GB Chapter 31

There are many powerful fierce ghosts in the world, but the other party has targeted the Xia Huo bird, likely due to its unique gregarious nature. The milk of the Gu Huo bird can transform living infants into crying ghosts, and dripping the Gu Huo bird’s blood onto a pregnant woman’s clothing can cause a difficult birth, resulting in a blood-paste ghost. The cries of the crying ghosts can induce hallucinations, and the blood-paste ghosts are even more vicious, possessing cursed powers. The Gu Huo bird, which can cause these two types of ghosts to appear in groups, is indeed worthy of being listed as one of the top ten fierce ghosts by the Heavenly Dao Alliance.

This was also the reason why Qian Ren believed this matter was related to the God of Joy. Among the ghost gods, only he would specifically target living beings. The other party’s actions were extremely clean, all eyewitness ghosts were reduced to ashes, and there were no traces left along the way. If it were anyone else, there would be no way to handle this, but it was not a problem for Qian Ren.

He gathered his true qi at his fingernail and drew it across his middle finger, leaving a small wound at the tip. Such a small and almost invisible wound, upon appearing, seemed to unleash the seal of something terrifying. The surrounding air suddenly cooled, and even Zhuge Qingtian, as a ghost god, suddenly felt a pang of fear. Then, a small ball of thick black liquid dripped from the wound and pounced on Zhuge Qingtian with lightning speed.

The speed was too fast. Although Zhuge Qingtian saw it, he didn’t have time to react. Fortunately, Qian Ren already knew the liquid would do this. He slapped it back to the ground, then glanced at the flat, seemingly aggrieved liquid on the grass, tossed the Xia Huo bird feather to it, and said, “I didn’t tell you to eat him, go find the owner of this feather.”

Although the liquid was ravenous for ghost gods, it could only reluctantly swallow the feather at its master’s command. Then, it curled itself up and transformed into a normal bead, rolling away smoothly along the scent.

Zhuge Qingtian didn’t expect to see emotions in a pile of black liquid. He immediately forgot the danger and curiously asked, “Master, what is this little black ball?”

“It’s my demon blood. Don’t touch it, it will kill you.”

Qian Ren didn’t know much about his own identity. He only knew that he was different from others since childhood. Others’ blood was red, but his was black. Once injured, the blood would go berserk and devour all living things around him. He had only been seriously injured twice, and both times, the enemy was completely annihilated. Since then, no one in the world dared to fight him to the death.

“Bi Qianren is a demon spawn left behind by the Demon Lord. You absolutely cannot push him too far, or his father will come after you.” This saying had spread widely throughout the martial world, and all the major sects believed it to be true. They would never fight him unless absolutely necessary. Of course, amidst the tension, they could not help but curse He Huan for bringing Qian Ren into the human world.

Now, nearly eight hundred years had passed since the Demon Lord’s demise, but the righteous path still couldn’t believe that the great demon who almost destroyed the world was truly gone. Even when facing Qian Ren, they were still extremely cautious. This showed the former power of the demonic path, and it was no wonder that the elders of the Demonic Cult saw him as their last hope.

Qian Ren had asked his master about his background, but that person just laughed at him in his usual irreverent way, “Isn’t this great? Just consider the demonic energy in your body as protection from your father. Although it’s overbearing and cruel, it’s still a kind of love.”

Although it was just He Huan’s way of comforting him, Qian Ren knew that a demon who had once wanted to destroy the world could not possibly have any sort of love. However, during that time when he doubted his very existence, such comfort made him feel a little better. Later, as his cultivation became more profound, he could gradually control the demonic energy. Sometimes, it seemed to understand him and react to his words. Qian Ren stopped pursuing its origins. Even though this power meant he could not get close to anyone, at least it allowed him to live in the world. As long as he adapted to this loneliness, he could eventually live a good life.

Qian Ren’s demon blood possessed terrifying toxicity. Even a Nascent Soul stage cultivator would die suddenly if it entered their body, and ordinary ghosts would be devoured if they touched it. Although Zhuge Qingtian had lost his memories, he instinctively sensed the danger of this thing. However, just the thought of it being Qian Ren’s blood made him unafraid. Instead, he admired it, praising, “Master, I didn’t expect your blood to be so lively and cute.”

In his view, Qian Ren was usually so cold, his blood should also be cold. Now seeing that it was so lively, he was naturally surprised. However, Qian Ren, who was used to other cultivators panicking at the sight of demon blood, had only one comment for his fearless disciple, “Your taste is really unique.”

Although his identity was uncertain, it was a fact that the demonic energy in Qian Ren’s body came from the Demon Lord. Thus, this point was much more useful than any magical treasures in the world. In just a moment, the demon blood flew back silently, slamming straight into Zhuge Qingtian. Then, it was mercilessly caught by its own master, its plan to devour the ghost god and replenish its master’s body once again falling short.

Zhuge Qingtian didn’t know that the demon blood had seen him as a great tonic. Seeing it struggle in Qian Ren’s grasp, he greeted it enthusiastically, “Hey, Little Black, you’re back!”

“Don’t just give my demon blood a name, it has its pride.”

Qian Ren warned him with a headache. He thought to himself that Zhuge Qingtian was the type of person who would offer himself up to be eaten. Fortunately, he was still obedient. He didn’t reach out to touch it after being told not to. Otherwise, if the demon blood went crazy, even Qian Ren might not be able to control it.

The demon blood’s way of doing things was actually very simple, it devoured everything useful around it and gave it to its master, whether the master wanted it or not, it didn’t care. He Huan was right when he said it was overbearing love. Although, in Qian Ren’s view, this uncontrollable power was truly troublesome.

He glanced at the demon blood that was still eyeing Zhuge Qingtian, and finally said the most effective threat he had discovered recently through experimentation, “Be good and lead the way, or I’ll cut myself again.”

Zhuge Qingtian swore that was definitely the strangest threat he had ever heard in his life. But after those words, the demon blood actually stopped struggling, and just turned back into a small ball, bouncing along in front as a guide, seeming to be very afraid that Qian Ren would hurt himself.

Maybe this is what they call true love.

Silently sighing in his heart at the instantly obedient demon blood, Zhuge Qingtian curiously stared at Qian Ren. He had never heard of a puddle of blood having its own consciousness. He couldn’t help but ask, “Master, do all the organs in your body have their own consciousness? Should I say hello to your whole body?”

It was said that one thing would conquer another. The demon blood that made countless cultivators tremble in fear was like a toy in Qian Ren’s hand. However, when faced with Zhuge Qingtian’s bold ideas, Qian Ren was a bit overwhelmed. He could only stare at the demon blood ahead and seriously consider – was it too late to have the demon blood eat him?

However, silence was useless for Zhuge Qingtian. Seeing that Qian Ren didn’t speak, he reached out and held his master’s hand, and asked gently, “Hello, Hand Brother, can I hold you? If you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as a yes.”

Seeing that the man had actually put his hand on top of his, completely forgetting that he had been holding the demon blood just now, Qian Ren realized again what it meant to be truly unafraid of death. However, no one had dared to come so close to him all these years. Although the ghost god’s hand was cold, it still retained the softness of youth. Qian Ren was slightly stunned and let him get his way. He could only pull his hand away and glare at him, “The Demonic Cult has a rule that disciples cannot flirt with their masters.”

Zhuge Qingtian was no longer the country boy who had just entered the city. When he heard this, he knew that his master was fooling him. He questioned suspiciously, “Are you sure that’s a rule the Demonic Cult would have?”

However, he still underestimated the unrestrained nature of the demonic cultivators. Qian Ren solved the problem with just one sentence, “I made the rules, and starting today, that’s one of them.”

At this moment, Zhuge Qingtian’s understanding of the Demonic Cult finally aligned with that of the Heavenly Dao Alliance – it was truly a willful and careless sect.

However, as an obedient disciple, Zhuge Qingtian couldn’t help but fall into deep distress when facing this newly minted rule. What should he do? Recently, he really enjoyed provoking his master. Even if he was glared at or scolded because of it, he would still be very happy. He was an obedient and well-behaved disciple. Was it okay to be so reckless? Was there something wrong with him?

Qian Ren, although troubled by his behavior, wasn’t surprised. Young people always liked to do things that were different from others to prove that they were important. Because no one dared to touch Qian Ren, Zhuge Qingtian wanted to be closer to him. In this way, he would be the most special one. The current Zhuge Qingtian, who was not yet very confident, still needed these small special things to feel secure, so Qian Ren just let him do as he pleased, thinking that when he became a powerful ghost god, he would naturally learn to cherish his image. When he thought about his naive actions now, he would probably regret them very much.

However, the Demonic Cult Protector, who had never had close relationships with anyone, forgot that his face was still as young as it had been in his youth. Zhuge Qingtian, who didn’t have much concept of cultivators, simply couldn’t see this face, which at most could be called a big brother’s, as a senior. Therefore, he did not yet understand how much a strong, reliable, and loving man meant to a young man who had been neglected for so long.

While they each had their own thoughts, the demon blood completely ignored human’s complex emotions, and just led its master to where the food was, it excitedly moved about wanting to rush in and feast. Then, it was flattened to the ground by Qian Ren, only able to continue to squirm in grievance.

Qian Ren never bothered with the demon blood’s agitation. He only glanced around at the surroundings, slightly frowning, “This is the God of Joy’s villa, are you sure you want to go in?”

Zhuge Qingtian’s relationship with the God of Joy was still unknown, and looking at the vermilion palace walls, he was a little afraid, but ultimately said firmly, “As long as I am with you, I am not afraid.”

“Then let’s go see what this ghost god wants to do?”

Hearing him say this, Qian Ren didn’t try to persuade him further. They had to face the truth sooner or later. He then grabbed his disciple and leaped over the palace wall, infiltrating into the ghost god’s territory.

The author has something to say:

Zhuge Qingtian: Master, you’re my god! My god is perfect in every way! I want to be kissed, hugged, and lifted high by my god!

Qian Ren: What a respectful and loving child.

He Huan: Wake up, your son doesn’t want to be kissed, hugged and lifted high by you. When you were in your rebellious phase you thought of your master as an idiot every day.

He Ku: You’re better off, his poisonous tongue skills were all honed on me!

Qian Ren: I’m sorry, I still think of you as idiots.