GB Chapter 7

It’s hard to say what caught their eye about this small place, but since ten years ago, bandits have plagued the mountain roads outside Zhu Jiaji. They rob and kill all passersby, throwing the bodies in the mass grave by the road, so that over the years, except for the transport teams organized by the government, no one from Zhu Jiaji has been able to leave and return alive.

In Zhuge Qingtian’s memory, he woke up in the mass grave after being killed by bandits. At that time, he didn’t know how to use his power. It wasn’t until he returned to the city and killed the woman who had deceived him that he gradually learned to command little ghosts to do things.

However, just as he was wandering in the wild, unsure what to do, a young man in white suddenly broke in. To Zhuge Qingtian, who had grown up in Zhu Jiaji since childhood, the young man’s magical true energy, his completely different words and actions from ordinary people, and his firm belief that he was upholding the righteous path, even willing to die for it, were all unfamiliar and dazzling. Although the young man inexplicably cut off his head, his gaze never left the young man, even as his head fell.

Zhuge Qingtian and Fu Hongye were the same age, but their fates were completely different. The young man, in his white robe with cloud patterns, soared through the sky, stepping on frosty leaves, while he could only hide in the desolate wilderness, waiting for a reincarnation that might never come, and could even be eliminated by a passing knight if he wasn’t careful. In the past, Zhuge Qingtian had never imagined that a person could live like that. He didn’t know who the young man in white was, or why he had come, but he was very envious of the spiritedness that seemed to gather all the glory of the world.

Later, an old Taoist passing by told him, “You must try to restrain your ferocity. As long as the resentment on your body disappears, you can go to reincarnate and be a human again.”

From then on, Zhuge Qingtian found meaning in staying in the mortal world. Every day, he tried hard to reason with himself, not to hold any malice towards anyone, and spent every cold night alone and harmless in these mountains. He thought that he must work hard to reincarnate, and then completely get rid of this unlucky life, and be as successful in the next life.

Although Zhuge Qingtian didn’t know Fu Hongye, the young man was his hope for the future. Whenever he was about to give up, he would think of that person’s appearance, and then encourage himself that as long as he persevered, everything would get better, at least he still had a next life.

Even now, looking at the way the black-robed man sighed when he mentioned this person, Zhuge Qingtian was still very envious. After he died, no one investigated his cause of death, let alone sought revenge for him. Even now, he wasn’t sure if his wife would sigh for him if he suddenly disappeared. Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but ask, “Wife, is it true that as long as you are born in the outside world, you can become like you?”

“Life outside is indeed much better than here, but if you want to have a happy life, don’t learn from me or Fu Hongye.”

Zhuge Qingtian’s thinking was actually very simple. At this time, seeing Qian Ren’s expression, he guessed seven or eight points. To mortals, cultivators themselves were worthy of admiration. However, it was just that Zhuge Qingtian had happened to meet these two, who weren’t doing so well among cultivators.

Sighing in his heart, he opened his hand, presenting the snow-white jade pendant he had picked up in front of the ghost, and only asked, “Do you know what this is?”

Naturally, Zhuge Qingtian didn’t know. Qian Ren didn’t wait for him to answer, and immediately said faintly, “This is a travel jade pendant for disciples of the Xuanmen. Once its owner dies, it records the scene of his death and returns to the Xuanmen. The innkeeper just now threw this at you, probably thinking it was an evil-repelling object. This jade is never separated from Xuanmen disciples, let alone given to others. Someone must have secretly taken it when Fu Hongye was off guard. He was killed by the people he wanted to protect. I’ve been puzzled on the way, why my master would let a demonic cultivator with an awkward identity like me intervene in this matter, but now I understand that this is indeed a task that righteous cultivators cannot accomplish.”

The Xuanmen, as the leader of the righteous path, has always had many enemies in the martial world, and their protection measures for their disciples are very good. If it was just an attack, Fu Hongye’s death would have been transmitted to the Xuanmen through the protective jade pendant. Knowing this, no one would dare to kill him while risking being pursued by the Xuanmen. But this jade appeared in the hands of the innkeeper, so he was undoubtedly an accomplice in the incident, or rather, not just him. All the people in this town who knew about the ghost god sacrifice but did not tell the truth to the Xuanmen were not innocent.

Fu Hongye and the Xuanmen trusted these villagers too much. In their eyes, these were victims oppressed by ghosts and gods. They were righteous knights who came to save these people. Since all the villagers said that Zhuge Qingtian had turned into a fierce ghost and that there was indeed a fierce ghost outside the city, it was natural that there was no falsehood.

Fu Hongye believed them, went to the mass grave to subdue Zhuge Qingtian, and was seriously injured; later, the Xuanmen disciples who searched for Fu Hongye’s whereabouts also believed them, thinking that the fierce ghost had been subdued and Fu Hongye had already left. Only He Huan, who did not hesitate to speculate on the world with malice, noticed something was wrong from the files.

Coming from the demonic path, he knew that in such secluded places, there were too many ways to shut ordinary people up. They did not trust outsiders and always judged everything with their own fixed perspective. They worked diligently and lived their whole lives in their own world, and they weren’t really bad, after all, they were just ignorant. Because of their ignorance, they could be easily deceived with some lies, and because of their ignorance, they buried the hope of being rescued with their own hands out of fear.

This was the reason why He Huan gave the task to Qian Ren. The Xuanmen was a model for the righteous path in the world, and everything they did had to be justified. Even if they found out the cause of Fu Hongye’s death, they couldn’t do anything to the deceived people. Even the local government had to be handled by the imperial court. And this was not the best outcome for the deceased.

From the moment the innkeeper threw the jade pendant, Qian Ren understood what his master wanted him to do. But facing Zhuge Qingtian’s still youthful and innocent eyes, he still did not speak of the cruel reality. He glanced at the vermilion gate of the yamen and only said, “You wait here. Once I’ve finished the task, I’ll take you to the outside world.”

“Wife, you won’t leave me, will you?”

What Qian Ren was about to do was not suitable for Zhuge Qingtian, who wanted to live in the sunlight, to see. Faced with the young man’s worry, he casually untied his hair ribbon and handed it over, “This was given to me by my master. You take it, and I’ll come back to get it soon.”

“Okay, then you have to hurry. I’ll scare people after dawn.”

Seeing Zhuge Qingtian obediently sit on the steps to wait without any suspicion, Qian Ren raised his hand, and a massive demonic aura instantly shattered the vermilion gate that symbolized the government. He stepped inside.

The hazy moon was awakened from the clouds. Under the bright moonlight, the demonic cultivator reached out and gently stroked his loose long hair. When the black hair slipped from his fingertips, several strands of hair coiled around his finger joints. With the movement of his fingers, the hair silently spread out, and then, everyone who heard the noise had their heads fall and blood splatter, not knowing what killed them until their deaths.

Qian Ren had practiced demonic cultivation for more than sixty years. At the age of twenty, he used a sword because it was the most handsome and dashing weapon when killing under the moon. At the age of thirty, he loved using daggers because he learned to hide his edge and kill invisibly. By the time he was fifty, he no longer carried external objects because he himself was the deadliest weapon in the world. He could extinguish all living things around him with just a gesture.

To Qian Ren, there were only people who didn’t need to be killed and dead people in this world. So he never lied. Saying that he could resolve things quickly meant that he really was sending all the living people in the entire yamen into the underworld with a raise of his hand.

However, he still remembered his task. He pushed open a door, reached out and grabbed the awakened magistrate by the neck, and asked in a voice devoid of any emotion, “How did Fu Hongye die?”

The man on the bed was only at the Body Refinement stage. Qian Ren could kill him with a flick of his finger, but such a weak existence was a prominent figure in Zhu Jiaji. He had deceived the people of the entire town, and even Fu Hongye, whose cultivation was far greater than his, had been defeated here. This magistrate was not stupid, and as soon as he saw Qian Ren like this, he knew he couldn’t defeat him. He didn’t resist, only pretending to be confused, “Hero, what are you talking about? I don’t know this person!”

His expression was indeed very sincere. If a righteous cultivator had come, they would have stopped to ask questions to avoid killing the innocent. Unfortunately, he was facing a demonic cultivator. Qian Ren glanced at him without speaking, and with a wave of his finger in the air, a severed arm fell to the ground.

This action was too easy. Even the magistrate himself didn’t realize what had happened until a moment later. He clutched his severed arm and screamed, “What are you going to do? I am an official appointed by the court and protected by the Emperor! You martial arts cultivators cannot kill me!”

Every emperor in this world was appointed by heaven. After the emperor ascended to the throne, he was protected by a celestial beast. When seated in the imperial palace, his power was comparable to a cultivator transcending tribulation. Therefore, even the Xuanmen had to give the imperial court some face and not interfere in official matters. However, this was a rule set for the peace of the human world. Why would a demonic cultivator, who was incompatible with the righteous path, need to care?

In the man’s collapsing gaze, he broke another one of his legs. Qian Ren’s expression did not change. He only repeated his question, “I’m asking you, how did Fu Hongye die?”

“I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you everything! Please let me go, I beg you…”

Coldly watching the man, who had been stern and strong earlier, grovel in front of him begging for mercy, Qian Ren’s expression remained calm. He thought that for the overall situation, it would be best to solve everything peacefully according to the rules. However, even though he had been personally taught by his master, who had the world in mind, since childhood, he was still addicted to the pleasure of doing whatever he wanted. The elders were right, he was a natural demon. He couldn’t stand to see anyone he disliked living in this world.

He was a bad person, and he would never want to be a good person in this life. Fu Hongye was a good person, but he hadn’t learned how to be a good person yet. For Zhuge Qingtian, they were really not worthy of being role models.

The author has something to say: Qian Ren: So you guys stole Fu Hongye’s equipment and guarded his respawn point? Tell me, how do you want to die?

Zhuge Qingtian: Obediently being an experience baby waiting for my wife to grind monsters.jpg

Author: The little BOSS next door, look carefully, this is the dark-hearted gong!

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