GB Chapter 2

Chapter 2

To explain why Qianren was entangled with this fierce ghost, we have to go back to midnight last night.

Since Qianren was in the business of being an assassin, he was a calm and cautious person. Even if the target was just a small mountain town, he still collected information and made thorough preparations.

This Zhu Jiaji was surrounded by mountains, with little arable land and no conditions for trade. Originally, it was not suitable as a county town for residence. It was only because a favored concubine of an emperor of the former Xiliang dynasty had a unique taste for the wild fruits of this mountain that the emperor specifically ordered people to migrate here to pick them, and this is how Zhu Jiaji came to be. Xiliang had been destroyed for many years. The new emperor naturally had no interest in these wild mountain fruits. Those in the town who could afford it had moved away, and the remaining villagers made a meager living by searching for herbs.

It was precisely in such a remote and impoverished place that strange and evil things were prone to occur. Ten years ago, a passerby mentioned that Zhu Jiaji was using young women as sacrifices to ghosts and gods every month. If others had heard this, they might have brushed it off, but a Xuanmen disciple named Fu Hongye was present at the time. He immediately asked for the location of Zhu Jiaji and rushed to this place, hoping to rescue the innocent women being sacrificed.

Qianren had never understood the way of thinking of these righteous cultivators from the Xuanmen sect who sought to save the world. He only knew that Fu Hongye had gone and never returned. The Xuanmen sent people to Zhu Jiaji to inquire, but they could not find any trace, so they simply treated him as missing. It was not until He Huan organized the files a few days ago that he realized that this matter was suspicious and sent Qianren to investigate.

Occasionally, when cultivators had an epiphany, they would go into seclusion for decades. It was also normal for those from the righteous and demonic paths to die in the mountains while fighting. Therefore, various sects were already accustomed to the disappearance of their disciples. As long as it was not a core disciple who had an accident, they basically would not pay much attention. Although Qianren knew that his master must have a deeper meaning in sending him to investigate a Xuanmen outer disciple, he was still puzzled as he walked on the road.

The sky was overcast that day, the moon was hidden, and there were no stars. The mountain forest at midnight was very quiet. Walking on the small path full of weeds, only the sound of his own footsteps and the rough sound of dry leaves rubbing against the ground echoed each other. If it were anyone else, they would not dare to walk alone at night in this situation. Qianren, who had excellent night vision, did not feel any discomfort. After all, he was born with an amazing amount of demonic energy within him, and any ghost with a bit of sense would not dare to come looking for death.

However, he seemed to have forgotten that the ghosts in these rural areas might never have encountered a demonic cultivator in their lives and might not recognize what demonic energy was. For example, right now, the air suddenly turned cold, and the dew on the grass gradually condensed into frost. In the dark path ahead, a wedding procession dressed in red was walking towards him.

The bridal sedan that was coming towards him had no other color except blood red. Even the tassels swaying on the sedan were a red blur. The sedan bearers and attendants were also dressed in red from head to toe, with red paper cuttings covering their faces. Only the young man sitting on top of the sedan, with his eyes closed, was wearing a pure white undergarment and a bright red wedding robe. However, upon closer inspection, one would discover that the man’s white clothing was actually hemp clothing used for mourning. The clashing red and white was truly terrifying.

As the distance between them closed, the small ghosts walking on both sides of the sedan scattered paper money like children playing, and only the eerie laughter echoed continuously among the flying paper pieces.

“Hehe.”

“Hehe.”

“Hehe.”

Such a formation was not from ordinary small ghosts. A trace of coldness flashed in Qianren’s eyes. The demonic energy in his body was fully accumulated, but he stood still with his arms crossed, ready to strike at any moment.

In Qianren’s view, since Zhu Jiaji had been making sacrifices to ghosts and gods for ten years, this wedding procession was either the resentful souls of the dead women or the wedding procession of the ghost and god being sacrificed. Judging from the current situation, the latter possibility was obviously higher. Good, since he had encountered it today, it saved him the trouble of searching. Let the demonic cultivator Qianren meet this ghost groom.

This fierce ghost was indeed coming for him. The group of red-clad figures surrounded him tightly, silently waving their sleeves and dancing around the black-clad man. These strange movements clearly had the meaning of ancient sacrificial dances. Qianren gathered demonic energy at his fingertips, thinking that it was not bad to choose a fierce and evil ghost for his first battle since re-entering the world.

As if anticipating his move, when the demonic energy appeared, the groom, who was originally sitting quietly with his eyes closed on top of the sedan, suddenly opened his eyes. Their gazes met suddenly. Qianren was slightly surprised, only to discover that this ghost’s face was still young. Although his complexion was the pale white unique to the dead, he could still be considered a handsome youth.

Judging by his age, he was only about eighteen years old. For a cultivator, it was a good age to enter the world and have adventures. It was a pity that he had become a ghost at such a young age.

Qianren sighed softly in his heart, thinking that he was indeed old now. When he had first entered the world, the only distinctions he made were between people who should be killed and those who should not. Now, he would care about who the enemy was.

Up to this point, everything was normal. A demonic cultivator who had re-entered the world encountered a fierce and evil ghost. They only needed to have a good fight, the sword would decide the world, life and death were of no concern, that was what Jianghu was about.

However, it was as if something had broken. The fierce ghost who was supposed to be his opponent suddenly became sad after clearly seeing his face. Just as Qianren was wondering if this person had some connection with him, he sighed sadly, “Alas, another man. He’s even taller than my bridal sedan when he stands. How can I possibly fit him in?”

Qianren had cultivated for many years and had basically met the masters of both the righteous and demonic paths. He had even had a tenacious battle with Qing Xuzi, the number one cultivator in the world. He thought he could face any opponent calmly, but this was the first time he had been disliked for being too tall to fit in the bridal sedan. At this moment, Qianren only looked down at his strong body, which was impossible to be mistaken for a woman, and began to wonder what kind of taste these men who engage in homosexual relationships had.

This young man’s words seemed to have opened the switch to a plot breakdown. The small ghosts who had been dancing in circles were also a little tired. Looking at Qianren, who had no reaction on his face, they asked, troubled, “Boss, what should we do if he doesn’t move?”

Hearing this, the fierce ghost turned his head to look at the living person they had caught. Indeed, his face was like an ice sculpture, and his eyebrows had not even moved. In his memory, ordinary people were afraid when they encountered ghosts. He didn’t feel that anything was wrong at this time, only sighing, “Alas, how pitiful, he’s so scared that his face is stiff. Oh well, a man is a man, I will treat you well, my husband.”

Qianren, whose face had been expressionless for ten thousand years: “…”

Seeing these small ghosts actually carry the bridal sedan in front of him, Qianren finally understood that he had overthought it. These were not opponents worth fighting at all. These rural small ghosts didn’t even recognize him as a demonic cultivator!

Yes, he, the most unattractive male cultivator in the demonic path, the former Great Protector of the Joyous Palace, who had lived for sixty-eight years without even a dual cultivation partner, finally reached the peak of his charm today—he was being forcefully abducted by a fierce ghost!

However, regarding this shocking reality, Qianren expressed that his heart was completely unmoved and he even wanted to kill someone.

Coldly looking at the bridal sedan in front of him, Qianren did not hesitate to raise his foot. With a loud crash, the annoying sedan was shattered into pieces. The broken red cloth fell in all directions. He glanced at the ghosts floating in mid-air in confusion. Just as he was about to send this arrogant fellow on his way, he heard the small ghost who was carrying the sedan shout in a miserable voice, “Boss! He kicked the top of the bridal sedan off with one foot, what long legs!”

The fierce ghost had originally realized that this man was not easy to provoke and wanted to run away. However, he subconsciously looked over after hearing this. The bodies of cultivators were originally more toned than ordinary people. It was the first time he had seen such a handsome man, so he couldn’t help but exclaim, “They really are long legs!”

Where on earth had he hit his head to consider this kind of rural small ghost as a worthy opponent?

Speechlessly looking at this group of ghosts who did not understand the situation at all, Qianren found that bullying these fools did not seem to be in line with his identity as a demonic cult protector. In the end, he still withdrew his demonic energy and just kicked the annoying head.

“Run! The boss’s head was also kicked away!”

As soon as this happened, a group of small ghosts indeed scattered and fled in fear. However, Qianren’s depressed mood was not relieved. He had originally wanted to kick this ghost soul away with one kick so that he would no longer have to see him, but who knew that he only kicked away the head. The half of the body was still standing in front of him and was even persistent in continuing its suicidal behavior, grabbing his boot and saying, “Um, this long-legged hero, you look like you don’t have a wife. It just so happens that I don’t either. Since the bridal sedan has already been kicked, do you mind just going through the motions of worshiping heaven and earth and having a wedding with me?”

He took back his previous sigh, this person’s death was not a pity at all. He could even go after a demonic cultivator like him. This was undoubtedly a lecherous ghost!

Expressionlessly looking at this headless fierce ghost, Qianren finally could not calm down. He kicked his body into the sky as well, “Get out! If you appear in front of me again, I will definitely make you disappear!”

The above is the full experience of the Great Assassin Bi’s first encounter with a ghost.

Qianren’s master, He Huan, had once said to him that most ghosts were transformed from people who had been killed unjustly and had nowhere to seek justice. As a demonic cultivator with taste, bullying righteous cultivators was part of their professional ethics, but digging up corpses to refine ghost souls was just too low-class. After all, the stench of corpses was too disrespectful to their dual cultivation partners.

Qianren had already learned to only listen to the useful parts of his master’s words. He also had some understanding of fierce ghosts. He knew that young ghosts like this one were mostly those who had died on the way to their wedding. Only by successfully completing the marriage ceremony and dissolving their obsessions could they enter reincarnation again. Qianren had been practicing diligently for decades and now could faintly see the will of the heavens. Thinking that those who had died on such a joyous day were also a bit pitiful, he did not dwell on his impudent behavior and let him go once.

However, this did not mean that he could tolerate this fierce ghost’s repeated harassment of him. Looking at the ghost who was not afraid of death at all and appeared in front of him again, Qianren thought that he might as well just make this fellow disappear.

The author has something to say:

Fierce ghost: My wife is a long-legged, peerless demonic cultivator. His only hobby is to kick my head like a ball!

Qianren: I refuse to accept this package!

Author: Think of it this way, at least he appreciates you! Can other humans do that!

Some scenes referenced Mr. Lam Ching-ying’s “Mr. Vampire”, a movie that made me fall in love with ghost films 233