Chapter 122 The Lover

At this commotion, Qing'e entered at the opportune moment and asked, "Is His Majesty alright?"

Pu Xunzhi also looked at the Poison King with a worried expression.

"I am fine." The Poison King only ordered her to send palace servants to clean up the mess.

Pu Xunzhi watched from the side and suddenly felt that the aura and expression of the Poison King were quite different from usual. Upon closer inspection, he was surprised to find that the seal he had previously placed on the Poison King's Purple Mansion had been broken!

How could it have been solved so inexplicably?! They were just playing chess, and nothing else happened.

Pu Xunzhi looked at the chessboard between them with a puzzled expression. The chess pieces were still undecided.

Unable to understand, he asked cautiously, "Is Your Majesty truly alright?"

The Prince of Zhen frowned deeply, his expression grave, but he waved his hand and said, "...It's alright, I'll take a break."

Pu Xunzhi had no choice but to give up and stop asking questions. Instead, he spread his hands in front of him, indicating, "Shall we continue the game?"

Without hesitation, the King of Zhen picked up the piece and placed it down in one fluid motion.

Before Pu Xunzhi could even hatch a bad plan, he took a closer look, and his face immediately fell. "..."

Why does His Majesty still remember to block his path of chess hidden beneath the crisscrossing illusions?! He was just one move away from unleashing his brilliant move! Damn it, I thought that after interrupting him for so long, His Majesty might not remember.

Pu Xunzhi glanced resentfully at the King of Zhen, then, wanting to quit the game, he asked again, "Who is this 'Qing'er' that Your Majesty just mentioned?"

Just when everyone thought the King of Zhen would brush it off as before, they saw him lean back in his chair, clasp his hands together, and boast in a seemingly calm tone, "My beloved wife."

"???" Pu Xunzhi was so startled that he dropped the chess piece he was playing with.

Wait, what beloved wife?! Does it refer to Empress Yali? No, that's not right... Pu Xunzhi looked up and met the vicious gaze of the Poison King, and was stunned. He suddenly remembered the scene when he was thrown into this world by the Left Prime Minister.

So, the bewitching beauty that the palace women spoke of, the one who stirred His Majesty's heart, actually existed?

Unfortunately, the King of Poison showed no intention of answering his question. His breathing suddenly became heavy, and his posture changed from a swaggering stance to crossing his legs.

After Pu Xunzhi was dismissed, the Poison King no longer suppressed his desires and completely synchronized his five senses. The next moment, he heavily wiped his lips with his fingertips and parted the lower garment of the dragon robe.

Meanwhile, in a distant place beyond the heavens, the Demon King had already indulged his desires. Like a traveler who had been trapped in the desert for many days and would die if he didn't get water, he pushed Shinjuku onto the stone bed and frantically sucked at Shinjuku's saliva, seizing Shinjuku's sweet breath.

While others could only quench their thirst by looking at plums, he finally caught the person he had been longing for. Shinjuku was the one who could quench his thirst, but the Demon King seemed to be getting thirstier the more he drank, showing no sign of stopping.

Shinjuku's beast ears, even through his thick fur, were almost tinged with crimson, but Shinjuku ultimately couldn't bear to push away the demon king on his body, letting it plunder his mouth at will.

The size of the Demon King was comparable to that of Shinjuku's complete form at this time. However, the Demon King was emanating a billowing black mist, which made him look even more oppressive. From a distance, he completely enveloped Shinjuku.

Although the heat on the Demon King's body had subsided, turning him into something as cold as ice, it didn't stop him from feeling incredibly real when he held him. His strong, solid muscles and deep, rugged lines were clearly visible even through his clothes, making Shinju's nose sting slightly.

The King of Poison was right there, right before him.

After a while, the Ghost King was no longer satisfied with a deep kiss and wanted to move down along the collarbone—

Masakatsu vaguely remembered that they were still in the wild, in someone else's village, in broad daylight, so he subconsciously stopped them.

The Ghost King's eyes immediately turned fierce, and he made a move to tighten his grip around the boy's neck, saying in a cold voice, "Qing'er rejected me?"

Shinjuku glanced around and found that the Demon King's domain had not been withdrawn, so no one should be able to break in.

However, after being scolded by the Poison King, he became a little angry. He pursed his lips, which had been swollen from being kissed, and turned his head away from the Ghost King, as if to say, "If you have the heart to do it, just strangle me."

The Ghost King stared at his clearly rejected posture, his Purple Mansion throbbing with pain. His mind was filled with the mad thought of imprisoning him, binding him with silk threads, and doing whatever he wanted to this disobedient fellow. But the Ghost King suppressed all the negative effects of the demonic energy and did not go completely mad. Instead, he pulled Zhen Su up from the stone bed.

"Come with me."

"Where to go?" Shinju was still a little weak when he got up. His demon tail was broken off, and the evil spirit of the three upper corpses was gone. The yin energy in his body was almost gone, and the extreme yin body naturally had to be maintained with difficulty.

However, the Demon King immediately noticed that something was wrong with Shinjuku. He placed his hand on Shinjuku's lower back, and Shinjuku immediately felt an itch in his tailbone. Just as he was about to scratch something, the Demon King silently extended his other hand and placed it in Shinjuku's palm.

However, as soon as Shinju grasped his hand, due to the strength of his "filthy" level Yin energy, Shinju instantly grew a fluffy brown and white tail again, with a brighter color than before.

"..." The Ghost King could only watch as Masaki released his hand, his lips curving into a smile. He said, "Return to the underground palace."

Shinju hesitated and said, "I want to go back to the underworld."

He showed his ghost soldier's waist token to the Poison King.

The Ghost King's face turned completely dark, looking even more terrifying than when it was covered in tattoos.

Mayu was afraid he would lose his temper again, so after thinking for a moment, she could only calm him down and said, "It's still daytime, and my colleagues probably can't come to pick me up. I'll go with you."

The Demon King naturally understood the unspoken meaning in Shinju's words—that Shinju would leave him when it got dark—but he gave a disdainful and wicked smile.

"Hmm." Whether or not they can leave by then will be out of their hands.

The two walked side by side and left Yilian Village.

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Guanghe Underground Palace.

The moment the Ghost King stepped into the underground palace's protective barrier, all the ghosts inside the palace joyfully rushed to welcome their newly crowned "King".

The "filth" level fluctuation is rare, occurring only once every few hundred years, and is enough to shake the cultivation world. The Ghost King, on the other hand, is a rare existence, appearing only once every thousand years. Once it appears, it does not require special command or occupation; most ghosts will come to submit to it willingly.

Therefore, upon the return of the Ghost King, the number of ghosts lingering outside the underground palace was so great that it could be described as a mountain of ghosts and a sea of ​​ghosts, all wanting to catch a glimpse of the Ghost King's demeanor. If possible, they even hoped to become the Ghost King's subordinates and serve him.

Besides ghosts, there are also demonic cultivators and righteous sects, who are taking this as a major threat and cannot sit still. They immediately dispatched cultivators skilled in concealment to lead the reconnaissance and lie in ambush near the underground palace.

The restriction had the effect of isolating the spirit, and it wasn't until they entered the central chamber that the Ghost King withdrew the Yin energy and put the True Star down.

Then the group of ghosts who followed in were all stunned when they saw the Poison King's protective posture of embracing people.

Even his congratulatory remarks faltered, and after stammering through them and presenting his gift, it was a long while before someone dared to speak first and ask, "Boss, who is this person...?"

The Demon King glanced at them sideways without answering. He sat down straight on the dragon throne, which had been stripped of its gold, then lightly patted his thigh, gesturing for Shinju to sit on his lap.

Shinju glanced at him, but didn't sit down. However, to avoid provoking him to go crazy, he still sat down next to the Demon King, then moved closer to him.

The ghosts were filled with mixed emotions. Finally, someone noticed Shinju's golden eyes. Without thinking, one ghost blurted out, "Boss, is this your enemy? As expected of the boss, you personally took action and brought this person back!"

The other ghosts were all stunned when they realized what was happening.

Receiving some envious glances, the ghost flattered even more, saying, "This kind of trash deserves to be thoroughly humiliated! Making him the boss's mistress is too good for him. Boss, when you're tired of him, just throw him to us, and we'll make sure he gets a taste..."

The Ghost King wasn't listening to what the ghosts below were saying; his attention was entirely focused on Masaki, silently observing his pearl earring that occasionally swayed on its own. But that didn't mean the Ghost King's Purple Mansion couldn't process external information. After realizing who the guy was being disrespectful to, the Ghost King casually raised a finger, then bent it back.

With a stretch and a bend, the ghost was transformed into black mist from afar, absorbed into the Yin energy floating and rotating behind the Ghost King like a halo of immortals, and merged into one.

The ghosts didn't even dare to openly gasp; their expressions and actions became trembling with fear, because the ghost from before was considered a rather prominent minor leader among them.

He suffered this fate simply for making an offensive remark.

Therefore, it seems that this person is the Ghost King's unspeakable treasure. So all the ghosts found excuses and fled from the central chamber.

Shinjuku was struggling with how to broach the subject, asking how the King of Venom had arrived here and who had caused his condition. Unexpectedly, he felt a cool touch on his earlobe, and the next moment, his earlobe was rubbed several times. Even though it drew Shinjuku's attention, he didn't let go.

"What's wrong?" Masaki asked.

Seeing that the thing attached to Shinju's earring was still pretending to be dead, the Demon King flicked it, and a pool of silver liquid dripped down. The Demon King reached out and grabbed it in his palm.

Shinjuku then realized that he should have something on his earring, and turned to look at the King of Venom with curiosity, asking him, "What is it?"

The Ghost King could feel the thing in his palm wreaking havoc, and with the slightest exertion, it trembled.

The Ghost King scoffed and threatened, "Don't move."

Then he slowly opened his palm, revealing a silver bead. Shinju recognized it and was surprised when the bead suddenly changed into a large silver jellyfish, floating lightly in mid-air.

“...How brutal!” the jellyfish muttered.

Shinjuku had never seen such a monster before. His golden eyes widened, filled with interest, and he asked the Demon King, "What is this?"

Before the Demon King could speak, the jellyfish leaped up, angrily floating to Masakatsu's side, yelling, "Have you really forgotten me?! Waaaaah! You heartless bastard!!"

"A heartless man?" The Ghost King's eyes immediately turned extremely dangerous.

Shinju quickly raised his hand and said, "Huh?? Don't talk nonsense! Your Majesty, I don't know it! I really don't know it!"

The Ghost King pinched Zhen Su's chin, examined him for a while, as if to confirm that he was not lying, before glaring at the jellyfish and saying, "Tell the truth, or I will search your soul."

The jellyfish found the demon king before him incomprehensible, and readily believed what Shinju said.

But even under the eaves, the terrifying aspects of the Ghost King were still vivid in its mind, so it could only explain them one by one.

After hearing its story, Shinjuku's deeply buried memories finally saw the light of day again.

The most outrageous thing is that Shinju felt that it wasn't wrong to insult him.

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Author's Note: [Revisions] Simple Polishing