GB Chapter 30

Chapter 30

The Guhuoniao is transformed from women who died while carrying their unborn children. Pregnancy and childbirth are originally the happiest moments for a woman, and the resentment produced by a sudden change at this time is the most ferocious. If an ordinary woman dies in childbirth, she will transform into a bloody ghost, always holding the bones of her dead fetus in her hand. Her trail is marked by bloodstains, and ordinary people will die of heart palpitations upon encountering her.

However, if the woman who died was a powerful cultivator, she would transform into a Guhuoniao. A cultivator’s soul remains conscious after death. Their resentment and confusion cause them to return to their bodies and undergo a ghoulification, their feet becoming eagle claws, their arms transforming into wings, and their hair tying into a bundle of feathers. Dark red feathers cover their bodies like clothing, but their faces and exposed skin remain as they were in life. However, there is often a long stitched scar on the abdomen, indicating that this corpse once gave birth.

Because the women who can become Guhuoniao have a cultivation level of at least the Golden Core stage, they were often regarded as celestial maidens in ancient times when cultivators did not often appear in the human world. Therefore, some people call them the Celestial Emperor’s Maidens.

Although Guhuoniao are ghoulified by resentment, they still retain their wisdom and cultivation from their lives. They often live in groups of two or three, driving bloody ghosts to patrol and protect their nests. They are tormented by the loss of their children. As long as they hear a baby crying, they believe it is their own child and take it away. They then feed the child with ghost milk, raising them into half-human, half-ghost weeping ghosts.

Weeping ghosts are covered in dark green moss, with a ferocious ghost face behind their heads, but a naive child’s face on the front. They often lure passersby to the Guhuoniao’s nest with their cries, where they become food for the Guhuoniao.

Therefore, a large Guhuoniao nest often gathers many fierce ghosts. Several small righteous sects that went to subdue them were completely annihilated, and they harmed many common people in the early years. In Qian Ren’s memory, it was after He Huan returned to the Xuan Sect and the Heavenly Dao Alliance, which no longer needed to fight against the Demonic Path, finally had time to take action. They gathered the righteous path forces to jointly encircle and annihilate them.

Afterwards, Sword Lord He Ku summoned famous doctors from around the world to research the technique of cesarean sections. He also opened a medical cultivation branch in the Xuan Sect to spread knowledge and teachings, thereby cutting off the source of Guhuoniao production from the root. The world has not seen any traces of such ghosts since then.

In legends, after Guhuoniao’s resentment is resolved, they transform into Xiahuoniao and focus on raising their children without doing evil anymore. However, the pain of losing a child is not easily resolved. Although many Guhuoniao appeared in the past, no one has ever seen a Xiahuoniao. Therefore, in various classics, it is only regarded as an ancient speculation.

The group of madmen in the Xuan Sect, who think about sacrificing themselves for the world every day, never leave any loopholes once they take things seriously. If they say they will wipe out Guhuoniao, they will definitely not let even one go. Therefore, Qian Ren is quite surprised that there is actually a Xiahuoniao on this island.

The White Mist Forest is somewhat far from the seaside market. The ghosts who dare to leave the protection range of the Fu Sang God and settle here are all strong. Thinking that although Zhuge Qingtian is a ghost god, he doesn’t quite know how to use his power, Qian Ren instructed him:

“Be careful. Guhuoniao are gregarious ghosts. There are often other fierce ghosts patrolling around their nests.”

“But there are no traces of ghosts here.”

Ghost gods all have their own ghost domains. Although Zhuge Qingtian’s ghost domain is not as powerful as other ghost gods due to insufficient resentment, it is still enough to sense the presence of ghosts around him. However, hearing him say this, Qian Ren’s eyes turned colder. “It’s precisely because there are no ghosts that we need to be more careful.”

In a place where ghosts gather, there aren’t any ghosts to be seen. This means that something has indeed happened here, and it’s a big event that even the Fu Sang God hasn’t noticed. The only thing that can block a ghost god’s perception is another ghost god of equal strength. Concluding that this matter cannot be separated from the God of Joy, Qian Ren became more vigilant.

This guess was quickly verified. When they followed the Big Head Ghost to the Xiahuoniao’s nest, all that appeared before them was a patch of spiritual ash.

The so-called spiritual ash is the mark left by the annihilation of ghosts. Ghosts do not have blood or corpses. Once they are dispersed, they turn into ash and dissipate with the wind, never to form again. Ordinary spiritual ash disappears with a gust of yin wind. The reason why the spiritual ash here is still lingering is because it is trapped by a formation and cannot scatter.

The Xiahuoniao’s nest was just a treehouse. Although it was made of branches and vines, the interior was no different from an ordinary home. Even the stove, which was useless to ghosts, was left in the house. It could be seen at a glance that the owner had attachments to her life before. Picking up the scattered dark red feathers, Qian Ren also looked at the few scratches outside the treehouse. It could be determined that the Xiahuoniao was summoned out of the house by someone, and then the two sides fought. It seemed that the person who came had won.

There were many spiritual ashes here, and the Wanguishu Academy still had no movement. It seems that all the ghosts in the White Mist Forest have been removed. The reason why the Big Head Ghost was able to escape was probably because the resentment on his body was extremely weak, almost indistinguishable from ordinary wandering souls. Hiding in this room covered in the Xiahuoniao’s sha qi made him difficult to detect.

Just as he was twirling the feather and thinking about the other party’s motives, the Big Head Ghost, who was originally quietly held by Zhuge Qingtian, suddenly struggled down. The eyes, barely visible on his big head, shed two lines of blood tears, pointed to the bottom of the bed, and wailed to them, “Mother… dear…”

“It seems that he was hidden here and escaped the disaster.”

Looking at the feathers under the bed that were just enough to cover a child, Qian Ren guessed that the Xiahuoniao knew that she could not escape, so she hastily used her own aura to hide him under the bed, and then took the initiative to go out to lure away the attacker. It seems that she really treated this widely mocked Big Head Ghost as her son. Thinking of this, he sighed, “I was wrong before. He is not looking for his mother, but is seeking help.”

The Big Head Ghost’s body was only the size of a two-year-old child. He had no fighting ability himself. In the past, he would hide in the corner whenever he saw a powerful ghost. Today, he specifically bumped into the crimson fierce ghost, simply because he wanted to find a powerful figure to help him bring back his Xiahuoniao. He cannot speak, and his understanding of the world is only limited to the memory of being mocked by other ghosts. The Xiahuoniao is the only ghost who is good to him. Therefore, even knowing that powerful ghosts look down on him, he still wants to find a ghost who is willing to help him rescue the Xiahuoniao. Although this may seem like a futile effort to others, it is an important choice that he is gambling with his life.

Precisely because he understands how important this is, Zhuge Qingtian remained silent for a long time when he saw the spiritual ash in the formation. Now, after hearing Qian Ren’s deduction, his face is even more sorrowful. “Why do such terrible things? They are already dead. Once they turn into spiritual ash, they completely disappear…”

“Xiahuoniao became a ghost from her corpse. After her death, she should have left a corpse. I think the other party must be after her.”

Qian Ren has seen many cases of massacres in the Jianghu. At this time, he still calmly analyzed the situation, knowing that Zhuge Qingtian, with his status, will have a high probability of encountering these kinds of things in the future. He deliberately asked, “The opponent is most likely the God of Joy. Although I don’t know why he did this, I’m afraid that fighting against him will lead to a full-force annihilation. So what are we going to do now? Pretend we didn’t see it and leave this little ghost here or continue to investigate?”

The God of Joy? The man in the portrait who he felt a sense of familiarity with, is he the kind of person who would do such a thing?

Opening his eyes wide in surprise, Zhuge Qingtian subconsciously grabbed his master’s sleeve. He recalled the powerful aura of the Fu Sang God that made him a little afraid. He was suddenly afraid that if Qian Ren became an enemy with the God of Joy, he might not be able to retreat unscathed. He subconsciously said, “Master, I didn’t expect this to be such a dangerous thing…”

“Not every good deed in this world requires just a simple lift of a finger. Sometimes, the price of meddling can be so high that you can’t imagine it.”

Seeing his expression, a trace of relief flashed in Qian Ren’s eyes. In this Jianghu, the biggest enemy of new cultivators is not others but their own impulsiveness. Being afraid is a good thing. Understanding how to predict danger will allow one to learn how to avoid danger. Calmness will allow one to live longer.

However, although they know this, people in the Jianghu still have times when they act on emotion. For example, him, he just brought a fierce ghost into the human world and gained a disciple. The amount of effort it takes is something that he couldn’t have imagined when he made that decision.

Qian Ren is very serious about any decision he makes. Since he has taken in a disciple, he must train Zhuge Qingtian into the strongest ghost god in the Jianghu. He will impart all the survival rules he learned from bloody battles. He will pave the way for Zhuge Qingtian’s future, allowing this disciple’s Jianghu journey to be far smoother and more open than his own. He hopes that the schemes and conspiracies that he gritted his teeth to overcome, Zhuge Qingtian will not have to experience again, and that the friendship and affection he never had, this disciple can experience one by one. Only then could he be considered surpassing his teacher.

He had already seen through Zhuge Qingtian’s character. He knew that he was actually a young man who was very sensitive to feelings and very good at learning from lessons. However, after being deceived once while having a blank expression, he had now learned to observe the environment before entering the treehouse. He would certainly quickly learn to be cautious in his actions. However, it was not necessary to let the young man grow up in a hurry right now.

He gently patted his disciple’s head. His face remained cold and indifferent, but the words he spoke were full of pride, “However, Bi Qianren is a true demon. If I don’t persecute others, the people of the Jianghu should be burning incense and worshipping Buddha. There are very few who dare to provoke me on their own. Therefore, before you learn to control your ghost god powers, if you want to do something, you might as well try to borrow my power.”

In the past, when He Huan was still in the Demonic Path, Qian Ren was the most fearsome blade under his command. Now, in the Demonic Cult, his edge still causes the Heavenly Dao Alliance to be on high alert. This world-renowned Demonic Path blade can only be wielded by the number one person in the Demonic Path, until today when Zhuge Qingtian was also allowed to borrow his power.

The young man did not know how much power Qian Ren, who was secretly called the Demon Lord’s Blade by the Heavenly Dao Alliance, had hidden. At this moment, through the man’s palm, he only felt endless peace of mind. He believed in this person. Even if Qian Ren had never demonstrated any abilities, as long as he said that he could withstand the sky falling down, Zhuge Qingtian firmly believed that he could do it. He was a headless ghost, so his trust in Qian Ren did not require any factual basis or rational thinking. To Zhuge Qingtian, his master’s words were the truth.

Therefore, although his heart was filled with emotions at this time, he ultimately did as Qian Ren said. He turned around and hugged him, his chin resting on the man’s chest, and his words were full of flattery, “Master, I’ll massage your legs and shoulders, can you help me find his mother?”

The two were already extremely close. This pounce was truly unexpected. Even with Qian Ren’s reaction speed, he was still caught off guard, and could only look down at the disciple who was hugging him tightly with a dark face, “Tell me, what gave you the courage to do such a suicidal act?”

However, what responded to him was Zhuge Qingtian’s innocent gaze, “Didn’t your words mean ‘I can help you, so hurry up and beg me’? Or do you want me to change my pose and do it again?”

Silently looking at his expression, which was completely telling the truth, Qian Ren finally realized a terrifying reality—perhaps the biggest obstacle for Zhuge Qingtian to become a powerful ghost god was not the dangers of the Jianghu, but his completely unpredictable way of thinking.

Experience can be accumulated, power can be cultivated, but if the mind is sick, even if his cultivation is heaven-defying, there is no salvation!

The author has something to say: Qian Ren: Before you finish your training, if there are monsters you can’t beat, summon me to do the mission.

Zhuge Qingtian: Master, I’m being abused by single life, please help me end it quickly!

Author: Your master Bi Qianren has initiated a vendetta against you.

Qian Ren: Oh, then you should just go die.

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