Chapter 1 Chapter 1 "This sister-in-law...I'm afraid she picked up the wrong person...
July 15th is the Ghost Festival.
At three quarters past midnight, ghosts eat incense.
This is the time when the power of evil spirits is at its strongest.
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"Xuan Hui Xianjun has lost his soul now, how dare you stay in Xianshan as if nothing happened?"
"Marrying you is truly a misfortune for the Immortal Lord!"
"She should be allowed to enter the ghost town to search for the soul of Xuan Hui Immortal Lord!"
The sound of condemnation was like a boiling pot, growing out of her dream and turning into a sharp blade that stabbed at her. The blood and energy swept in the wind woke her up abruptly.
Mingyao suddenly opened her eyes. The stench of rotting flesh and blood, mixed with the cloying fragrance of flowers that came from nowhere, made her almost vomit.
The abandoned house was littered with corpses. Under the moonlight, the swaying shadows of the trees cast twisted black shadows, emitting a ghostly green aura, as they leaned over and gnawed at the lifeless flesh and blood bodies in the yard.
Mingyao fell among the corpses, feeling a dull pain in the back of her head. The gauze skirt she was wearing had long been soaked with dirty blood, and it stuck to her skin, feeling indescribably cold and slippery.
Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably. Mingyao subconsciously held his breath, pressing the root of his tongue tightly against the breath-retaining bead in his mouth, trying not to make any extra noise.
By the moonlight, she could clearly see that the body that the shadow was currently feeding on was wearing clothes from the Immortal Mountain.
Just like the dead body in front of her, half on top of her.
They are all monks from the fairy mountain.
But...she really couldn't recognize who it was.
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Over the past hundred years, countless people have admired Xuan Hui.
This time, Xuan Hui was seriously injured and his soul was lost. Many cultivators in the Immortal Mountain volunteered to enter the ghost town to search for Xuan Hui's soul.
Among them are many young people who have just embarked on the path to immortality.
Although the fairy mountain had clearly forbidden them from acting rashly, this light ban instead aroused the rebelliousness of these young people, and they rushed into the ghost town one by one without hesitation.
Mingyao once met one at the outer gate of Xianshan.
The young monk had his long hair tied up high, wore clothes from the immortal mountain, and held a sharp sword in his hand. He was very conspicuous in the dark night. He looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old and had just entered the Qi training stage.
You are so young.
Now that we've met... Mingyao sighed: "The Immortal Mountain has a ban that prohibits the monks from entering the Ghost City privately. Xuanhui will be fine, you... better go back quickly."
She spoke softly and gently.
After hearing this, the young monk who was stopped glanced at her lightly, looked her up and down, and suddenly sneered: "You are Mingyao, right?"
Although they were clearly strangers, the young monk's eyes were filled with naked disdain and contempt.
"You've been cared for by the Xuan Hui Immortal Lord for a hundred years. Now that his soul is lost, what have you done besides shedding tears every day? And now you're actually blocking those of us who are willing to take risks for him. You're truly just like what your fellow disciples in the Immortal Mountain say... You're not even a bit worthy of the Xuan Hui Immortal Lord."
"What's more, even the mountain master's soul-calling formation can't bring back the immortal king's soul. How can you be so sure that the immortal king will be fine?"
The young cultivator's voice rose higher and higher, his tone becoming even more aggressive. It was well known that Xuan Hui Xianjun's first wife, Ming Yao, lacked spiritual roots and was unable to cultivate.
She was just a piece of trash who had the good fortune to save the seriously injured Immortal King a hundred years ago, and then asked the Immortal King to marry her out of gratitude, and she survived by relying on the Immortal King's merits and immortal power.
If it weren't for the Immortal King, a mere mortal would have turned into a handful of dirt by now. How could he still be standing here pretending?
After the young monk finished cursing, he was very angry and stretched his neck like a cackling tiger with high fighting spirit.
Mingyao blinked and said nothing more. She had been in the fairy mountain for many years and had heard even more unpleasant words. The little monk's words were just a rehash of the same old tune.
Not wanting to argue any further, she simply pulled out the fuse from her sleeve. Soon, the monk who was patrolling the mountain at night was attracted and escorted the young monk back to the outer gate.
The little monk's shouting and cursing broke the quiet night in the mountains.
So strong.
Mingyao secretly praised him in his heart, thinking that such a person, with such physical fitness, was suitable to travel into the novel to carry out the mission.
Not like her.
My hands are too weak to even tie a chicken, and my legs are too weak to run 800 meters.
Being thrown into this fictional world and still alive today is a blessing.
The Cold Immortal's Fierce Love
Mingyao couldn't help but sigh when she thought about it. When she first learned the truth about her transmigration into a book, she had already lived in this world of cultivating immortals for several years.
It wasn't until she accidentally saved Xuan Hui that she realized she hadn't simply traveled through time, but had instead been transported to a romance novel where Xuan Hui was the hero and she was the cannon fodder.
Her mission was simple.
When Xuan Hui breaks through and becomes a god, he will sever all ties with her in this world and give her a letter of divorce.
The book says that "Ming Yao" will seal the divorce letter and die of heartbreak, causing Xuan Hui to owe karma, unable to break through the realm, and stay in the mortal world, waiting for "Ming Yao" to reincarnate and repay.
And this "reincarnation" is the real heroine of this book.
As for Mingyao, after getting the divorce letter, the plot is completed and he can open the way home and escape.
This world has nothing to do with her anymore.
To be honest, Mingyao was relieved. Compared to similar strategy novels she had read before, her mission was too simple.
It's just a matter of waiting.
Just pretend to be Mingyao who is deeply in love with Xuanhui... and wait, everything will be fine.
Mingyao sat on the stone steps of the fairy mountain, looking at the bright moon hanging high in the sky. She thought, it will be soon.
She has been waiting here for one hundred and eighty years.
Xuan Hui has been in the Nascent Soul stage for many years.
This time Xuan Hui went down the mountain to suppress the demon, but he returned seriously injured and his soul was lost.
All the people in the Immortal Mountain, including the mountain master, were extremely anxious. The mountain master set up a formation to summon Xuanhui's soul for a hundred days, but to no avail.
Although Mingyao looked like she was crying her heart out, she couldn't help but feel a little happy in her heart.
Only when you are in danger can you survive.
Xuan Hui is the male protagonist in the book, and he cannot die. Now he is in this dangerous place, which may be a sign of breaking through. When his soul returns to its place, it may be the time for her to return home.
Perhaps because she is just a small cannon fodder, the specific plot of the book is not revealed to her, only the first half of the outline is given.
She couldn't determine the exact date of her return home.
But she has already waited for so many years, she can bear to wait another year or two.
Therefore, although she shed tears for Xuan Hui every day, she did not take any substantial action to help Xuan Hui summon his soul.
In the eyes of the people in the fairy mountain, they disliked her even more. They thought she was useless, not presentable, hypocritical, weak and incompetent.
However, seeing that there had been no news from Xuan Hui for several months, the people in the mountains became a little anxious. They tried all kinds of methods to find a cure for their illness, and gradually rumors began to spread about her.
"In this world, she and Xuan Hui Xianjun are connected by marriage and are the closest. If she goes to Ghost Town to find Xuan Hui Xianjun in person, it might be effective."
No one knew who was spreading the rumor, but within a few days, it became so widespread that even the mountain master became concerned and came in person to try to persuade her to go into the ghost town to see if she could find the person.
She didn't want to. The ghost town was so dangerous and she was just an ordinary person.
She just shed tears in front of the mountain master, said nothing, and politely refused.
Her cowardly appearance aroused the resentment of the people in the Immortal Mountain. They cursed her and said that she was heartless. She had been cared for by Xuan Hui for many years. As a mortal living in the Immortal Mountain, she was blessed with an eternal youth and a long life. Now that Xuan Hui was in trouble, she was unwilling to take risks for him. She was even worse than those outer disciples who had nothing to do with Xuan Hui.
Being scolded a few times was not a big deal, but it was unknown which monk had knocked her unconscious, tied her up, and thrown her into the ghost town late at night three days ago before the Ghost Festival.
When he woke up again, he had fallen into this evil ghost yard.
Mingyao looked at the poor man covered in blood not far away, and felt a chill in his heart, angry and scared.
If she had not been more careful and carried the treasure bag with her at all times, she would have become food for the evil ghost long ago.
In the dead of night, the crunching sounds of chewing, accompanied by blood dripping all over the floor, seemed particularly creepy.
Mingyao is timid by nature, tearful and weak.
Now, trying to suppress the sobs brought about by tears and the trembling of fear in my throat has exhausted all my strength.
I don’t know how long it took.
With the final swallow, there was a gulp, and the yard suddenly became quiet.
Mingyao looked through the gaps between the overlapping corpses and watched the black shadow stagger up, stand up, and then leave through the wooden door in the yard.
All that was left were corpses scattered all over the ground and the body that had been bitten beyond recognition.
She suppressed the nausea in her heart and did not dare to be careless. She held it in for a long time. After she had recovered her strength, she pushed away the corpse on top of her, crawled out, and took a breath.
My back was soaked with cold sweat.
Her hands and feet felt weak, and the unpleasant smell of rotting flesh and blood lingered in the yard for a long time.
We can't stay here for long, as we never know when the evil ghost will come back.
She climbed up from the ground, stepping on the slippery blood, and stumbled to push open the wooden door.
A cold wind blew, carrying with it the smell of blood.
In the dilapidated streets before me, every household hung a tattered white lantern. The streets were empty and there was no sign of life.
Ghost town.
Just these two words exude a chilling chill.
Mingyao felt timid, but if she didn't leave, she would have no chance of survival when the evil ghost came back, so she might as well give it a try.
As long as she can find the Temple of Ghosts and Gods, she will be able to leave the ghost town safely after the Ghost Festival.
Mingyao gritted his teeth and took a step forward.
It's very cold.
A temperature that does not belong to the human world.
Mingyao shuddered, looked around, chose a path, and reached into the treasure bag at his waist, wanting to take out a talisman to conceal his body.
Another gust of wind blew.
The cold hair brushed against the tip of her ear, and she sighed——
"Got you, sis."
The blood flows backward and my back feels cold.
The foul-smelling blood energy came from behind, and wherever its breath passed, there was a chill.
Mingyao subconsciously turned his head, but after a hurried glance, his whole body began to tremble like a sieve.
The evil ghost turned into a human form, with its head twisted into an extremely exaggerated angle, a faint light of light green emanating from its body, its eyes without pupils, blood weeping from its eyes, and resentment rising to the sky.
"Sister, please be kind and let me have a bite."
She leaned close to Mingyao's face affectionately.
A cold hand pinched Mingyao's neck, a sinister gaze sifted back and forth across Mingyao's face, and fingers kept stroking Mingyao's throat——
Between life and death.
Mingyao struggled to raise her neck, her vision going dark. She rummaged around in the treasure bag at her waist and finally found a tiny iron nail. At the moment when the evil spirit came to bite her neck, she stabbed it into her waist.
A shrill scream.
The hand that was restraining Mingyao loosened.
Mingyao ran forward in panic.
The road was empty, with only occasional wandering ghosts squatting at the entrance of the alley, looking at her coldly.
Temple of Ghosts and Gods, Temple of Ghosts and Gods.
She kept repeating the name silently.
It's like grabbing a lifeline.
The immortal mountain classics say that if you follow the ghost path, the deepest part of the ghost city is where the Ghost Temple is located.
Live, you must live.
Blood rushed to Mingyao's throat. She had been running too fast and for too long, and she could hardly hold on any longer.
The sinister aura was still behind her, and a soul nail could not shock her for long.
Sure enough, after a while, the evil ghost came back to haunt her again, calling her from sometimes far away, sometimes near -
"Sister, look back at me."
"You stung me so much."
She didn't dare look back, and she didn't know how long she ran. Perhaps God took pity on her. Just as she was running out of energy, a house appeared on the empty street. It was lit with red candles and hung with red lights, completely different from the other houses in the ghost town.
It's obvious that there's something fishy going on.
Mingyao told himself a joke at an inappropriate time.
At a time when her life was at stake, she could maintain such an optimistic and open-minded attitude. She tried hard to pull up the corners of her lips, trying to express her approval of herself.
Unfortunately, the evil ghost was getting closer and closer. There was no time to express anything or think more. Ming Yao was desperate and ran headfirst into the house that was flashing with strange red light.
But the moment Ming Yao touched the door, it seemed like water melted, and there was something inside that was pulling Ming Yao. Ming Yao stumbled and lost his strength, falling in in a very embarrassing posture.
His hand was scratched, but he didn't feel the pain in his panic. The moment Mingyao landed, he turned around in panic, fearing that the evil spirit would follow him in.
Fortunately, the door was intact, keeping the evil spirit out.
Mingyao leaned against the door with lingering fear, but now he relaxed a little. A heat rose from his heart and lungs and rushed to the top of his head. His face was so hot that it felt like it was burning, and his limbs were sore. He sat down on the ground and couldn't get up for a while.
I almost ran away half my life. If I could run so hard in the physical test in school, I wouldn't have to take the make-up exam every year.
Mingyao stared blankly at the room, thinking about many things at random. After a long while, he could gradually see things clearly.
A bright red.
The whole room was hung with layers of red silk, making it look like a wedding room.
A shadow was faintly reflected on the bed not far away.
As if hearing the noise, a clean and strong hand stretched out from behind the red silk and from the bed curtains.
The owner of the hand walked out slowly.
Mingyao was horrified by what he saw.
Wedding room, ghost town, Mid-July.
When these three words were put together, Mingyao felt that he probably really couldn't survive. He had just escaped from the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den.
She really couldn't run anymore. If it happened again, she would just be killed.
It seemed like only a few breaths, but also like I had been waiting for a very long time.
Finally, a "person" walked out from the circle of red candlelight.
She was tall, dressed in red, with a narrow black and gold belt around her waist, her black hair tied up high with red silk, and her body adorned with many jade ornaments. She was elegant and graceful, noble and elegant.
He is a handsome man in red wedding clothes.
Mingyao blinked, thinking he was dreaming.
He pinched his palm hard.
It hurts so much, it’s not a dream.
Unconsciously whispered -
"Husband?"
Ming Yao stared blankly at the person in front of him. He was surprised that Xuan Hui, whose soul had been missing for several months and could not be found even after the mountain master had spent a hundred days to summon his soul, and countless cultivators had worked together to find him, would appear here.
Her brain completely shut down and she had no time to think about it.
Mingyao was exhausted from the constant shock. Now, with such unexpected joy, she couldn't help but take a few steps forward and reach out to grab the man's sleeve, wanting to confirm.
As she got closer, she could smell the faint bitter orange scent from the man, which was clean and refreshing, overwhelming the previous stench of the evil spirit.
Mingyao couldn't help but feel relieved. The joy of escaping death was mixed with fear. He whimpered, his legs went weak, and he leaned directly on Xuanhui Renhun's shoulder, tears streaming down his face, and he cried uncontrollably.
"Husband...you've been missing for these days, and you've scared me."
After what happened tonight, Mingyao's tears, which were originally only three parts sincere, turned into seven parts.
Xuan Hui, who had not liked to have much contact with her in the past, did not push her away, perhaps because he was only a human soul, or perhaps because he had never seen her cry so heartbreakingly.
Mingyao cried heartily.
Not until her emotions gradually calmed down and she came to her senses did she rub the clothes on Xuan Hui's shoulders, which were soaked with her tears, in a somewhat helpless manner.
Over the years, Xuan Hui and she have always treated each other with respect, and there have been few such intimate moments, which made her feel a little awkward for a moment.
Just when I was thinking of saying something to fool her, I looked up with sobs, only to be met with a pair of slightly unfamiliar smiling eyes.
Breathing entangled, just a few inches away.
Mingyao paused, his words stuck in his mouth.
The person in front of him smiled when he saw this.
An extremely gentle voice sounded slowly in her ears——
"This sister-in-law...I'm afraid she picked up the wrong person."
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