The Tricolor Ghost King turned out to be the missing Gui Ji, the crazed female ghost who, after the battle in the Ghost Forest, had actually become a dominant force in the Underworld. The twists and turns of fate were truly breathtaking.
Her eyes flashing red with murderous intent, Gui Ji halted her flailing fingers and fixed a puzzled stare on Qiao San for a moment before questioning him in a strange tone, “Do you know me? Do you know who I am?”
“You… lost your memory?” Qiao San was slightly startled but quickly regained his composure.
The rogue’s heart leapt with hope, his scoundrel nature sparking an idea. He withdrew his magical powers and flashed a warm, delighted smile as he said, “Gui Ji, you’re alive! That’s great!”
He paused briefly, then, suppressing his inner anxiety, he cautiously added, “I’m Qiao San! Don’t you recognize me? We are… friends!”
“Friends?! Qiao San?!”
Gui Ji’s killing intent indeed began to fade. Her mind was blank, unable to recall the name Qiao San, yet instinctively she repeated it, “Qiao San… Qiao… San… San… San?!”
“Brother, what’s going on?” the female spirit approached Qiao San’s side, glancing between the Tricolor Ghost Queen and Qiao San. Her womanly intuition prompted her to whisper, “Brother, do you two…?”
Just as Qiao San was feeling confident in his plan, Gui Ji’s murmurings suddenly quickened, her voice accelerating until she sharply snapped, “San… San… audacious… San… audacious San!”
Though still under the spell of madness, Gui Ji had not regained her memory, but the hatred etched deep into her soul surged forth. Though she could not recall who “Audacious San” was, the Tricolor Ghost Queen’s murderous intent surged back with even greater intensity than before. The chilling aura was more terrifying than ever, sending waves of fear through the gathered demons, who had never seen their queen so frightening.
Qiao San never expected his name would carry such “influence.” The rogue, having unintentionally provoked her rage, could only bitterly curse his luck. He brandished the Kun Yuan Sword, preparing himself for a grueling battle.
Guided by instinctive hatred, Gui Ji’s slender figure suddenly expanded. Her flowing tricolor aura lifted her countless strands of hair into the air. Though her face remained delicate and beautiful, with fair skin, bright eyes, and red lips, she seemed even more terrifying than her previous monstrous form with fangs and green face.
“Long live the King!” The lesser demons, seemingly aware of what was coming, scattered chaotically while raising their weapons and cheering wildly.
“Brother, be careful! She’s about to use her treasure!” The female spirit nervously edged closer to Qiao San, her eyes locked on Gui Ji’s unnaturally pale hands.
“Nine Yin Dark Wind, Cauldron Encompasses Heaven and Earth!”
Her swirling rage suddenly peaked. The half-ghost, Tricolor Ghost Queen raised one hand, and an exquisite bronze cauldron soared into the sky. The lid flew open, unleashing a torrent of frigid wind from the Netherworld directly at Qiao San and the female spirit.
“Ahh!” The female spirit’s colorful robe clung tightly to her body in the violent wind, the peony patterns on her clothes seemingly trembling in fear. As the wind surged, she was involuntarily pulled toward the cauldron.
“Don’t be afraid, Mei Jie!”
The rogue Qiao San had no intention of surrendering. With a swift motion, he pulled the female spirit back, wrapping his arm tightly around her alluring body. In this desperate moment, he had no time for modesty or propriety.
Powerful ghostly energy surged through his body, flooding into the earth beneath him. Bathed in red light, Qiao San struggled to resist the cauldron’s chaotic power of “absorption.”
The Three-Colored Ghost King turned out to be the missing Ghost Princess, a deranged female ghost who, after the battle in the Ghost Forest, had become a dominant force in the underworld. The strangeness of the world truly left one in awe.
Her eyes glowed with a murderous red light as the Ghost Princess stopped waving her fingers, slightly puzzled as she stared at Qiao San. In a strange tone, she asked, “Do you know me? Do you know who I am?”
“You… have you lost your memory?” Qiao San was momentarily stunned but quickly regained his composure.
The rogue’s heart leaped with joy, and his cunning nature sparked an idea. He withdrew his magical power and put on a warm, delighted smile, saying, “Ghost Princess, you’re still alive! That’s wonderful!”
After a brief pause, Qiao San suppressed his unease and tentatively added, “I’m Qiao San. Do you remember me? We’re… friends!”
“Friends?! Qiao San?!”
The murderous aura around the Ghost Princess indeed began to fade. The name Qiao San stirred no response in her confused mind, and she involuntarily repeated, “Qiao San, Qiao… San, San… San?!”
“Brother, what’s going on…?” The female demoness approached Qiao San, glancing between the Three-Colored Ghost Princess and him. Her keen feminine intuition prompted her to whisper, “Brother, you and her…”
Just as Qiao San’s plan seemed to be working, the Ghost Princess’s murmurs suddenly quickened, her tone accelerating until it came to a heavy stop, “San… San… Bold… San… Bold San!”
The possessed Ghost Princess still hadn’t regained her memory, but a deep-seated hatred surged from her soul. Though she didn’t know who Bold San was, the murderous intent in her eyes returned, colder and more intense than before. Her madness startled even the surrounding demons, who had never seen their king so terrifying.
Qiao San never expected his name to have such “impact.” The rogue, who had inadvertently made things worse, couldn’t help but lament his misfortune. With a shake of his Qiankun Sword, he prepared for a tough battle.
Instinctive hatred caused the Ghost Princess’s body to suddenly swell, her three-colored aura lifting her countless strands of hair into the air. Though her face was fair and her lips red, she appeared even more frightening than her previous ghastly illusion.
“Long live the king!” The lesser demons seemed to know what was coming. Disorganized, they raised their weapons and cheered incessantly.
“Brother, be careful, she’s about to unleash her treasure!” The female demoness nervously stepped closer to Qiao San, her eyes fixed on the Ghost Princess’s overly pale hands.
“Nine Yin Mystic Wind, Cauldron of Heaven and Earth!”
The rage surrounding her suddenly paused. The semi-ferocious Ghost Princess raised her hand, and a delicate bronze cauldron ascended into the air. As the lid opened, a chilling wind from the underworld directly targeted Qiao San and the female demoness.
“Ah!” The female demoness’s colorful robes clung tightly to her body in the fierce wind, the peony patterns on her clothes trembling in fear. As the wind swirled, she was involuntarily drawn toward the Mystic Wind Cauldron.
“Sister Mei, don’t be afraid!”
The rogue had no intention of surrendering. With one hand, he pulled the female demoness back, his arm encircling her tightly. In the urgency of the moment, he paid no heed to propriety.
Powerful ghost energy surged from his feet, flooding into the ground. Qiao San, bathed in red light, forcefully resisted the “absorption” of the chaotic treasure.
The howling wind turned into a roar. The semi-ferocious Ghost Princess’s eyes glowed blood-red, her fingers weaving spells faster than ever. A spiritual light emerged from her head, merging into the Mystic Wind Cauldron.
The Ghost Princess’s sacrifice of her vital energy finally paid off. With a whoosh, Qiao San and the female demoness were swept into the air, hurtling toward the palm-sized opening of the cauldron.
In an instant, Qiao San and the female demoness shrank within the treasure’s light. As the opening loomed overhead, Qiao San, now a three-inch figure, still clung tightly to the terrified female demoness.
Just as most of Qiao San’s body was sucked into the Mystic Wind Cauldron, a sudden burst of primordial light exploded in the air. The Tai Xu Divine Armor unleashed unprecedented power, catapulting its master back to the ground. As Qiao San’s feet touched the earth, the sentient armor extended like the roots of a tree, instantly burrowing into the ground.
The Mystic Wind Cauldron continued to swirl with chilling winds, shaking the mountains and darkening the sky, yet Qiao San and the female demoness stood firm, as if rooted to the earth.
“Ha, ha… Ghost Princess, you’ll never stand above me!” The unexpected turn of events brought out the rogue’s true nature. Gently releasing the disbelieving female demoness, he swaggered step by step toward the Ghost Princess.
The mountain fell into dead silence. With a whoosh, the demons scattered like birds and beasts.
“Ah—” The Three-Colored Ghost Princess let out a piercing scream, her silver teeth biting into her crimson lips. The ghostly pallor of her face was now flushed with inexplicable hatred. Driven by the hatred in her soul, she chose not to flee but instead poured her life force into the Mystic Wind Cauldron, vowing to live or die with the treasure.
Infused with this powerful energy, the treasure glowed brilliantly once more. Guided by the Ghost Princess’s blood, the Mystic Wind Cauldron rapidly expanded, covering the sky as it descended upon Qiao San.
“You rogue, I’ll perish with you!”
Her hysterical scream drained the life from the mountain’s greenery. In the gray, murky space, the atmosphere shifted, and Qiao San felt as if he were back in the Ghost Forest, facing the Ghost Princess in their “final battle.”
Still filled with hatred, still as fierce and brutal as before, but this was not the Ghost Forest, and Qiao San was no longer the mortal Bold San of the past.
The Tai Xu Divine Armor flashed once more, blocking the Mystic Wind Cauldron above the rogue’s head. The rogue king stood still, smiling as the Ghost Princess’s killing strike aimed for his throat.
Gui Ji’s sacrifice of her own essence finally bore fruit. With a whoosh, Qiao San and the female spirit were yanked into the air, speeding toward the cauldron’s tiny mouth, no bigger than a palm.
In an instant, Qiao San and the female spirit shrank rapidly within the treasure’s glow. As the opening loomed closer, a three-inch tall Qiao San still tightly held the terrified female spirit.
Just as most of Qiao San’s body was being sucked into the cauldron, suddenly a burst of Primordial Light exploded in midair. The Supreme Void Armor unleashed an unprecedented power, instantly repelling its master back to the ground. As Qiao San’s feet touched the earth, the sentient armor extended like roots of a great tree, instantly burrowing into the soil.
The cauldron continued to churn with howling winds, shaking mountains and darkening the sky, but Qiao San and the female spirit now seemed fused with the land itself, unmoved and unshaken.
“Ha! Ha! Gui Ji, you’ll never rule over me again!” The unexpected victory reignited the rogue’s bold nature. Gently releasing the astonished female spirit, he arrogantly strode step by step toward Gui Ji.
In a flash, the entire mountain fell into eerie silence. With a whoosh, the gathered demons scattered like frightened birds and beasts.
“Yaa—” With a sharp, piercing scream, the Tricolor Ghost Queen bit her lip until it bled. Her ghostly pallor burned crimson with inexplicable hatred. Driven by the deep hatred from her soul, instead of fleeing, she resolved to pour her very life force into the cauldron—her fate now bound to the treasure’s existence.
Empowered by her life essence, the cauldron blazed with renewed brilliance. Guided by Gui Ji’s blood, the cauldron rapidly expanded, engulfing the sky and earth as it surged toward Qiao San.
“Wretched rogue! I will perish with you!”
The hysterical roar drained all color from the landscape. In the gray, lifeless space, the atmosphere shifted, and Qiao San felt as if he had returned to the moment in the Ghost Forest when he had “fought” Gui Ji.
Still gritting her teeth, still fierce and brutal. But this time, it wasn’t the Ghost Forest—it was Xuan Feng Mountain, and Qiao San was no longer the ordinary man he once was, the audacious San.
The Supreme Void Armor flashed once more, halting the cauldron above the rogue’s head. The rogue king didn’t move a hand or lift a foot, smiling cheerfully as Gui Ji’s deadly strike aimed straight for his throat.
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