“Hey, hey… Ghost Princess, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Ghost Princess’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact made Ghost Princess’s vision blur, and a strong sense of familiarity surged in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes like lightning.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely soul, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest demon cave—the ghostly traitor. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Little… Little You…”
In the blink of an eye, Ghost Princess blurted out her daughter’s name as her finger blade had just withdrawn from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was thrusting towards Qiao San’s eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, despising every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which made Ghost Princess, transformed into the Three-Colored Demon King, wish to gouge them into two large holes.
“Ghost Princess, my dear, let me help you again!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. As Ghost Princess’s hair pierced the false body, the rogue’s true form wrapped his arms around her, embracing her perfectly proportioned spirit body.
“Whoosh…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memory had not faded at all. Being drained by Ghost Princess was his lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly traitor often appeared in his dreams, leaving a blemish on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he not only wanted to erase the only shadow in his heart but also to once again savor the unique allure of the ghost race.
“Ah!” The masculine scent filled her nostrils, and the images in the half-ghost’s heart became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter and the humiliation etched into her soul surged into her heart. In a fit of rage, Ghost Princess, the Demon King, opened her mouth and bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, her teeth pulling fiercely, determined to tear off the rogue’s flesh.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had already mutated within Ghost Princess, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s imagination. As the sharp pain spread from his chest, the stars in his eyes had not yet faded when the Xuan Wind Cauldron suddenly surged with power.
The magical artifact descended, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Ghost Princess were both sucked into the cauldron.
A sudden change occurred, and the yin winds swirled. Instead of retreating, the female demoness advanced, reaching out her jade hand, hoping to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” A half-scream echoed in place. As the yin winds subsided, at the moment the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force even sucked the female demoness inside!
The natural mountain breeze gently swayed, and the majestic Xuan Wind Mountain quietly waited, anticipating the final victor to emerge from the floating Xuan Wind Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon hid at the horizon. Unconsciously, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
※※※※※※※※
In a miraculous space, three figures fell like meteors. The swirling yin winds chilled to the bone, and the dense black fog made it impossible to see even an inch ahead.
“Thud, thud, thud!” Three muffled sounds followed as the figures finally landed. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you end up here too?” Qiao San hurried to the female demoness, the radiant Qiankun Sword becoming the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demoness, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Quickly, capture Ghost Princess and make her let us out!”
“Ha, ha…” Ghost Princess suddenly let out a piercing laugh. Her black and green hair, illuminated by the sword light, appeared even more eerie. The red light at the tips of her hair seemed to be either cheering or going mad, flickering intensely.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghost woman are even more unreasonable than this rogue!”
The trapped fury robbed Qiao San of his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually only liked to wrong others boil with anger. “Ghost Princess, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And, ten years ago in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Thinking of how his mother died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Little You’s reaction back then, the Three-Colored Ghost Princess was momentarily surprised but remained unwavering in her desire to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of this. Let me tell you, I didn’t come in here planning to leave. This is the Chaos Space. Even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason. Her once plump and beautiful face was now twisted, and the venomous hatred in her eyes was palpable. If looks could kill, Qiao San would have already turned to ashes.
“Damn it!” Amidst the crude curses, the rogue, who originally intended to say that Little You wasn’t dead, changed his mind in his anger.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. He ignored the mad ghost woman and took off into the air with the female demoness. “Ghost Princess, do you think this little Xuan Wind Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed, and the rogue used the sword to clear a path, flying forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had limits, and with one strike, he could surely break through the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long time, Qiao San, still flying straight, suddenly halted. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Ghost Princess.
“Giggle, giggle…” The Three-Colored Ghost Princess’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice filled with mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to death, you won’t get out! Giggle, giggle… Don’t think you can threaten me. Your auntie can self-destruct at any moment!”
Facing an opponent who wasn’t afraid of death, anyone would be troubled. Qiao San, who had already locked Ghost Princess’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and flew up again, still unwilling to believe.
“Hey, hey… Oni Princess, it seems you’ve truly lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Oni Princess’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact blurred Oni Princess’s vision, stirring a strong sense of familiarity in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes in rapid succession.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely spirit, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest cave—the ghostly betrayer. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young maiden lingered in her memory.
“Xiao… Xiao You…”
In the blink of an eye, Oni Princess called out her daughter’s name as her finger blade withdrew from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, aimed for his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, despising every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which the transformed Oni Princess, now the Three-Colored Demon King, wished to gouge out.
“Oni Princess, my darling, let me help you once more!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. As Oni Princess’s hair skewered his decoy, the rogue’s true form wrapped his arms around her voluptuous spirit body.
“Whoosh…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memories remained intact. The shame of being drained by Oni Princess was a lifelong disgrace, and the scene of the ghostly betrayer often haunted his dreams, leaving a blemish on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he aimed not only to erase the shadow in his heart but also to once again savor the unique allure of the ghost race.
“Ah!” The masculine scent overwhelmed her, and the images in the half-ghost’s mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter, the humiliation etched into her soul, all surged into her heart. A wave of furious rage erupted, and Oni Princess, the Demon King, bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, determined to tear his flesh.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had mutated within Oni Princess, and the vengeful spirit’s power exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. Pain shot through his chest, and before the stars in his eyes could fade, the Xuan Wind Cauldron’s power surged.
The treasure descended upon them, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Oni Princess were both sucked into the cauldron.
A sudden change occurred, and the yin winds swirled. The female demoness, instead of retreating, reached out her jade hand, hoping to pull Qiao San from danger.
“Ah!” A half-scream echoed as the yin winds subsided, and at the moment the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force sucked the female demoness in as well!
The natural mountain breeze gently stirred, and the majestic Xuan Wind Mountain waited in silence for the final victor to emerge from the floating Xuan Wind Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon hid at the horizon. Unbeknownst to them, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
※※※※※※※※
In a mystical space, three figures plummeted like meteors. The swirling yin winds chilled to the bone, and the dense black fog obscured all vision.
“Thud, thud, thud!” Three muffled sounds followed as the figures finally hit the ground. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you end up here?” Qiao San rushed to the female demoness, the radiant Qiankun Sword now the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demoness, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Quickly, capture Oni Princess and make her release us!”
“Gah, gah…” Oni Princess suddenly let out a piercing laugh. Her black and green hair, illuminated by the sword’s light, appeared even more eerie. The red light at the tips of her hair seemed to be cheering or perhaps going mad, flickering intensely.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghostly woman are even more unreasonable than this rogue!”
The trapped fury robbed Qiao San of his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually enjoyed wronging others boil with anger. “Oni Princess, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And ten years ago, in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Remembering how his mother had died due to his kindness, he cursed, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Xiao You’s initial reaction, the Three-Colored Oni Princess was momentarily surprised but remained steadfast in her desire to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of this. I came in here with no intention of leaving. This is the Chaos Space; even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason. Her once plump and beautiful face was now twisted, and the venomous hatred in her eyes was palpable. If looks could kill, Qiao San would have been reduced to ashes.
“Damn it!” Amidst the crude curses, the rogue, who had initially intended to say that Xiao You wasn’t dead, changed his mind in his anger.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. Ignoring the mad ghost woman, he took off with the female demoness. “Oni Princess, do you think a mere Xuan Wind Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword’s light flashed as the rogue used it to carve a path, speeding forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had limits and that a single strike from his sword could shatter the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long flight, Qiao San suddenly halted. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Oni Princess.
“Giggle, giggle…” The Three-Colored Oni Princess’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice filled with mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to your death, you won’t escape! Giggle, giggle… Don’t think you can threaten me. Your auntie can self-immolate at any moment!”
Faced with an opponent unafraid of death, anyone would be at a loss. Qiao San, who had already locked Oni Princess’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and, still unbelieving, took off once more.
“Hey, hey… Ghost Princess, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Ghost Princess’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact made Ghost Princess’s vision blur, and a strong sense of familiarity surged in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes in rapid succession.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely spirit, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest cave—the ghostly traitor. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Little… Little You…”
In the blink of an eye, amidst the myriad of images, Ghost Princess called out her daughter’s name just as her finger blade withdrew from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was about to pierce his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, loathing every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which made the transformed Ghost Princess, now the Three-Colored Demon King, wish to gouge them out.
“Ghost Princess, my dear, let me help you again!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the thirty-six celestial transformations. As Ghost Princess’s hair skewered his illusion, the rogue’s true form wrapped his arms around her, embracing her perfectly proportioned spirit body.
“Hu…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memories had not faded at all. Being drained by Ghost Princess was his lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly traitor often haunted his dreams, leaving a stain on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he not only wanted to erase the shadow in his heart but also to once again savor the unique allure of the ghost race.
“Ah!” The masculine scent overwhelmed her, and the images in the half-ghost’s mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter, the humiliation etched into her soul, all surged into her heart. A wave of furious rage erupted, and Ghost Princess, now a demon king, opened her mouth and bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, her teeth tearing fiercely, determined to rip the flesh from the rogue.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had already mutated within Ghost Princess, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. Agony shot through his chest, and before the stars in his eyes could fade, the Xuan Wind Cauldron’s power suddenly surged.
The treasure descended upon them, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Ghost Princess were both sucked into the cauldron.
A sudden change occurred, and the yin winds swirled. Yet, the female demoness did not retreat but instead stepped forward, reaching out her jade hand in an attempt to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” A half-scream echoed in place. As the yin winds subsided, at the moment the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force sucked the female demoness in as well!
The natural mountain breeze gently swayed, and the majestic Xuan Wind Mountain waited silently, anticipating the emergence of the final victor from the floating Xuan Wind Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon hid at the horizon. Unnoticed, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
※※※※※※※※
In a mystical space, three figures plummeted like meteors. The drifting yin winds chilled to the bone, and the dense black fog made it impossible to see even a hand in front.
“Bang, bang, bang!” Three dull thuds sounded in succession as the figures finally hit the ground. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you end up here too?” Qiao San hurried to the female demoness, the radiant Qiankun Sword now the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demoness, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Quick, grab Ghost Princess and make her let us out!”
“Ha, ha…” Ghost Princess suddenly let out a piercing laugh. Her black and green hair, illuminated by the sword’s light, looked even more eerie. The red light at the tips of her hair seemed to be either cheering or going mad, flickering intensely.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghost woman are even more unreasonable than this rogue!”
The trapped anger ruined Qiao San’s mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually enjoyed wronging others boil with rage. “Ghost Princess, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And, ten years ago in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Thinking of how his mother had died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Little You’s initial reaction, the Three-Colored Ghost Princess was momentarily surprised but remained steadfast in her desire to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t try to sweet-talk me. I came in here with no intention of leaving. This is the Chaos Space. Even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason. Her once plump and beautiful face was now twisted, and the venomous hatred in her eyes was palpable. If looks could kill, Qiao San would have been reduced to ashes.
“Damn it!” Amidst the crude curses, the rogue, who had initially intended to say that Little You wasn’t dead, changed his mind in his anger.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. He ignored the mad ghost woman and took off with the female demoness. “Ghost Princess, do you think a mere Xuan Wind Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed, and the rogue used it to carve a path, flying forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had limits and that a single sword strike would surely break the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long while, Qiao San, still flying straight, suddenly halted. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Ghost Princess.
“Ha, ha…” The Three-Colored Ghost Princess’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice filled with mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to your death, you won’t escape! Ha, ha… Don’t try to threaten me. Your auntie can self-destruct at any moment!”
Faced with an opponent who wasn’t afraid of death, anyone would be at a loss. Qiao San, who had already locked Ghost Princess’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and took off again, still unwilling to believe.
“Xiao… Xiao You…”
“Hey, hey… Ghost Princess, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Ghost Princess’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound disappeared instantly.
The miraculous impact made Ghost Princess’s vision blur, and a strong sense of familiarity surged in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes like lightning.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely soul, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest demon cave—the ghostly betrayer. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Xiao… Xiao You…”
In the blink of an eye, as Ghost Princess called out her daughter’s name, her finger blade had just withdrawn from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was thrusting towards his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, hating every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which made her, transformed into the Three-Colored Demon King, wish to pierce them into two large holes.
“Ghost Princess, my dear, let me help you again!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. As Ghost Princess’s hair skewered his decoy, the rogue’s true form wrapped his arms around her, embracing her perfectly proportioned spirit body.
“Hu…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memory had not faded at all. Being drained by Ghost Princess was his lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly betrayer often appeared in his dreams, leaving a stain on his glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start over, he not only wanted to erase the only shadow in his heart but also to taste the unique charm of the ghost race once more.
“Ah!” The male scent overwhelmed her, and the images in the half-ghost’s heart became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter, the humiliation etched into her soul, all surged into her heart. Driven by mad fury, Ghost Princess, as a demon king, opened her mouth and bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, her teeth pulling fiercely, determined to tear off the rogue’s flesh.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had mutated within Ghost Princess, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. The intense pain from his chest made the stars in his eyes linger, and the Xuan Wind Cauldron suddenly surged with power.
The magical artifact descended, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Ghost Princess were both sucked into the cauldron.
A sudden change occurred, and the chilling winds swirled. The female demon, however, advanced instead of retreating, reaching out her jade hand, hoping to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” A half-scream echoed in place. As the chilling winds subsided and the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force sucked the female demon in as well!
The natural mountain breeze gently swayed, and the majestic Xuan Wind Mountain waited silently, anticipating the final victor to emerge from the floating Xuan Wind Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon hid at the horizon. Unknowingly, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
※※※※※※※※
In a mystical space, three figures fell like meteors. The swirling chilling winds cut to the bone, and the dense black fog made it impossible to see even a hand in front.
“Bang, bang, bang!” Three dull thuds followed as the figures finally hit the ground. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you get in here too?” Qiao San hurried to the female demon’s side, the radiant Qiankun Sword becoming the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demon, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Quickly, grab Ghost Princess and make her let us out!”
“Ha, ha…” Ghost Princess suddenly let out a piercing laugh. Her black and green hair, illuminated by the sword’s light, looked even more eerie. The red light at the tips of her hair seemed to be either cheering or going mad, flickering intensely.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghost woman are even more unreasonable than me, the rogue!”
The trapped fury made Qiao San lose his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually only liked to wrong others boil with anger. “Ghost Princess, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And, ten years ago in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Thinking of how his mother had died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Xiao You’s initial reaction, the Three-Colored Ghost Princess was momentarily surprised but remained determined to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t try to sweet-talk me. Let me tell you, I didn’t come in here planning to leave. This is the Chaos Space; even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason. Her once plump and jade-like face was now twisted, and the venomous hatred in her eyes shot out. If looks could kill, Qiao San would have already turned to ashes.
“Damn it!” In the midst of his crude curses, the rogue, who had originally intended to say that Xiao You wasn’t dead, changed his mind in his anger.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. He ignored the mad ghost woman and took off into the air with the female demon. “Ghost Princess, do you think a mere Xuan Wind Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed as the rogue used it to carve a path, flying forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had its limits, and with one strike of his sword, he could surely break through the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long time, Qiao San, still flying straight, suddenly halted. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Ghost Princess.
“Ha, ha…” The Three-Colored Ghost Princess’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice filled with mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to death, you won’t get out! Ha, ha… Don’t try to threaten me; your aunt can self-destruct at any moment!”
Faced with an opponent who wasn’t afraid of death, anyone would be at a loss. Qiao San, who had already locked onto Ghost Princess’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and flew up again, still unwilling to believe in the supernatural.
“Hey, hey… Ghost Princess, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Ghost Princess’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact blurred Ghost Princess’s vision, stirring a strong sense of familiarity in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes in a rapid cycle.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely spirit, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest cave—the ghostly deceiver. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and a ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Little… Little You…”
In the blink of an eye, as Ghost Princess called out her daughter’s name, her finger blade had just withdrawn from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was thrusting towards his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, loathing every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which she wished to gouge out as the three-colored demon queen.
“Ghost Princess, my dear, let me help you once more!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the thirty-six celestial transformations. As Ghost Princess’s hair skewered his decoy, the rogue’s true form wrapped his arms around her, embracing her perfectly proportioned spirit body.
“Whoosh…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to subtly emerge.
The man’s memories had not faded at all. Being drained by Ghost Princess was his lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly deceiver often haunted his dreams, leaving a stain on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he not only wanted to erase the only shadow in his heart but also to once again savor the unique allure of the ghost clan.
“Ah!” The masculine scent filled her nostrils, and the images in the half-ghost’s mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter, the humiliation etched into her soul, all surged into her heart. In a fit of mad rage, Ghost Princess, the demon queen, opened her mouth and bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, her teeth pulling fiercely, determined to tear flesh from the rogue.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had already mutated within Ghost Princess, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. Pain shot through his chest, and before the stars in his eyes could fade, the Xuan Wind Cauldron suddenly surged with power.
The treasure descended upon them, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the three-colored Ghost Princess were both sucked into the cauldron.
A sudden change occurred, and the yin winds swirled. Yet, the female demoness did not retreat but instead advanced, reaching out her jade hand in an attempt to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” A half-scream echoed in place. As the yin winds subsided and the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual waves even sucked the female demoness inside!
The natural mountain breeze gently stirred, and the majestic Xuan Wind Mountain quietly awaited, waiting for the final victor to emerge from the floating Xuan Wind Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon hid at the horizon. Unconsciously, a day and a night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
※※※※※※※※
In a magical space, three figures plummeted like meteors. The drifting yin winds chilled to the bone, and the dense black fog made it impossible to see even an inch ahead.
“Thud, thud, thud!” Three muffled sounds followed as the figures finally hit the ground. Amid cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you end up here too?” Qiao San hurried to the female demoness, the radiant Qiankun Sword now serving as the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demoness, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Quickly, capture Ghost Princess and make her release us!”
“Gah, gah…” Ghost Princess suddenly let out a piercing laugh. Her black and green hair, illuminated by the sword’s light, appeared even more eerie. The red light at the tips of her hair seemed to be either cheering or going mad, flickering intensely.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghost woman are even more unreasonable than this rogue!”
The trapped fury robbed Qiao San of his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually enjoyed wronging others boil with anger. “Ghost Princess, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And ten years ago, in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Remembering how his mother had died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Little You’s reaction, the three-colored Ghost Princess was momentarily surprised but remained resolute in her desire to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of this. I came in with no intention of leaving. This is the Chaos Space; even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason. Her once full and beautiful face was now twisted, and the venomous hatred in her eyes could have turned Qiao San to ashes if looks could kill.
“Damn it!” In his rough cursing, the rogue originally intended to say that Little You wasn’t dead, but in his anger, he changed his mind.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. He ignored the mad ghost woman and took off into the air with the female demoness. “Ghost Princess, do you think a mere Xuan Wind Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed, and the rogue used it to carve a path, flying forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had limits and that a single sword strike could break the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long flight, Qiao San suddenly halted. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Ghost Princess.
“Giggle, giggle…” The three-colored Ghost Princess’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice full of mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to death, you won’t escape! Giggle, giggle… Don’t think you can threaten me. Your aunt can self-immolate at any moment!”
Facing an opponent who wasn’t afraid of death, anyone would be at a loss. Qiao San, who had already locked Ghost Princess’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and flew up again, still unwilling to believe.
“Hey, hey… Onihime, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Onihime’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact blurred Onihime’s vision, stirring a strong sense of familiarity in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes in a rapid cycle.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely spirit, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest cave—the ghostly betrayer. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Xiao… Xiao You…”
In the blink of an eye, amidst a myriad of images, Onihime called out her daughter’s name just as her finger blade withdrew from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was about to pierce his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, loathing every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which the transformed Onihime, now the Three-Colored Demon King, wished to gouge into two large holes.
“Onihime, my dear, let me help you once more!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. As Onihime’s hair skewered his decoy, the rogue’s true form encircled her, pulling her voluptuous spirit into his embrace.
“Whoosh…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memories remained intact. Being drained by Onihime was his lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly betrayer often haunted his dreams, leaving a blemish on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he aimed not only to erase the shadow in his heart but also to once again savor the unique allure of the ghostly race.
“Ah!” The masculine scent overwhelmed her, and the images in the half-ghost’s mind grew clearer. The pain of losing her daughter, the humiliation etched into her soul, all surged into her heart. A wave of furious rage erupted, and Onihime, the Demon King, bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, determined to tear flesh from bone.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had already altered within Onihime, and the vengeful spirit’s power exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. Pain shot through his chest, and before the stars in his eyes could fade, the Xuanfeng Cauldron’s power surged.
The treasure descended upon them, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Onihime were both sucked into the cauldron.
A sudden change occurred, and the yin winds swirled. Yet, the female demoness advanced instead of retreating, reaching out with her jade-like hand, hoping to pull Qiao San from danger.
“Ah!” A half-scream echoed as the yin winds subsided. At the moment the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force pulled the female demoness in as well!
The natural mountain breeze gently swayed, and the majestic Xuanfeng Mountain waited in silence, anticipating the emergence of the final victor from the floating Xuanfeng Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon hid at the horizon. Unbeknownst to them, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
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In a mystical space, three figures plummeted like meteors. The drifting yin winds chilled to the bone, and the dense black fog obscured all vision.
“Thud, thud, thud!” Three muffled sounds followed as the figures finally landed. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you end up here?” Qiao San rushed to the female demoness, the radiant Qiankun Sword now serving as the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demoness, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuanfeng Cauldron. Quick, capture Onihime and make her release us!”
“Gah, gah…” Onihime suddenly let out a piercing laugh. Her black and green hair appeared even more eerie under the sword’s light, the red glow at the tips of her hair flickering intensely, whether in joy or madness.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghostly woman are even more unreasonable than this rogue!”
The trapped fury robbed Qiao San of his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” fueled the blood of one who usually enjoyed wronging others. “Onihime, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And, ten years ago in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Remembering how his mother had died because of his kindness, he cursed, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Xiao You’s initial reaction, the Three-Colored Onihime was momentarily surprised but remained steadfast in her desire to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of this. I came in here with no intention of leaving. This is the Chaos Space; even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason, her once beautiful face now twisted. The venomous hatred in her eyes was palpable; if looks could kill, Qiao San would have been reduced to ashes.
“Damn it!” Amidst the crude curses, the rogue, who had initially intended to say that Xiao You wasn’t dead, changed his mind in his anger.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. Ignoring the mad ghost woman, he took to the air with the female demoness. “Onihime, do you think this little Xuanfeng Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed as the rogue used it to carve a path, speeding forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had limits and that a single strike from his sword could shatter the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long flight, Qiao San suddenly halted. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Onihime.
“Giggle, giggle…” The Three-Colored Onihime’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice filled with mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to your death, you won’t escape! Giggle, giggle… Don’t think you can threaten me; your auntie can self-immolate at any moment!”
Faced with an opponent unafraid of death, anyone would be troubled. Qiao San, who had already locked onto Onihime’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and took to the air once more, still unwilling to believe in the impossibility.
“Hu…” A heavy breath filled the space, and the flame of desire began faintly flickering.
“Hey, hey… Ghost Princess, it seems you’ve truly lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Ghost Princess’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact made Ghost Princess’s vision blur, and a strong sense of familiarity surged in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes in rapid succession.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely soul, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest cave—the ghostly betrayer. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Xiao… Xiao You…”
In the blink of an eye, amidst thousands of images, Ghost Princess called out her daughter’s name just as her finger blade withdrew from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was about to pierce his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, despising every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which made the transformed Ghost Princess, now the Three-Colored Demon King, wish to gouge them out.
“Ghost Princess, my darling, let me help you again!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the Thirty-Six Heavenly Changes. As Ghost Princess’s hair skewered his decoy, the rogue’s true form wrapped his arms around her voluptuous spirit body.
“Hu…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memories had not faded; being drained by Ghost Princess was a lifelong shame. The scene of the ghostly betrayer often appeared in his dreams, leaving a stain on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he not only wanted to erase the shadow in his heart but also to once again savor the unique allure of the ghost race.
“Ah!” The masculine scent filled her nostrils, and the images in the half-ghost’s mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter, the humiliation etched into her soul, all surged into her heart. A wave of furious rage overwhelmed her, and the Ghost Princess, a demon king in her own right, opened her mouth and bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, her teeth tearing at his flesh, determined to rip it off.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had already mutated within Ghost Princess, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. The intense pain from his chest made the stars in his eyes linger, and the Xuan Wind Cauldron suddenly surged with power.
The treasure descended upon them, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Ghost Princess were both sucked into the cauldron.
A sudden change occurred, and the yin winds swirled. The female demon, however, did not retreat but instead reached out with her jade-like hand, hoping to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” A half-scream echoed in place. As the yin winds subsided, at the moment the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force sucked the female demon in as well!
The natural mountain breeze gently swayed, and the majestic Xuan Wind Mountain waited silently, anticipating the emergence of the final victor from the floating Xuan Wind Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon hid at the horizon. Unnoticed, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
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In a miraculous space, three figures fell like meteors. The swirling yin winds chilled to the bone, and the dense black fog made it impossible to see even a hand in front.
“Bang, bang, bang!” Three dull thuds followed as the figures finally hit the ground. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you end up here?” Qiao San hurried to the female demon, the radiant Qiankun Sword now the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demon, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Quick, grab Ghost Princess and make her let us out!”
“Ha, ha…” Ghost Princess suddenly let out a piercing laugh. Her black and green hair, illuminated by the sword’s light, looked even more eerie. The red light at the tips of her hair seemed to be either cheering or going mad, flickering intensely.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghost woman are even more unreasonable than me, the rogue!”
The anger of being trapped made Qiao San lose his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually only liked to wrong others boil with rage. “Ghost Princess, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And, ten years ago in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Remembering how his mother had died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Xiao You’s reaction back then, the Three-Colored Ghost Princess was momentarily surprised but remained steadfast in her desire to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of this. I came in here with no intention of leaving. This is the Chaos Space; even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason. Her once plump and jade-like face was now twisted, and the venomous hatred in her eyes was palpable. If looks could kill, Qiao San would have already turned to ashes.
“Damn it!” In his rough cursing, the rogue originally intended to say that Xiao You wasn’t dead, but in his anger, he changed his mind.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. He ignored the mad ghost woman and took off with the female demon. “Ghost Princess, do you think a mere Xuan Wind Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed as the rogue used it to carve a path, flying forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had its limits, and with one strike, he could surely break through the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long while, Qiao San, still flying straight, suddenly halted. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Ghost Princess.
“Ha, ha…” The Three-Colored Ghost Princess’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice full of mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to your death, you won’t escape! Ha, ha… Don’t think you can threaten me. Your auntie can self-destruct at any moment!”
Faced with an opponent who wasn’t afraid of death, anyone would be at a loss. Qiao San, who had already locked onto Ghost Princess’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and, still disbelieving, took off again.
Now, he had a chance to start over. Not only did he want to erase the only shadow in his heart, but he also longed to taste once again the unique charm of the ghost clan.
“Hey, hey… Ghost Princess, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Ghost Princess’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact made Ghost Princess’s vision blur, and a strong sense of familiarity surged in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes in rapid succession.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely soul, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly seducer in the demon cave of the ghost forest—finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Little… Little You…”
In the blink of an eye, as Ghost Princess called out her daughter’s name, her finger blade had just withdrawn from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles and swords, was thrusting towards his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, despising every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which made the transformed Ghost Princess, now the Three-Colored Demon King, wish to gouge them out.
“Ghost Princess, my dear, let me help you again!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the thirty-six celestial transformations. As Ghost Princess’s hair pierced the decoy in all directions, the rogue’s true form encircled her, embracing her perfectly proportioned spirit body.
“Whoosh…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memories had not faded at all. Being drained by Ghost Princess was his lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly seducer often appeared in his dreams, leaving a stain on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he not only wanted to erase the only shadow in his heart but also to once again savor the unique allure of the ghost race.
“Ah!” The masculine scent filled her nostrils, and the images in the half-ghost’s mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter and the humiliation etched into her soul surged into her heart. In a fit of rage, Ghost Princess, the Demon King, opened her mouth and bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, her teeth pulling fiercely, determined to tear off the rogue’s flesh.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had already mutated within Ghost Princess, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. The intense pain from his chest made the stars in his eyes linger, and suddenly, the power of the Xuan Wind Cauldron surged.
The treasure descended upon them, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Ghost Princess were both sucked into the cauldron.
A sudden change occurred, and the yin winds swirled. The female demon, instead of retreating, stepped forward, extending her jade-like hand, hoping to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” A half-scream echoed in place. As the yin winds subsided and the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force even sucked the female demon inside!
The natural mountain breeze gently swayed, and the majestic Xuan Wind Mountain quietly waited, anticipating the emergence of the final victor from the floating Xuan Wind Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon hid at the horizon. Unnoticed, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
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In a magical space, three figures fell like meteors. The drifting yin winds chilled to the bone, and the dense black fog made it impossible to see even an inch ahead.
“Thud, thud, thud!” Three muffled sounds followed as the figures finally hit the ground. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you end up here too?” Qiao San hurried to the female demon, the radiant Qiankun Sword now the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demon, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Quick, catch Ghost Princess and make her let us out!”
“Ha, ha…” Ghost Princess suddenly let out a piercing laugh. Her black and green hair, illuminated by the sword light, looked even more eerie. The red light at the tips of her hair flickered intensely, whether in joy or madness, it was impossible to tell.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghost woman are even more unreasonable than this rogue!”
The trapped fury robbed Qiao San of his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually only liked to wrong others boil with anger. “Ghost Princess, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And, ten years ago in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Remembering how his mother had died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Little You’s reaction back then, the Three-Colored Ghost Princess was momentarily surprised but remained steadfast in her desire to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of this. I came in here with no intention of leaving. This is the Chaos Space, and even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason. Her once plump and jade-like face was now twisted, and the venomous hatred in her eyes was palpable. If looks could kill, Qiao San would have already turned to ashes.
“Damn it!” Amidst the crude curses, the rogue, who had originally intended to say that Little You wasn’t dead, changed his mind in his anger.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. He ignored the crazed ghost woman and took off with the female demon. “Ghost Princess, do you think this little Xuan Wind Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed, and the rogue used it to carve a path, flying forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had limits, and with one strike of his sword, he could surely break the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long flight, Qiao San suddenly stopped. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Ghost Princess.
“Ha, ha…” The Three-Colored Ghost Princess’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice filled with mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to your death, you won’t escape! Ha, ha… Don’t think you can threaten me. Your aunt can self-destruct at any time!”
Faced with an opponent who wasn’t afraid of death, anyone would be at a loss. Qiao San, who had already locked Ghost Princess’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and flew up again, still unwilling to believe in the evil.
“Hey, hey… Oni-hime, it seems you’ve truly lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Oni-hime’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact blurred Oni-hime’s vision, stirring a strong sense of familiarity in her turbulent heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes in rapid succession.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely spirit, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest demon cave—where the ghostly traitor resided. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Xiao… Xiao You…”
In the blink of an eye, amidst countless images, Oni-hime called out her daughter’s name just as her finger blade withdrew from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was about to pierce his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, despising every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which the Oni-hime, now transformed into the Three-Colored Demon King, wished to gouge out.
“Oni-hime, my dear, let me help you again!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. As Oni-hime’s hair skewered his decoy, the rogue’s true form wrapped his arms around her voluptuous spirit body.
“Hu…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memories had not faded. Being drained by Oni-hime was a lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly traitor often haunted his dreams, leaving a stain on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he aimed not only to erase the shadow in his heart but also to once again savor the unique allure of the ghost race.
“Ah!” The masculine scent overwhelmed her, and the images in the half-ghost’s mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter and the soul-searing humiliation surged into her heart. In a fit of rage, the Oni-hime, a demon king in her own right, bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, tearing at his flesh with all her might.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had already mutated within Oni-hime, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. The intense pain from his chest made the stars in his eyes linger, and the Xuan Wind Cauldron suddenly surged with power.
The treasure descended upon them, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Oni-hime were both sucked into the cauldron.
A sudden change occurred, and the yin winds swirled. The female demon, however, advanced instead of retreating, reaching out her jade hand in an attempt to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” A half-scream echoed as the yin winds subsided. At the moment the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force sucked the female demon in as well!
The natural mountain breeze gently stirred, and the majestic Xuan Wind Mountain waited silently, anticipating the emergence of the final victor from the floating Xuan Wind Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon hid at the horizon. Unbeknownst to them, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
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In a mystical space, three figures plummeted like meteors. The drifting yin winds chilled to the bone, and the dense black fog obscured all vision.
“Bang, bang, bang!” Three dull thuds echoed as the figures finally hit the ground. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you end up here?” Qiao San rushed to the female demon, the radiant Qiankun Sword now the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demon, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Quick, capture Oni-hime and make her let us out!”
“Ha, ha…” Oni-hime suddenly let out a piercing laugh. Her black and green hair, illuminated by the sword’s light, looked even more eerie. The red light at the tips of her hair seemed to be either cheering or going mad, flickering intensely.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghost woman are even more unreasonable than this rogue!”
The anger of being trapped soured Qiao San’s mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually enjoyed wronging others boil with rage. “Oni-hime, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And, ten years ago in the ghost forest…”
In his fury, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Remembering how his mother died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Xiao You’s initial reaction, the Three-Colored Oni-hime was momentarily surprised but remained steadfast in her desire to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of this. I came in here with no intention of leaving. This is the Chaos Space; even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman, beyond all reason, had her once lush face twisted with malice. The venomous hatred in her gaze could have turned Qiao San to ash if looks could kill.
“Damn it!” Amidst the crude curses, the rogue, who had initially intended to say that Xiao You wasn’t dead, changed his mind in his anger.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. He ignored the mad ghost woman and took off with the female demon. “Oni-hime, do you think a mere Xuan Wind Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed as the rogue used it to carve a path, darting forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had its limits, and with one strike, he could surely break through the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long flight, Qiao San suddenly halted. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Oni-hime.
“Ha, ha…” The Three-Colored Oni-hime’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice filled with mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to your death, you won’t escape! Ha, ha… Don’t think you can threaten me. Your aunt can self-immolate at any moment!”
Faced with an opponent who wasn’t afraid of death, anyone would be at a loss. Qiao San, who had already locked Oni-hime’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and flew up again, still unwilling to believe in the cauldron’s power.
“Hey, hey… Gui Ji, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Gui Ji’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact made Gui Ji’s vision blur, and a strong sense of familiarity surged in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes in rapid succession.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely soul, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest cave—the ghostly betrayer. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Xiao… Xiao You…”
In the blink of an eye, Gui Ji called out her daughter’s name as her finger blade had just retracted from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was thrusting towards his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, despising every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which made Gui Ji, now transformed into the Three-Colored Demon King, wish to gouge them out.
“Gui Ji, my darling, let me help you once more!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. As Gui Ji’s hair pierced the decoy, the rogue’s true form embraced her perfectly proportioned spirit body.
“Whoosh…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memories had not faded at all. Being drained by Gui Ji was a lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly betrayer often appeared in his dreams, leaving a stain on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he not only wanted to erase the shadow in his heart but also to once again savor the unique allure of the ghost clan.
“Ah!” The masculine scent filled her nostrils, and the images in the half-ghost’s mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter and the humiliation etched into her soul surged into her heart. In a fit of rage, Gui Ji, the Demon King, bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, determined to tear his flesh.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had already mutated within Gui Ji, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. The intense pain from his chest had not yet subsided when the Xuan Wind Cauldron’s power suddenly surged.
The magical artifact descended, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Gui Ji were both sucked into the cauldron.
The sudden change brought forth a chilling wind, but the female demoness advanced instead of retreating, reaching out her jade-like hand in an attempt to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” A half-scream echoed as the wind subsided, and at the moment the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force sucked the female demoness in as well!
The natural mountain breeze gently swayed, and the majestic Xuan Wind Mountain waited quietly for the final victor to emerge from the floating Xuan Wind Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon hid at the horizon. Unnoticed, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
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In a mystical space, three figures fell like meteors, the swirling yin wind chilling to the bone, and the dense black fog making it impossible to see even an inch ahead.
“Thud, thud, thud!” Three dull thuds sounded as the figures finally hit the ground. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you end up here too?” Qiao San hurried to the female demoness, the radiant Qiankun Sword now the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demoness, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Quick, capture Gui Ji and make her let us out!”
“Gah, gah…” Gui Ji suddenly let out a piercing laugh, her black and green hair appearing even more eerie under the sword’s light. The red light at the tips of her hair seemed to be either cheering or going mad, flickering intensely.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghost woman are even more unreasonable than this rogue!”
The trapped fury robbed Qiao San of his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually only liked to wrong others boil with anger. “Gui Ji, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And, ten years ago in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Remembering how his mother had died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Xiao You’s reaction back then, the Three-Colored Gui Ji was momentarily surprised but remained determined to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t try to sweet-talk me. I came in here with no intention of leaving. This is the Chaos Space. Even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason, her once beautiful face now twisted, and the venomous hatred in her eyes could have turned Qiao San to ashes if looks could kill.
“Damn it!” In his rough cursing, the rogue, who had intended to say that Xiao You wasn’t dead, changed his mind in his anger.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. He ignored the mad ghost woman and took off with the female demoness. “Gui Ji, do you think a mere Xuan Wind Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed as the rogue used it to pave his way, flying like a meteor towards the front. He believed that the confined space had limits and that one strike from his sword would surely break the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long flight, Qiao San suddenly stopped. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Gui Ji.
“Giggle, giggle…” The Three-Colored Gui Ji’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice filled with mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to your death, you won’t escape! Giggle, giggle… Don’t try to threaten me. Your auntie can self-immolate at any moment!”
Faced with an opponent who wasn’t afraid of death, anyone would be frustrated. Qiao San, who had already locked Gui Ji’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and flew up again, still unwilling to believe.
“Hey, hey… Ghost Princess, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Ghost Princess’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact blurred Ghost Princess’s vision, stirring a strong sense of familiarity in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes in rapid succession.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely soul, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly seducer in the demon cave of the ghost forest—finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Xiao… Xiao You…”
In the blink of an eye, amidst countless images, Ghost Princess called out her daughter’s name just as her finger blade withdrew from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was about to pierce his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, despising every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which the transformed Three-Colored Demon Queen wished to gouge into two large holes.
“Ghost Princess, my dear, let me help you once more!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the thirty-six transformations of the Heavenly Gang. As Ghost Princess’s hair skewered his decoy, the rogue’s true form wrapped his arms around her, embracing her perfectly proportioned spirit body.
“Hu…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memories had not faded at all. Being drained by Ghost Princess was a lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly seducer often appeared in his dreams, leaving a stain on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he not only wanted to erase the shadow in his heart but also to once again savor the unique allure of the ghost race.
“Ah!” The masculine scent filled her nostrils, and the images in the half-ghost’s mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter and the humiliation etched into her soul surged into her heart. In a fit of rage, the Demon Queen Ghost Princess opened her mouth and bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, her teeth pulling fiercely, determined to tear off the rogue’s flesh.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had already mutated within Ghost Princess, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. As the sharp pain spread from his chest, before the stars in his eyes could fade, the Xuan Wind Cauldron’s power suddenly surged.
The treasure descended upon them, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Ghost Princess were both sucked into the cauldron.
As the sudden change occurred, with the yin winds swirling, the female demoness did not retreat but instead stepped forward, reaching out her jade hand in an attempt to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” Half a scream echoed in place, and as the yin winds subsided, at the moment the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force sucked the female demoness in as well!
The natural mountain breeze gently stirred, and the majestic Xuan Wind Mountain waited quietly, anticipating the emergence of the final victor from the floating Xuan Wind Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon hid at the horizon. Unnoticed, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
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In a mystical space, three figures fell like meteors, the drifting yin winds chilling to the bone, and the dense black fog making it impossible to see even an inch ahead.
“Bang, bang, bang!” Three dull thuds followed as the figures finally hit the ground. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you end up here?” Qiao San hurried to the female demoness, the radiant Qiankun Sword now serving as the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demoness, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Quickly, grab Ghost Princess and make her let us out!”
“Ha, ha…” Ghost Princess suddenly let out a piercing laugh, her black and green hair appearing even more eerie under the sword’s light, the red glow at the tips of her hair flickering intensely, whether in joy or madness, it was impossible to tell.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghost woman are even more unreasonable than this rogue!”
The trapped fury robbed Qiao San of his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually enjoyed wronging others boil with anger. “Ghost Princess, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And, ten years ago in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Remembering how his mother had died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart, you deserve it!”
Just like Xiao You’s initial reaction, the Three-Colored Ghost Princess was momentarily surprised but remained steadfast in her desire to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of this. I came in here with no intention of leaving. This is the Chaos Space; even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason, her once lush and beautiful face now twisted, her eyes shooting out venomous hatred. If looks could kill, Qiao San would have long turned to ashes.
“Damn it!” Amidst the crude curses, the rogue, who had intended to say that Xiao You wasn’t dead, changed his mind in his anger.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. Ignoring the mad ghost woman, he took the female demoness and soared into the air. “Ghost Princess, do you think this little Xuan Wind Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed as the rogue used it to carve a path, darting forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had its limits, and with one strike, he could surely break through the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long flight, Qiao San suddenly stopped. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Ghost Princess.
“Ha, ha…” The Three-Colored Ghost Princess’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice filled with mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to your death, you won’t escape! Ha, ha… Don’t think you can threaten me; your auntie can self-destruct at any moment!”
Faced with an opponent who feared no death, anyone would be at a loss. Qiao San, who had already locked onto Ghost Princess’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and, still unbelieving, took flight once more.
“Hey, hey… Oni-hime, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Oni-hime’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact made Oni-hime’s vision blur, and a strong sense of familiarity surged in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes like lightning.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely spirit, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest’s demonic cave—the ghostly betrayer. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Xiao… Xiao You…”
In the blink of an eye, Oni-hime called out her daughter’s name just as her finger blade withdrew from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was about to pierce his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, loathing every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which made Oni-hime, now the Three-Colored Demon King, wish to gouge them out.
“Oni-hime, my dear, let me help you again!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. As Oni-hime’s hair pierced his decoy, the rogue’s true form wrapped his arms around her perfectly proportioned spirit body.
“Hu…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memories were intact. Being drained by Oni-hime was his lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly betrayer often haunted his dreams, leaving a stain on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he not only wanted to erase the shadow in his heart but also to savor the unique allure of the ghost race once more.
“Ah!” The masculine scent overwhelmed the half-ghost, and the images in her mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter and the humiliation etched into her soul surged into her heart. A wave of furious rage made Oni-hime, the Demon King, bite down hard on Qiao San’s chest, determined to tear his flesh.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had already mutated within Oni-hime, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. The pain from his chest was excruciating, and before the stars in his eyes could fade, the Xuan Wind Cauldron’s power suddenly surged.
The treasure descended, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Oni-hime were both sucked into the cauldron.
The sudden change brought a chilling wind, but the female demoness didn’t retreat. Instead, she reached out, hoping to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” A half-scream echoed as the wind subsided, and at the moment the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force sucked the female demoness in as well!
The natural mountain breeze gently swayed, and the majestic Xuan Wind Mountain waited silently for the final victor to emerge from the floating Xuan Wind Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon hid at the horizon. Unbeknownst to them, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
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In a mystical space, three figures fell like meteors. The swirling cold wind cut to the bone, and the dense black fog made it impossible to see even an inch ahead.
“Bang, bang, bang!” Three dull thuds sounded as the figures finally hit the ground. Amidst the cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you end up here?” Qiao San hurried to the female demoness, the radiant Qiankun Sword now the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demoness, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Quick, capture Oni-hime and make her let us out!”
“Ha, ha…” Oni-hime suddenly let out a piercing laugh. Her black and green hair looked even more eerie under the sword’s light, and the red glow at the tips of her hair seemed to be either cheering or going mad, flashing intensely.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghost woman are even more unreasonable than me, the rogue!”
The trapped fury robbed Qiao San of his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually enjoyed wronging others boil with anger. “Oni-hime, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And ten years ago in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Remembering how his mother died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Xiao You’s initial reaction, the Three-Colored Oni-hime was momentarily surprised but remained determined to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out. I came in here with no intention of leaving. This is the Chaos Space; even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason. Her once plump and beautiful face was now twisted, and the venomous hatred in her eyes could have turned Qiao San to ashes if looks could kill.
“Damn it!” In his rough cursing, the rogue initially wanted to say that Xiao You wasn’t dead, but his anger changed his mind.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. He ignored the mad ghost woman and took off with the female demoness. “Oni-hime, do you think this little Xuan Wind Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed as the rogue used it to carve a path, flying forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had limits, and with one strike, he could break the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long time, Qiao San suddenly stopped. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Oni-hime.
“Ha, ha…” The Three-Colored Oni-hime’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice full of mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to death, you won’t get out! Ha, ha… Don’t think you can threaten me. Your aunt can self-destruct at any moment!”
Facing an opponent unafraid of death, anyone would be frustrated. Qiao San, who had already locked Oni-hime’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and flew up again, still unwilling to believe.
Natural mountain breezes gently blew, and the towering Xuan Feng Mountain quietly waited, anticipating the emergence of the ultimate victor from the floating Xuan Feng Cauldron.
“Hey, hey… Gui Ji, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Gui Ji’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact made Gui Ji’s vision blur, and a strong sense of familiarity surged in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes like lightning.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely soul, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest cave—the ghostly traitor. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and a ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Xiao… Xiao You…”
In the blink of an eye, as Gui Ji called out her daughter’s name, her finger blade had just withdrawn from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was thrusting towards his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, loathing every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which made Gui Ji, transformed into the Three-Colored Demon King, wish to gouge them out.
“Gui Ji, my darling, let me help you again!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. As Gui Ji’s hair pierced the false body, the rogue’s true form wrapped his arms around her, embracing her voluptuous spirit.
“Hu…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memories had not faded at all. Being drained by Gui Ji was his lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly traitor often appeared in his dreams, leaving a stain on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he not only wanted to erase the shadow in his heart but also to taste the unique allure of the ghostly race once more.
“Ah!” The masculine scent filled her nostrils, and the images in the half-ghost’s mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter, the humiliation etched into her soul, all surged into her heart. In a fit of rage, Gui Ji, the Demon King, bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, her teeth tearing at his flesh, determined to rip it off.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had mutated within Gui Ji, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. Pain shot through his chest, and before the stars in his eyes could fade, the Xuan Feng Cauldron’s power surged.
The treasure descended, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Gui Ji were both sucked into the cauldron.
A sudden change occurred, and the yin winds swirled. The female demon, however, advanced instead of retreating, reaching out her jade hand in an attempt to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” Half a scream echoed in place, and as the yin winds subsided, the residual force sucked the female demon in as well!
The natural mountain breeze gently swayed, and the majestic Xuan Feng Mountain waited silently, anticipating the final victor to emerge from the floating Xuan Feng Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon hid at the horizon. Unbeknownst to them, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
※※※※※※※※
In a mystical space, three figures fell like meteors, the swirling yin winds chilling to the bone, and the dense black fog making it impossible to see.
“Thud, thud, thud!” Three muffled sounds followed as the figures finally landed. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you end up here?” Qiao San hurried to the female demon, the radiant Qiankun Sword now the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demon, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuan Feng Cauldron. Quick, grab Gui Ji and make her let us out!”
“Ha, ha…” Gui Ji suddenly let out a piercing laugh, her black and green hair appearing even more eerie under the sword’s light. The red light at the tips of her hair seemed to be either cheering or going mad, flickering intensely.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghost woman are even more unreasonable than me, the rogue!”
The trapped anger robbed Qiao San of his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually enjoyed wronging others boil with rage. “Gui Ji, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And ten years ago, in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Thinking of how his mother had died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Xiao You’s initial reaction, the Three-Colored Gui Ji was momentarily surprised but remained steadfast in her desire to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t try to sweet-talk me. I came in here with no intention of leaving. This is the Chaos Space; even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason, her once delicate face now twisted, and the venomous hatred in her eyes could have turned Qiao San to ash if looks could kill.
“Damn it!” In his rough cursing, the rogue, who had intended to say that Xiao You wasn’t dead, changed his mind in his anger.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. He ignored the mad ghost woman and took off with the female demon. “Gui Ji, do you think a mere Xuan Feng Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed, and the rogue, using the sword as his guide, flew forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had limits and that a single strike from his sword could break the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long flight, Qiao San suddenly stopped. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Gui Ji.
“Ha, ha…” The Three-Colored Gui Ji’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice filled with mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to death, you won’t escape! Ha, ha… Don’t try to threaten me; your aunt can self-immolate at any moment!”
Facing an opponent who wasn’t afraid of death, anyone would be at a loss. Qiao San, who had already locked onto Gui Ji’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and flew up again, still unwilling to believe in the supernatural.
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Inside a mystical space, three figures fell like meteors, drifting cold winds cutting through bone, and thick black fog so dense that one couldn’t see their own hand.
“Peng, peng, peng!” Three dull thuds followed in succession, and the falling figures finally hit the ground. Painful cries echoed as red light burst forth, illuminating this grayish barrier space.
“Hey, hey… Ghost Princess, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Ghost Princess’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact made Ghost Princess’s vision blur, and a strong sense of familiarity surged in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes like lightning.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely soul, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest demon cave—the ghostly betrayer. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Little… Little You…”
In the blink of an eye, countless images flashed by. As Ghost Princess called out her daughter’s name, her finger blade had just withdrawn from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was thrusting towards his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, loathing every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which made Ghost Princess, now transformed into the Three-Colored Demon King, wish to gouge them out.
“Ghost Princess, my dear, let me help you again!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. As Ghost Princess’s hair pierced his illusionary body, the rogue’s true form wrapped his arms around her, embracing her perfectly proportioned spirit body.
“Whoosh…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memories had not faded at all. Being drained by Ghost Princess was a lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly betrayer often haunted his dreams, leaving a stain on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he not only wanted to erase the shadow in his heart but also to once again savor the unique allure of the ghostly race.
“Ah!” The masculine scent filled her nostrils, and the images in the half-ghost’s mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter, the humiliation etched into her soul, all surged into her heart. In a fit of rage, Ghost Princess, now a demon king, opened her mouth and bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, her teeth pulling fiercely, determined to tear his flesh.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had already mutated within Ghost Princess, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. Pain shot through his chest, and before the stars in his eyes could fade, the Xuan Wind Cauldron’s power suddenly surged.
The treasure descended upon them, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Ghost Princess were both sucked into the cauldron.
A sudden change occurred, and the yin winds swirled. The female demon, however, did not retreat but instead reached out her jade hand, hoping to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” Half a scream echoed in place. As the yin winds subsided and the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force sucked the female demon in as well!
The natural mountain breeze gently swayed, and the majestic Xuan Wind Mountain stood silently, waiting for the final victor to emerge from the floating Xuan Wind Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon hid at the horizon. Unbeknownst to them, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
※※※※※※※※
In a mystical space, three figures fell like meteors. The swirling yin winds chilled to the bone, and the dense black fog made it impossible to see even a hand in front.
“Thud, thud, thud!” Three dull thuds followed as the figures finally hit the ground. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you end up here?” Qiao San hurried to the female demon’s side, the radiant Qiankun Sword now serving as the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demon, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Quick, capture Ghost Princess and make her let us out!”
“Gah, gah…” Ghost Princess suddenly let out a piercing laugh. Her black and green hair, illuminated by the sword light, looked even more eerie. The red light at the tips of her hair seemed to be either cheering or going mad, flickering intensely.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghostly woman are even more unreasonable than me, the rogue!”
The frustration of being trapped made Qiao San lose his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually only liked to wrong others boil with anger. “Ghost Princess, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And ten years ago, in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Thinking of how his mother died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Little You’s reaction back then, the Three-Colored Ghost Princess was momentarily surprised but remained determined to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out. I came in here with no intention of leaving. This is the Chaos Space. Even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason. Her once plump and beautiful face was now twisted, and the venomous hatred in her eyes was palpable. If looks could kill, Qiao San would have been reduced to ashes.
“Damn it!” In his rough cursing, the rogue, who had initially intended to say that Little You wasn’t dead, changed his mind in his anger.
Being good was never the rogue’s style. He ignored the mad ghost woman and took off with the female demon. “Ghost Princess, do you think this little Xuan Wind Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed, and the rogue used it to carve a path, flying forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had limits and that a single strike from his sword would surely break the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long while, Qiao San, still flying straight, suddenly halted. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Ghost Princess.
“Giggle, giggle…” The Three-Colored Ghost Princess’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice full of mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to your death, you won’t escape! Giggle, giggle… Don’t think you can threaten me. Your aunt can self-immolate at any moment!”
Faced with an opponent who wasn’t afraid of death, anyone would be at a loss. Qiao San, who had already locked onto Ghost Princess’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and flew up again, still unwilling to believe in the supernatural.
“Hey, hey… Ghost Princess, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Ghost Princess’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact made Ghost Princess’s vision blur, and a strong sense of familiarity surged in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes in rapid succession.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely soul, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest’s demonic cave—the ghostly traitor. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Little… Little You…”
In the blink of an eye, Ghost Princess called out her daughter’s name just as her finger blade withdrew from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was about to pierce his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, despising every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which made Ghost Princess, now transformed into the Three-Colored Demon King, wish to gouge them out.
“Ghost Princess, my dear, let me help you again!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. As Ghost Princess’s hair skewered his decoy, the rogue’s true form wrapped his arms around her voluptuous spirit body.
“Whoosh…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memories remained intact. Being drained by Ghost Princess was his lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly traitor often haunted his dreams, leaving a stain on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he not only wanted to erase the shadow in his heart but also to once again savor the unique allure of the ghostly race.
“Ah!” The masculine scent overwhelmed her, and the images in the half-ghost’s mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter and the humiliation etched into her soul surged into her heart. In a fit of rage, Ghost Princess, now a demon king, bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, determined to tear his flesh.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had mutated within Ghost Princess, and the vengeful spirit’s power exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. Pain shot through his chest, and before the stars in his eyes could fade, the Xuan Wind Cauldron’s power surged.
The treasure descended upon them, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Ghost Princess were both sucked into the cauldron.
A sudden change occurred, and the yin winds swirled. The female demon, however, advanced instead of retreating, reaching out her jade hand in an attempt to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” A half-scream echoed as the yin winds subsided. Just as the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force sucked the female demon in as well!
The natural mountain breeze gently swayed, and the majestic Xuan Wind Mountain waited silently for the final victor to emerge from the floating Xuan Wind Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon disappeared beyond the horizon. Unbeknownst to them, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
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In a mystical space, three figures fell like meteors. The swirling yin winds chilled to the bone, and the dense black fog made it impossible to see even a hand in front of them.
“Thud, thud, thud!” Three muffled sounds followed as the figures finally hit the ground. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you get in here too?” Qiao San hurried to the female demon’s side, the radiant Qiankun Sword now the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demon, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Quick, grab Ghost Princess and make her let us out!”
“Ha, ha…” Ghost Princess suddenly let out a piercing laugh. Her black and green hair, illuminated by the sword’s light, looked even more eerie. The red light at the tips of her hair seemed to be either cheering or going mad, flickering intensely.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghostly woman are even more unreasonable than me, the rogue!”
The trapped anger robbed Qiao San of his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually only liked to wrong others boil with rage. “Ghost Princess, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And ten years ago in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Remembering how his mother had died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Little You’s reaction back then, the Three-Colored Ghost Princess was momentarily surprised but remained steadfast in her desire to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of this. I came in here with no intention of leaving. This is the Chaos Space. Even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason. Her once plump and jade-like face was now twisted, and the venomous hatred in her eyes was palpable. If looks could kill, Qiao San would have been reduced to ashes long ago.
“Damn it!” In his rough cursing, the rogue, who had initially planned to say that Little You wasn’t dead, changed his mind in his anger.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. He ignored the mad ghost woman and took to the air with the female demon. “Ghost Princess, do you really think a small Xuan Wind Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword’s light flashed as the rogue used it to carve a path, flying forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had its limits, and with one strike, he could surely break the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long flight, Qiao San suddenly stopped. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Ghost Princess.
“Ha, ha…” The Three-Colored Ghost Princess’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice filled with mockery. “Bold Three, fly all you want. Even if you fly to your death, you won’t escape! Ha, ha… Don’t think you can threaten me. Your aunt can self-immolate at any moment!”
Faced with an opponent who wasn’t afraid of death, anyone would be at a loss. Qiao San, who had already locked Ghost Princess’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and flew up again, still unwilling to believe.
“Hey, hey… Gui Ji, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Gui Ji’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact made Gui Ji’s vision blur, and a strong sense of familiarity surged in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes like lightning.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely soul, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest cave—the ghostly traitor. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Xiao… Xiao You…”
In the blink of an eye, Gui Ji called out her daughter’s name as her finger blade had just withdrawn from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was about to pierce his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, loathing every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which made Gui Ji, now transformed into the Three-Colored Demon King, wish to gouge them out.
“Gui Ji, my darling, let me help you again!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. As Gui Ji’s hair pierced the false body, the rogue’s true form wrapped his arms around Gui Ji’s voluptuous spirit body.
“Whoosh…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memory remained intact. Being drained by Gui Ji was his lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly traitor often appeared in his dreams, leaving a stain on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he not only wanted to erase the shadow in his heart but also to taste the unique allure of the ghost race once more.
“Ah!” The masculine scent filled her nostrils, and the images in the half-ghost’s mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter and the humiliation etched into her soul surged into her heart. A wave of furious rage erupted, and Gui Ji, now a demon king, bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, determined to tear off his flesh.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had mutated within Gui Ji, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. Pain shot through his chest, and before the stars in his eyes could fade, the power of the Xuan Wind Cauldron suddenly surged.
The treasure descended, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Gui Ji were both sucked into the cauldron.
A sudden change occurred, and the chilling wind swirled. The female demon, however, advanced instead of retreating, reaching out her jade hand in an attempt to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” A half-scream echoed as the chilling wind subsided. At the moment the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force sucked the female demon in as well!
The natural mountain breeze gently brushed by, and the majestic Xuan Wind Mountain waited silently, anticipating the emergence of the final victor from the floating Xuan Wind Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon hid at the horizon. Unbeknownst to them, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
※※※※※※※※
In a mystical space, three figures plummeted like meteors. The swirling chilling wind cut to the bone, and the dense black fog made it impossible to see even an inch ahead.
“Thud, thud, thud!” Three muffled sounds followed as the figures finally hit the ground. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you end up here?” Qiao San hurried to the female demon’s side, the radiant Qiankun Sword now serving as the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demon, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Quick, capture Gui Ji and make her let us out!”
“Ha, ha…” Gui Ji suddenly let out a piercing laugh. Her black and green hair, illuminated by the sword’s light, looked even more eerie. The red light at the tips of her hair danced, whether in joy or madness, it was impossible to tell, but it flickered intensely.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghost woman are even more unreasonable than this rogue!”
The trapped fury robbed Qiao San of his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually only liked to wrong others boil with anger. “Gui Ji, when did I ever harm your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And ten years ago, in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Thinking of how his mother died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve to die!”
Just like Xiao You’s reaction back then, the Three-Colored Gui Ji was momentarily surprised but remained determined to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of this. Let me tell you, I didn’t come in here planning to leave. This is the Chaos Space. Even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason. Her once lush and beautiful face was now twisted, and the venomous hatred in her eyes was palpable. If looks could kill, Qiao San would have already turned to ashes.
“Damn it!” Amidst the crude curses, the rogue, who had initially planned to say that Xiao You wasn’t dead, changed his mind in his anger.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. He ignored the mad ghost woman and took to the air with the female demon. “Gui Ji, do you really think this little Xuan Wind Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed as the rogue used it to carve a path, flying forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had its limits, and with one strike of his sword, he could surely break through the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long flight, Qiao San suddenly stopped. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Gui Ji.
“Ha, ha…” The Three-Colored Gui Ji’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice filled with mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to your death, you won’t escape! Ha, ha… Don’t think you can threaten me. Your auntie can self-destruct at any moment!”
Faced with an opponent who wasn’t afraid of death, anyone would be at a loss. Qiao San, who had already locked onto Gui Ji’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and flew up again, still unwilling to believe in the impossible.
“Pu si San, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghost woman is even more unreasonable than this old rogue!”
“Hey, hey… Ghost Princess, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Ghost Princess’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact made Ghost Princess’s vision blur, and a strong sense of familiarity surged in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes like lightning.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely spirit, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest cave—the ghostly betrayer. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Little… Little You…”
In the blink of an eye, Ghost Princess called out her daughter’s name as her finger blade just withdrew from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was about to pierce his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, hating every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which made Ghost Princess, now transformed into the Three-Colored Demon King, wish to gouge them out.
“Ghost Princess, my darling, let me help you again!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. As Ghost Princess’s hair skewered his decoy, the rogue’s true form wrapped his arms around her, embracing her perfectly proportioned spirit body.
“Hu…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memory had not faded at all. Being drained by Ghost Princess was a lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly betrayer often haunted his dreams, leaving a stain on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start over, he not only wanted to erase the shadow in his heart but also to taste the unique allure of the ghost race once more.
“Ah!” The masculine scent filled her nostrils, and the images in the half-ghost’s mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter, the humiliation etched into her soul, all surged into her heart. A wave of furious rage erupted, and Ghost Princess, the Demon King, opened her mouth and bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, her teeth tearing fiercely, determined to rip his flesh.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had already mutated within Ghost Princess, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. Pain shot through his chest, and before the stars in his eyes could fade, the Xuan Wind Cauldron’s power suddenly surged.
The treasure descended upon them, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Ghost Princess were both sucked into the cauldron.
A sudden change occurred, and the chilling winds swirled. Yet, the female demoness did not retreat but instead reached out, hoping to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” A half-scream echoed in place. As the chilling winds subsided and the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force sucked the female demoness in as well!
The natural mountain breeze gently swayed, and the majestic Xuan Wind Mountain waited silently, anticipating the final victor to emerge from the floating Xuan Wind Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon hid at the horizon. Unknowingly, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
※※※※※※※※
In a mystical space, three figures plummeted like meteors. The swirling chilling winds cut to the bone, and the dense black fog made it impossible to see even an inch ahead.
“Thud, thud, thud!” Three muffled sounds followed as the figures finally hit the ground. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you end up here too?” Qiao San hurried to the female demoness, the radiant Qiankun Sword now serving as the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demoness, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Quick, grab Ghost Princess and make her let us out!”
“Ha, ha…” Ghost Princess suddenly let out a piercing laugh. Her black and green hair, illuminated by the sword’s light, looked even more eerie. The red light at the tips of her hair seemed to be either cheering or going mad, flickering intensely.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghostly woman are even more unreasonable than me, the rogue!”
The trapped fury robbed Qiao San of his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually enjoyed wronging others boil with anger. “Ghost Princess, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And ten years ago, in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Remembering how his mother died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Little You’s initial reaction, the Three-Colored Ghost Princess was momentarily surprised but remained unwavering in her intent to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of this. I came in here with no intention of leaving. This is the Chaos Space. Even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason. Her once plump and beautiful face was now twisted, and the venomous hatred in her eyes was palpable. If looks could kill, Qiao San would have been reduced to ashes.
“Damn it!” In his rough cursing, the rogue originally intended to say that Little You wasn’t dead, but in his anger, he changed his mind.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. He ignored the mad ghost woman and took off with the female demoness. “Ghost Princess, do you think a mere Xuan Wind Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed as the rogue used it to carve a path, flying forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had limits and that a single strike from his sword would surely break the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long flight, Qiao San suddenly halted. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Ghost Princess.
“Ha, ha…” The Three-Colored Ghost Princess’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice filled with mockery. “Bold Three, fly all you want. Even if you fly to your death, you won’t escape! Ha, ha… Don’t think you can threaten me. Your aunt can self-immolate at any moment!”
Facing an opponent who wasn’t afraid of death, anyone would be at a loss. Qiao San, who had already locked Ghost Princess’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and took off again, still unwilling to believe it.
In his fury, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up old grievances. Thinking of how his mother died because of his own kindness, he finally cursed bitterly, “No wonder you woman died young, with such a wicked heart, you deserved it!”
“Hey, hey… Oni-hime, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Oni-hime’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact made Oni-hime’s vision blur, and a strong sense of familiarity surged in her heart. Immediately after, fragmented images flashed before her eyes like lightning.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely spirit, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest demon cave—the ghostly deceiver. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Xiao… Xiao You…”
In the blink of an eye, Oni-hime called out her daughter’s name as her finger blade just withdrew from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was about to pierce his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, despising every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which made Oni-hime, now transformed into the Three-Colored Demon King, wish to gouge them out.
“Oni-hime, my darling, let me help you again!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. As Oni-hime’s hair pierced his decoy, the rogue’s true form wrapped his arms around her voluptuous spirit body.
“Hu…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flames of desire began to flicker faintly.
The man’s memories were intact. Being drained by Oni-hime was his lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly deceiver often appeared in his dreams, leaving a stain on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he not only wanted to erase the shadow in his heart but also to once again savor the unique allure of the ghost clan.
“Ah!” The masculine scent filled her nostrils, and the images in the half-ghost’s mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter and the humiliation etched into her soul surged into her heart. In a fit of rage, Oni-hime, now a demon king, bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, her teeth tearing at his flesh, determined to rip it off.
The red light from the Ten Suns Pearl had mutated within Oni-hime, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. The pain from his chest was intense, and before the stars in his eyes could fade, the Xuanfeng Cauldron’s power suddenly surged.
The treasure descended upon them, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Oni-hime were both sucked into the cauldron.
The sudden change brought a chilling wind, but the female demoness advanced instead of retreating, reaching out her jade-like hand in an attempt to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” A half-scream echoed as the wind subsided, and at the moment the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force sucked the female demoness in as well!
The natural mountain breeze gently swayed, and the majestic Xuanfeng Mountain waited quietly, anticipating the emergence of the final victor from the floating Xuanfeng Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon disappeared into the horizon. Unnoticed, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
※※※※※※※※
In a mystical space, three figures fell like meteors, the swirling yin wind chilling to the bone, and the dense black fog making it impossible to see even a hand in front.
“Thud, thud, thud!” Three muffled sounds followed as the figures finally hit the ground. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you end up here?” Qiao San hurried to the female demoness, the radiant Qiankun Sword now the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demoness, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuanfeng Cauldron. Quick, grab Oni-hime and make her let us out!”
“Ha, ha…” Oni-hime suddenly let out a piercing laugh, her black and green hair appearing even more eerie under the sword’s light. The red light at the tips of her hair danced, whether in joy or madness, it was impossible to tell, but it flickered intensely.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghost woman are even more unreasonable than this rogue!”
The trapped fury robbed Qiao San of his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually only wronged others boil with anger. “Oni-hime, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And ten years ago in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Thinking of how his mother died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Xiao You’s reaction back then, the Three-Colored Oni-hime was momentarily surprised but remained steadfast in her desire to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of this. I came in here with no intention of leaving. This is the Chaos Space; even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason, her once plump and beautiful face now twisted, and the venomous hatred in her eyes could have turned Qiao San to ashes if looks could kill.
“Damn it!” Amidst the crude curses, the rogue, who had initially intended to say that Xiao You wasn’t dead, changed his mind in his anger.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. He ignored the mad ghost woman and took off with the female demoness. “Oni-hime, do you think this little Xuanfeng Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed as the rogue used it to carve a path, flying forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had limits and that a single strike from his sword would surely break the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long flight, Qiao San suddenly stopped. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Oni-hime.
“Ha, ha…” The Three-Colored Oni-hime’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice filled with mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to your death, you won’t escape! Ha, ha… Don’t think you can threaten me; your auntie can self-immolate at any moment!”
Facing an opponent unafraid of death, anyone would be troubled. Qiao San, who had already locked Oni-hime’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and, still disbelieving, took off again.
A heartbroken female ghost could not be measured by normal standards. Her once delicate and beautiful face had already twisted, and hatred and resentment blazed from her eyes. If looks could kill, Qiao San would surely have turned to ashes long ago.
“Darn it!” Amidst the crude curses, the rogue originally intended to say Xiao You was still alive but changed his mind in anger.
“Hey, hey… Oni-hime, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Oni-hime’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished in an instant.
The miraculous impact blurred Oni-hime’s vision, stirring a strong sense of familiarity in her turbulent heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes in rapid succession.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely spirit, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest cave—the ghostly betrayer. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Xiao… Xiao You…”
In the blink of an eye, as Oni-hime called out her daughter’s name, her finger blade had just withdrawn from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was already thrusting towards his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, loathing every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which made Oni-hime, now transformed into the Three-Colored Demon King, wish to gouge them into two gaping holes.
“Oni-hime, my darling, let me help you again!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. As Oni-hime’s hair skewered his decoy, the rogue’s true form wrapped his arms around her, embracing her voluptuous spirit body.
“Hu…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to subtly emerge.
The man’s memory remained intact. Being drained by Oni-hime for her yin energy was his lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly betrayer often haunted his dreams, leaving an indelible stain on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he not only wanted to erase the only shadow in his heart but also to once again savor the unique allure of the ghost tribe.
“Ah!” The masculine scent overwhelmed her, and the images in the half-ghost’s mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter, the humiliation etched into her soul, all surged into her heart. A wave of furious rage erupted, and Oni-hime, the Demon King, opened her mouth and bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, her teeth tearing fiercely, determined to rip the rogue’s flesh from his bones.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had already mutated within Oni-hime, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. As the pain radiated from his chest, the golden stars in his eyes had yet to fade when the Xuan Wind Cauldron suddenly surged with power.
The treasure descended upon them, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Oni-hime were both sucked into the cauldron.
A sudden change occurred, and the yin winds swirled around them. The female demon, however, did not retreat but instead reached out her jade-like hand, hoping to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” A half-scream echoed in place. As the yin winds subsided and the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force sucked the female demon in as well!
The natural mountain breeze gently swayed, and the majestic Xuan Wind Mountain stood in silent anticipation, waiting for the final victor to emerge from the floating Xuan Wind Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon disappeared beyond the horizon. Unnoticed, a full day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
※※※※※※※※
In a mystical space, three figures fell like meteors, the swirling yin winds chilling to the bone, the dense black fog obscuring all sight.
“Thud, thud, thud!” Three muffled sounds followed as the figures finally hit the ground. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you end up here too?” Qiao San hurried to the female demon’s side, the radiant Qiankun Sword now serving as the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demon, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Quick, capture Oni-hime and make her let us out!”
“Gah, gah…” Oni-hime suddenly let out a piercing laugh, her black and green hair appearing even more eerie under the sword’s light. The red glow at the tips of her hair seemed to be either cheering or going mad, flickering intensely.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghostly woman are even more unreasonable than this rogue!”
The frustration of being trapped soured Qiao San’s mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually enjoyed wronging others boil with anger. “Oni-hime, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And, ten years ago in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Remembering how his mother had died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Xiao You’s initial reaction, the Three-Colored Oni-hime was momentarily surprised but remained unwavering in her desire to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of this. I came in here with no intention of leaving. This is the Chaos Space; even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason, her once plump and beautiful face now twisted with malice. The venomous hatred in her eyes could have turned Qiao San to ashes if looks could kill.
“Damn it!” In his rough cursing, the rogue had initially intended to say that Xiao You wasn’t dead, but his anger changed his mind.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. He ignored the mad ghost woman and took off with the female demon. “Oni-hime, do you really think this little Xuan Wind Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed as the rogue used it to carve a path, flying forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had its limits, and with one strike, he could surely break through the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long while, Qiao San suddenly halted. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Oni-hime.
“Giggle, giggle…” The Three-Colored Oni-hime’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice filled with mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to your death, you won’t escape! Giggle, giggle… Don’t think you can threaten me. Your auntie can self-immolate at any moment!”
Faced with an opponent unafraid of death, anyone would be at a loss. Qiao San, who had already locked onto Oni-hime’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and flew up again, still unwilling to believe in the supernatural.
The swordlight flashed, and the rogue led with his sword, flying forward as swiftly as a falling star. In his mind, barrier spaces must have limits, and he was confident that one slash from his sword would break through the wretched cauldron.
“Hey, hey… Ghost Princess, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Ghost Princess’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact made Ghost Princess’s vision blur, and a strong sense of familiarity surged in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes like lightning.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely soul, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest’s demonic cave—the ghostly traitor. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Little… Little You…”
In the blink of an eye, countless images flashed by. As Ghost Princess called out her daughter’s name, her finger blade had just withdrawn from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was already thrusting towards his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, despising every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which made the transformed Three-Colored Demon Queen wish to pierce them into two large holes.
“Ghost Princess, my darling, let me help you again!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. As Ghost Princess’s hair skewered his decoy, the rogue’s true form wrapped his arms around her, embracing her perfectly proportioned spirit body.
“Hu…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memories had not faded at all. Being drained by Ghost Princess was his lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly traitor often appeared in his dreams, leaving a stain on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he not only wanted to erase the only shadow in his heart but also to once again savor the unique allure of the ghost race.
“Ah!” The masculine scent filled her nostrils, and the images in the half-ghost’s mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter, the humiliation etched into her soul, all surged into her heart. A wave of furious rage erupted, and the Demon Queen Ghost Princess—opened her mouth and bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, her teeth tearing fiercely, determined to rip the rogue’s flesh.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had already mutated within Ghost Princess, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s imagination. The intense pain from his chest made the stars in his eyes linger, and the Mystic Wind Cauldron suddenly surged with power.
The treasure descended upon them, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Ghost Princess were both sucked into the cauldron.
A sudden change occurred, and the chilling winds swirled. Yet, the female demon did not retreat but instead advanced, reaching out her jade-like hand, hoping to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” A half-scream echoed in place. As the chilling winds subsided and the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force even sucked the female demon inside!
The natural mountain breeze gently swayed, and the majestic Mystic Wind Mountain quietly waited, anticipating the emergence of the final victor from the floating Mystic Wind Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon disappeared into the horizon. Unbeknownst to them, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
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In a mystical space, three figures fell like meteors. The drifting chilling winds cut to the bone, and the dense black fog made it impossible to see even an inch ahead.
“Bang, bang, bang!” Three dull thuds sounded in succession as the figures finally landed. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you get in here too?” Qiao San hurried to the female demon’s side, the radiant Qiankun Sword becoming the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demon, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Mystic Wind Cauldron. Quick, grab Ghost Princess and make her let us out!”
“Gah, gah…” Ghost Princess suddenly let out a piercing laugh. Her black and green hair, illuminated by the sword’s light, looked even more eerie. The red light flickering at the tips of her hair seemed to be either cheering or going mad, but it was undeniably intense.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghost woman are even more unreasonable than this rogue!”
The trapped fury made Qiao San lose his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually only liked to wrong others boil with anger. “Ghost Princess, when did I ever harm your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And, ten years ago in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Remembering how his mother had died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve to die!”
Just like Little You’s initial reaction, the Three-Colored Ghost Princess was momentarily surprised but remained unwavering in her desire to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out. I came in here with no intention of leaving. This is the Chaos Space; even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason. Her once plump and jade-like face was now twisted, and the venomous hatred in her eyes was palpable. If looks could kill, Qiao San would have already turned to ashes.
“Damn it!” Amidst the rough curses, the rogue, who had initially intended to say that Little You wasn’t dead, now changed his mind in his anger.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. He ignored the mad ghost woman and took to the air with the female demon. “Ghost Princess, do you think this little Mystic Wind Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed as the rogue used it to carve a path, flying forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had its limits, and with one strike of his sword, he could surely break through the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long while, Qiao San, still flying straight, suddenly halted. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Ghost Princess.
“Gah, gah…” The Three-Colored Ghost Princess’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice filled with mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to your death, you won’t escape! Gah, gah… Don’t think you can threaten me. Your aunt can self-immolate at any moment!”
Facing an opponent who wasn’t afraid of death, anyone would be at a loss. Qiao San, who had already locked Ghost Princess’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and flew up again, still unwilling to believe in the evil.
“Hey, hey… Ghost Princess, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Ghost Princess’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact blurred Ghost Princess’s vision, stirring a strong sense of familiarity in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes in rapid succession.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely soul, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly seducer in the demonic cave of the ghost forest—finally, the images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young maiden lingered in her memory.
“Little… Little You…”
In the blink of an eye, as Ghost Princess called out her daughter’s name, her finger blade had just withdrawn from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was thrusting towards his eyes.
The semi-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, loathing every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which the transformed three-colored demon queen wished to gouge into two large holes.
“Ghost Princess, my darling, let me help you once more!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the thirty-six transformations of the Heavenly Gang. As Ghost Princess’s hair skewered his decoy, the rogue’s true form encircled her, embracing her perfectly proportioned spirit body.
“Hu…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memories remained intact; being drained by Ghost Princess was his lifelong shame. The scene of the ghostly seducer often haunted his dreams, leaving a stain on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start anew, he not only wanted to erase the only shadow in his heart but also to once again savor the unique allure of the ghost tribe.
“Ah!” The masculine scent overwhelmed her, and the images in the semi-ghost’s mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter, the humiliation etched into her soul, all surged into her heart. A wave of furious rage erupted, and the demon queen, in a fit of madness, bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, determined to tear his flesh.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had already mutated within Ghost Princess, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s expectations. Pain shot through his chest, and before the stars in his eyes could fade, the Xuanfeng Cauldron’s power surged.
The treasure descended upon them, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the three-colored Ghost Princess were both sucked into the cauldron.
A sudden change occurred, and the yin winds swirled. Yet, the female demoness did not retreat but instead reached out, hoping to pull Qiao San from danger.
“Ah!” Half a scream echoed as the yin winds subsided. At the moment the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force even sucked in the female demoness!
The natural mountain breeze gently stirred, and the majestic Xuanfeng Mountain waited silently, anticipating the final victor to emerge from the floating Xuanfeng Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon hid at the horizon. Unbeknownst to them, a day and night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
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In a miraculous space, three figures plummeted like meteors. The drifting yin winds chilled to the bone, and the pervasive black fog obscured all vision.
“Thud, thud, thud!” Three muffled sounds followed as the figures finally hit the ground. Amidst cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you get in here too?” Qiao San hurried to the female demoness, the radiant Qiankun Sword now the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demoness, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Xuanfeng Cauldron. Quickly, capture Ghost Princess and make her let us out!”
“Ha, ha…” Ghost Princess suddenly let out a piercing laugh. Her black and green hair, illuminated by the sword light, appeared even more eerie. The red light at the tips of her hair flickered intensely, whether in joy or madness, it was impossible to tell.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghostly woman are even more unreasonable than this rogue!”
The trapped anger robbed Qiao San of his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually only liked to wrong others boil with rage. “Ghost Princess, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And, ten years ago in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Remembering how his mother had died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Little You’s initial reaction, the three-colored Ghost Princess was momentarily surprised but remained unshaken in her desire to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of this. I came in here with no intention of leaving. This is the chaotic space; even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason. Her once plump and jade-like face was now twisted, and the venomous hatred in her eyes was palpable. If looks could kill, Qiao San would have been reduced to ashes.
“Damn it!” Amidst the crude curses, the rogue, who had initially intended to say that Little You wasn’t dead, changed his mind in his anger.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. He ignored the crazed ghost woman and took off with the female demoness. “Ghost Princess, do you really think this little Xuanfeng Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed, and the rogue, using the sword to clear his path, flew forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had its limits, and with one strike, he could surely break through the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long flight, Qiao San suddenly halted. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Ghost Princess.
“Ha, ha…” The three-colored Ghost Princess’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice filled with mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to your death, you won’t get out! Ha, ha… Don’t think you can threaten me. Your auntie can self-immolate at any moment!”
Faced with an opponent who wasn’t afraid of death, anyone would be at a loss. Qiao San, who had already locked onto Ghost Princess’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and, still unbelieving, took off again.
“Hey, hey… Ghost Princess, it seems you’ve really lost your memory. You can’t kill me like this!” The rogue deliberately let Ghost Princess’s finger blade pierce his throat, then with a slight shake, the wound vanished instantly.
The miraculous impact made Ghost Princess’s vision blur, and a strong sense of familiarity surged in her heart. Immediately, fragmented images flashed before her eyes in a rapid cycle.
The unattainable Dragon Mother, the desolate life of a lonely soul, the detestable immortal rogue, the humiliating brothel, and the ghostly forest cave—the ghostly betrayer. Finally, the fragmented images settled, and the ethereal figure of a young girl lingered in her memory.
“Little… Little You…”
In the blink of an eye, Ghost Princess called out her daughter’s name as her finger blade had just retracted from Qiao San’s throat, and her hair, sharp as needles, was thrusting towards his eyes.
The half-ghost harbored deep hatred for the man before her, hating every part of his body, especially the rogue’s eyes, which made the transformed Three-Colored Demon Queen wish to pierce them into two large holes.
“Ghost Princess, my dear, let me help you again!” Qiao San moved swiftly, effortlessly executing the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations. As Ghost Princess’s hair skewered his decoy in all directions, the rogue’s true form encircled her, embracing her perfectly proportioned spirit body.
“Whoosh…” Heavy breaths filled the space, and the flicker of desire began to emerge.
The man’s memories had not faded at all. Being drained by Ghost Princess was his lifelong shame, and the scene of the ghostly betrayer often appeared in his dreams, leaving a stain on his otherwise glorious rogue life.
Now, with a chance to start over, he not only wanted to erase the only shadow in his heart but also to once again savor the unique allure of the ghost race.
“Ah!” The male scent overwhelmed her, and the images in the half-ghost’s mind became clearer. The pain of losing her daughter, the humiliation etched into her soul, all surged into her heart. In a fit of rage, the Demon Queen Ghost Princess—opened her mouth and bit down hard on Qiao San’s chest, her teeth pulling fiercely, determined to tear off the rogue’s flesh.
The red light from the Ten Sun Pearl had already mutated within Ghost Princess, and the power of the vengeful spirit exceeded Qiao San’s imagination. The intense pain from his chest had not yet subsided when the Mystic Wind Cauldron’s power suddenly surged.
The treasure descended upon them, and before Qiao San could chant the divine armor spell, he and the Three-Colored Ghost Princess were both sucked into the cauldron.
A sudden change occurred, and the yin winds swirled around them. Yet, the female demon did not retreat but instead stepped forward, reaching out her jade-like hand, hoping to pull Qiao San out of danger.
“Ah!” Half a scream echoed in place as the yin winds subsided. At the moment the cauldron’s mouth closed, the residual force even sucked the female demon in!
The natural mountain breeze gently swayed, and the towering Mystic Wind Mountain quietly waited, anticipating the emergence of the final victor from the floating Mystic Wind Cauldron.
Day turned to night, and the crescent moon hid at the horizon. Unbeknownst to them, a day and a night had passed, and the Taixu Divine Cauldron still floated in mid-air.
※※※※※※※※
In a miraculous space, three figures fell like meteors. The swirling yin winds chilled to the bone, and the dense black fog made it impossible to see even an inch ahead.
“Thud, thud, thud!” Three muffled sounds followed as the figures finally hit the ground. Amidst the cries of pain, red light burst forth, illuminating the gray, confined space.
“Sister Mei, how did you get in here too?” Qiao San hurried to the female demon’s side, the radiant Qiankun Sword now serving as the most expensive lamp in the three realms.
“Brother Qiao, I’m fine!” The female demon, still shaken, took a few deep breaths before her expression changed. “We’ve been sucked into the Mystic Wind Cauldron. Quick, capture Ghost Princess and make her let us out!”
“Gah, gah…” Ghost Princess suddenly let out a piercing laugh. Her black and green hair appeared even more eerie under the sword’s light, and the red glow at the tips of her hair seemed to be either cheering or going mad, flickering intensely.
“Rogue Three, I remember now, I remember everything! Ha, ha… It’s fate, truly fate!”
“Damn it, you ghost woman are even more unreasonable than this rogue!”
The trapped fury robbed Qiao San of his good mood, and the feeling of being “wronged” made the man who usually only liked to wrong others boil with anger. “Ghost Princess, when have I ever harmed your daughter? Don’t forget, it’s always been you, the ghost, trying to harm me! And, ten years ago in the ghost forest…”
In his anger, Qiao San couldn’t help but bring up the past. Thinking of how his mother died because of his kindness, he couldn’t help but curse, “No wonder you died young, with such a wicked heart. You deserve it!”
Just like Little You’s initial reaction, the Three-Colored Ghost Princess was momentarily surprised but remained steadfast in her desire to kill the rogue. “Bold Three, don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out. I came in here with no intention of leaving. This is the Chaos Space; even if you die, you’ll be trapped here! Ha, ha…”
The deranged ghost woman was beyond reason. Her once lush and beautiful face was now twisted, and the venomous hatred in her eyes was palpable. If looks could kill, Qiao San would have already turned to ashes.
“Damn it!” In his rough cursing, the rogue originally intended to say that Little You wasn’t dead, but in his anger, he changed his mind.
Being a good person was never the rogue’s style. He no longer paid attention to the mad ghost woman and took off into the air with the female demon. “Ghost Princess, do you think a mere Mystic Wind Cauldron can trap me? Dream on—”
The sword light flashed as the rogue used it to carve a path, darting forward like a meteor. He believed that the confined space had its limits, and with one strike of his sword, he could surely break through the cauldron.
“Ah!” After a long flight, Qiao San suddenly halted. Not only had he not reached the boundary, but he had also flown back to Ghost Princess.
“Giggle, giggle…” The Three-Colored Ghost Princess’s laughter finally sounded more normal, her soft voice filled with mockery. “Bold Three, keep flying. Even if you fly to your death, you won’t escape! Giggle, giggle… Don’t think you can threaten me. Your aunt can self-immolate at any moment!”
Faced with an opponent who wasn’t afraid of death, anyone would be at a loss. Qiao San, who had already locked onto Ghost Princess’s throat, reluctantly released his iron grip and flew up again, still unwilling to believe in the evil.
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