat passed through the willow curtain, the brightly lit island came into view. Perhaps to welcome the annual Ghost Festival, ghosts were already busy, and new ghosts were constantly docking at the port. Those who had already arrived were joining the crowds, hanging large red lanterns on all the buildings of Huanhun Island. Unlike the colorful decorations of mortals celebrating festivals, this place had only the color of bright red. That extremely intense red was reflected in the seawater, both eerie and strangely enchanting.

It was already autumn, but white willow catkins still flew in the air on Huanhun Island. Zhuge Qingtian reached out and caught a strand, but his eyes couldn’t leave this magical scene, and he couldn’t help but sigh, “I didn’t expect that the place where ghosts live could be so lively.”

“Ghosts were also people before they died, so naturally they like liveliness.”

Qianren replied softly, knowing that he was used to the coldness of the mass grave and couldn’t help but feel emotional upon seeing such a gathering place for his kind. The youth usually kept a deliberate cheerfulness on his face, but now this joy, though faint, was genuine. Seeing him leaning on the boat’s edge and smiling quietly, Qianren suddenly felt that this trip was worthwhile. Even if there might be some trouble, it would be good to let this person make a few friends. Normal people were not like him; they would need family and friends to live well. He hoped that God of Joy was an elder who knew how to take care of people better than him.

Ghosts were able to float in the air from birth, and ordinary ghosts could simply drift here with the sea breeze. However, most ghosts with some cultivation chose to come by boat to show their status. By this time, many boats were already docked at the port. Some were large ships pieced together from skulls, some were simple rafts woven from thatch, and there was even a giant fish skeleton. Their slightly dilapidated spirit boat looked quite normal in comparison.

During the Zhong Yuan Festival, all the fierce ghosts in the world gathered on Huanhun Island. When they landed, only a few ghosts looked curiously at Zhuge Qingtian’s appearance, but there was no commotion. This was exactly the situation that Qianren hoped for. In fact, he didn’t mind remaining this quiet until the end. As for stopping the invasion of humans by Ghost Gods, that was the mission of the Heavenly Dao Alliance. As a demonic cultivator, he was already being kind to his status as a living person by not joining the Ghost God’s team.

Just as Qianren was surveying his surroundings, Zhuge Qingtian’s gaze was drawn to the river lanterns floating on the sea. The river lanterns made by the ghosts were only red and white. The colors, which initially appeared eerie on their own, now looked unexpectedly gentle as they were scattered on the dark water. Looking at the lotus lanterns of the same color as him drifting away with the sea breeze, the youth’s eyes were full of novelty, and he pulled his closest companion, wanting to share the sight, “Wife, look, the lanterns are so pretty!”

Qianren had never been moved by beautiful things. In the past sixty years, he had seen the world’s beauty but never found it any different from the wind and sand of the northern desert. As long as there wasn’t a mission, he could turn and leave without any attachment. Now, looking at Zhuge Qingtian’s joyful appearance, this cold-blooded killer had the thought for the first time that he might stay here a little longer.

Such an idea, close to normal people, was truly a long time coming for him. Therefore, looking at Zhuge Qingtian, who had helped him regain some of his past emotions, he rarely asked, “Do you want one?”

Since they had met, Qianren had always seemed indifferent to everything. Zhuge Qingtian had gotten used to asking for what he liked. After all, this man was so emotionally detached that he didn’t even show anger. As long as he acted spoiled and playful, he could usually get his way.

At this moment, Zhuge Qingtian didn’t know that Qianren, as the Demonic Cult’s Great Protector, wasn’t without a temper. He simply never got angry at him. He thought that their relationship would probably stay like this forever. Who knew that Qianren would ask him what he wanted now? So, did that mean that the man was becoming familiar with him? Was their relationship closer than before?

Zhuge Qingtian, who had never had close friends, wasn’t sure how to judge relationships between people. He didn’t dare to ask these questions, as he feared the rejection would be hard to recover from. So, he asked with hope, “Will you buy one for me?”

He hadn’t expected that this person, who usually only pestered him to buy things, would learn to be polite today. Qianren glanced at him, naturally seeing through his unease and anticipation. He thought that if his master were here, he would surely comfort this person, but he would never learn such enthusiasm and gentleness. In the end, he just said with a calm tone, “If you don’t bother me tonight, I might consider it.”

Qianren had traveled the world for many years, seen countless villains, and also met many kind and good people. So, he forgot that although there were many good people in the world, not everyone could meet them. For many, such ordinary concern was already the ultimate tenderness in the world.

The man’s cold appearance had never stopped Zhuge Qingtian. From the moment he received an affirmative answer, he became happy, and with this excitement, he put his bold thoughts into action, lunging toward the man and shouting, “Wife, you’re so good to me!”

However, in front of the great demon, all brave men could only die before achieving their mission. Before he could hug him, Qianren quickly grabbed his head. After trying to reach with his arms and realizing that the height difference was too big, this Ghost God could only sigh helplessly, “Why are your reactions so fast?”

“Your movements are too easy to predict.”

Qianren coldly glanced at him. He was now somewhat able to predict Zhuge Qingtian’s actions. This person was too young when he died, and he hadn’t grown much in the following ten years. So, he didn’t know that there were many dangerous things in the world that he shouldn’t touch, such as fierce demons, deadly poisons, and Bi Qianren.

Seeing that this person had given up struggling, Qianren slowly released him. Although he knew it was useless, he still warned, “Don’t make physical contact with me carelessly. You’ll die if you’re not careful.”

As expected, Zhuge Qingtian completely ignored him, tugging on Qianren’s clothes and walking next to him, saying, “It’s not like I haven’t died before.”

This was the first time Qianren had encountered someone who wasn’t afraid of death. In the end, he could only calmly advise, “You are also a Ghost God. Don’t be so happy over such ordinary things. Later, many people will give you more precious things. You should learn to be more picky.”

“What’s given is not important, I’m happy because of the person who gives it.”

Zhuge Qingtian was not stupid. He had already understood at Tian Shi Mansion how powerful a Ghost God was, and he remembered that the old Taoist priests were no match for him at first. But he also knew that when he was still a wild ghost from the countryside, only the man beside him had seen him and taken him away from that nightmarish place. Many people would give the Gods of Joy and Sorrow precious treasures, but there was only one Bi Qianren who was willing to buy river lanterns for the annoying ghost Zhuge Qingtian. So, he would never let go.

The youth’s expression was firm, and Qianren didn’t try to persuade him further. He simply grabbed two red and white lanterns from a stall and waved them at him, “Come here, choose one you like.”

The paper lanterns were clearly not lit, but when the red and white colors collided, Zhuge Qingtian felt that even the man’s cold face became bright. He couldn’t help but think about another bold idea – if he chose the person holding the lantern, how long would it take to swim back from the sea?

The author has something to say: Zhuge Qingtian: Touring, shopping, and giving gifts, this is a date!

Qianren: Put away your bold thoughts!

He Huan: Disciple, it’s not okay to run away after flirting with someone!

Qianren: Get out!

Author: My son, I stayed up all night to help you, can you feel the love of your mom?

Qianren: You too get out!

There is another chapter today, I’ll try to finish it as soon as possible, stay steady, we can win!

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