The Tricolor Ghost King turned out to be the long-lost Ghost Princess. Once a vengeful female ghost driven mad, she had transformed after the battle in Ghost Forest into the current dominant ruler of this region of the Netherworld. The marvels of fate truly leave one in awe.
Her eyes flashing blood-red murderous intent, Ghost Princess halted her flailing fingers and fixed a slightly puzzled gaze on Qiao San. In a strange tone, she questioned, “You know this monarch? You know who I am?”
“You… lost your memory?” Qiao San blinked in surprise, quickly catching on.
The rogue’s heart leapt with hope, his habitual rascality sparking inspiration. He withdrew his magical powers and flashed a warm, delighted smile. “Ghost Princess, you’re still alive! That’s wonderful!”
He paused briefly, then, suppressing his inner unease, he cautiously probed, “Don’t you remember me? I’m Qiao San. We’re… friends!”
“Friends?! Qiao San?!”
At once, the Ghost Princess’s murderous aura began to fade. Her mind, blank and confused, found no echo of recognition at the name. Unconsciously, she repeated it, “Qiao San… Qiao… San… San… San?!”
“Brother, what’s going on?” The female ghost approached Qiao San’s side, observing the Ghost Princess and Qiao San carefully. Her womanly intuition prompted her to whisper, “Brother, do you two…?”
Just as Qiao San was feeling pleased with his clever ploy, the Ghost Princess’s murmuring suddenly quickened. Her tone accelerated sharply, ending in a forceful shout: “San… San… audacious… San… audacious San!”
Though the Ghost Princess had not regained her memories, a deep, soul-seated hatred surged forth. Though she no longer recalled who “Audacious San” was, her eyes flared with renewed murderous intent, colder and fiercer than before. The overwhelming madness startled the surrounding demons, who had never seen their Queen so terrifying.
Qiao San never imagined his name could carry such “influence.” The rogue, having overplayed his hand, could only bitterly curse his luck. He gripped the Kun Yuan Sword tightly, preparing himself for a grueling battle.
Instinctive hatred caused the Ghost Princess’s slender figure to swell. Her soaring Tricolor aura lifted her countless strands of hair into the air. Though her face remained delicate—fair cheeks, bright eyes, and red lips—it was somehow even more terrifying than her previous monstrous visage of green face and fangs.
“Long live the King!” The lesser demons, sensing what was coming, scattered chaotically while raising their weapons high and cheering wildly.
“Brother, watch out! She’s about to unleash her treasure!” The female ghost tensed and edged closer to Qiao San, her eyes locked on the Ghost Princess’s unnaturally pale hands.
“Nine Yin Dark Wind, Cauldron Encompasses Heaven and Earth!”
Her wrath surging, the half-phantom Ghost Princess raised one hand. A delicate bronze cauldron soared into the sky, its lid flew open, and a chilling wind from the Netherworld surged directly toward Qiao San and the female ghost.
“Ahh!” The female ghost’s colorful robe clung tightly to her body in the gale. The peony patterns on her clothes seemed to tremble in fear. As the wind howled, she was involuntarily pulled toward the cauldron.
“Don’t be afraid, Sister Mei!”
The rogue Qiao San had no intention of surrendering. With one swift motion, he pulled the female ghost back, wrapping his arm tightly around her shapely figure. In this desperate moment, there was no room for modesty.
Powerful ghostly energy surged from his feet into the earth. Bathed in crimson light, Qiao San struggled to resist the cauldron’s “suction,” a chaotic magical artifact.
The wind, now a roaring tempest, illuminated the seductive yet sinister half-phantom’s blood-red eyes. Her finger seals grew swifter, and the glow of her soul merged into the cauldron above.
The Ghost Princess’s sacrifice of her own essence finally bore fruit. With a whoosh, Qiao San and the female ghost were lifted into the air at high speed, hurtling toward the cauldron’s mouth, now only the size of a palm.
In the blink of an eye, they shrank within the artifact’s glow. As the opening loomed closer, a now three-inch-tall Qiao San still clutched the terrified female ghost tightly.
Just as most of Qiao San’s body was being drawn into the cauldron, a sudden burst of Primordial Light erupted in midair. The Tai Xu Divine Armor unleashed a power never seen before, instantly repelling its master back to the ground. As Qiao San’s feet touched earth, the sentient armor extended like tree roots, instantly burrowing into the soil.
The cauldron continued to churn with dark winds, shaking mountains and darkening the sky, yet Qiao San and the female ghost stood rooted to the ground, unmoved as if fused with the earth itself.
“Ha! Ha! Ghost Princess, you’ll never rule over this young master again!” The rogue’s innate boldness surged. Gently releasing the stunned female ghost, he strutted forward, step by step, toward the Ghost Princess.
In an instant, the entire mountain fell into eerie silence. With a whoosh, all the demons scattered like frightened birds and beasts.
“Yaa—” The Tricolor Ghost Princess screamed in fury. Her silver teeth bit into her red lips. The pale pallor unique to ghosts burned crimson with inexplicable hatred. Driven by soul-deep enmity, she chose not to flee but instead poured her very life force into the cauldron. As long as the cauldron stood, she would stand. If the cauldron fell, so would she.
Empowered by her sacrifice, the artifact blazed with renewed brilliance. Guided by her blood, the cauldron rapidly expanded, sweeping across the sky like a tidal wave, rushing straight toward Qiao San.
“Wretched rogue! I shall perish with you!”
The hysterical roar drained all vitality from the landscape. In the gray, lifeless space, the atmosphere shifted. Qiao San felt as if he had returned to the Ghost Forest, reliving the moment he had once “faced off” against the Ghost Princess.
Still gritting her teeth, still fierce and brutal—yet this time, it was not the Ghost Forest, and Qiao San was no longer the mortal “Audacious San” of those days.
The Tai Xu Divine Armor flashed once more, halting the cauldron above the rogue’s head. The Rogue King stood motionless, hands still, feet unmoving, smiling cheerfully as the Ghost Princess’s deadly strike aimed straight for his throat.
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