“Brother, stop flying! We’re back again!”
The female ghost’s sigh marked defeat. After a long while, Qiao San finally collapsed onto the ground, utterly exhausted.
“Huh!” A sudden inspiration struck, and the rogue immediately sprang back to his feet. Swinging the Kun Yuan Sword, he thrust it into the earth. If the sky stretched endlessly in all directions, maybe the ground beneath had a limit!
The Tai Xu Divine Sword wielded immense power. With one strike, a hundred-meter-long gash split open the ground. However, as the rogue swung his sword for the second time, the first wound had already sealed itself.
“What the hell kind of place is this!” A string of curses poured forth from the rogue’s mouth, fueling Ghost姬’s increasingly triumphant laughter.
Qiao San rolled his eyes in frustration and silently called out to the Book Spirit with his mind, “Book Spirit, do you have any way to get us out of here?”
The gentle, melodious voice of the Book Spirit echoed in Qiao San’s heart, but it only turned his last hope into ashes.
“This is the chaotic space within a Tai Xu treasure. Unless you possess the power of a Da Luo Zhen Jun, breaking through this barrier is impossible. Although you’ve absorbed half the strength of the Ghost Sutra, you’ve only reached the level of a High Immortal. If you cultivate here for a thousand years, you might be able to escape.”
At the mention of “a thousand years,” Qiao San, unable to endure loneliness, already felt dizzy. He hastily interrupted the Book Spirit, “Think of another way, something more practical?”
After a brief pause, the Book Spirit indeed delivered, offering a calm, mature suggestion, “Yes! Let the ancient Fenghuang bird burn through the chaotic space. After forty-nine days, it should be able to pierce the barrier.”
“No, no!” Qiao San shook his head like a drum, “Although this method doesn’t require waiting a thousand years, I definitely don’t want to become roasted pork! Besides, there’s the female ghost here. If the ancient divine fire burns, how could she possibly survive being reduced to smoke and ashes?!”
With a helpless sigh, the Book Spirit severed the connection. Qiao San slumped to the ground, already deep in despair, when the fearless Ghost姬 provocatively mocked him.
“Giggle, giggle… Bold San, weren’t you so mighty? What’s the matter, now you can only wait to die? Beg me, beg me! Maybe I’ll feel sorry for you and let you out! Giggle, giggle… Go on, kneel and beg me!”
“Zeng!” Anger flared, lifting his heavy eyelids. Qiao San’s lazy posture abruptly tensed. At the sight of the tri-colored Ghost姬, his muddled mind finally cleared completely.
Stupid! He was so stupid! Actually, leaving wasn’t hard at all—it just required dealing with Ghost Girl!
After going in circles, things returned to the starting point. Time seemed to have rolled back over a year, with one difference: this time, it wasn’t a ghost seducing a human, but rather—a human seducing a ghost!
“Bold San, what do you think you’re doing?! Stop! Take one more step, and I’ll self-immolate!”
Ghost姬’s hatred remained, but now it was laced with fear. Seeing Qiao San rise and advance toward her, she hastily cried out a warning, her voice fierce and her resolve clearly genuine.
“Hehe… Ghost Princess, don’t you wish to see your daughter?”
How could Qiao San allow her to die? The rogue, who never cared about the morality of his methods once he made up his mind, easily halted Ghost Ji’s hand, poised above her head ready to self-immolate, with just one sentence.
“Xiao You didn’t die. Look…” With a casual wave of his hand, the Mystic Light Art merged with his memories. The scene replayed in the Mystic Light Mirror: Xiao You chasing him with the Dragon Pearl.
The tremendous shock easily penetrated Ghost姬’s heart. Her mature female ghost form’s full bosom heaved rapidly, tears of joy in her eyes as she murmured, “Xiao You, Xiao You, my poor daughter…”
The Mystic Light Art was entirely derived from the Sea of Memories. The vivid scenes left Ghost姬 with no choice but to believe. Her jade-like hand stretched out, crossing through time and space to caress her daughter’s face. Her hostility softened, and she couldn’t help but ask, “Bold San, is this… truly real? Am I dreaming? Ah… You despicable man!”
The momentary daze passed, and the bewildered Ghost姬 suddenly realized she had already fallen into Qiao San’s grasp, no longer able to set herself on fire.
Qiao San seized this crucial opportunity, smirking as he pressed Ghost Ji to the ground. Finally, he solemnly said, “This is strategy, not a lie. Your daughter is indeed cultivating diligently, determined to kill me for some ‘maternal vengeance.’ What a pair of foolish mother and daughter! Haha…”
For once, the rogue spoke the truth, but the deceived Ghost姬 now refused to believe anything he said. Her eyes flaring, the resentful red glow, which had slightly faded, surged back, burning her tears into vengeful smoke.
(Note: “Ghost姬” seems to be a name or title containing a Chinese character. If this is intended to be a proper name, it could be adapted as “Ghost姬” → “Ghost Ji” or another transliteration depending on context. Let me know if you’d like it adjusted.)
“Bold San, no matter how beautifully you speak, I won’t let you out. If you’ve got guts, kill me right here and now!”
“Is that so?!”
Qiao San leaned forward until his face was just inches away from Ghost姬’s, their noses touching. He suddenly halted the movement, a cunning smile curling his lips. “Ghost姬, you should know better than anyone if I have the guts or not. It seems your memory still hasn’t fully returned—I ought to help you remember a bit more!”
Before his words faded, the man had already raised his hand, tearing off the ghost queen’s demon king armor. Another movement shredded her tunic and undergarments into pieces.
At the moment when Ghost姬’s bosom was half-exposed, the blood mark on the rogue’s forehead suddenly emitted a brilliant light. The fox clan’s unique lustful blood barrier once again appeared on a mortal.
“Brother, what are you doing…” The female ghost, as a spirit, naturally disapproved of such lewd acts. Surprised and confused, she stepped forward to question and persuade Qiao San.
“Madam Mei, this is an old matter between Ghost姬 and me. Don’t get involved!”
The rogue certainly didn’t want any “righteous” interference. Furrowing his brow, a thick red light, like swirling mist, instantly surrounded him and Ghost姬.
The pinkish-red mist, stretching across several meters, caused the female ghost to instinctively raise her hand to part it. The unnaturally hot red mist felt like fire. As the graceful peony extended her jade-like hand, it seemed as though she had plunged it into flames. Her fingers trembled and instantly recoiled. Although her skin remained unburned, a strange sensation had already seeped into her heart.
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