Judging from his expression, it looked as if his right eye was throbbing with excruciating pain, unbearable. Xie Lian immediately snatched it back: "What's wrong with you?"
Hua Cheng's lips twitched slightly, but he forced himself not to answer. The silver eye on the handle of the Evil Blade opened, its pupils darting wildly. The veins on the back of Hua Cheng's hand, resting on the altar, bulged slightly, as if he were about to overturn the altar. Xie Lian raised his hand to touch him, but Hua Cheng muttered, "Don't come near!"
Xie Lian paused, and Hua Cheng endured it, saying, "...Your Highness, please leave me now. I might..."
Xie Lian asked, “How can I leave like this?!”
Hua Cheng said angrily, "If you stay here any longer, I...!"
From beyond the Qiandeng Gate came waves of ghostly howls, each louder than the last. Ghosts collapsed on the streets of the Ghost Market, wailing and screaming, clutching their heads in their hands. They all seemed to be suffering from splitting headaches and desperately wanted to die. Qi Rong, however, was running swiftly ahead, simply because he was possessed by a living person. Although this flesh body weakened his magical power, it also served as a barrier, weakening the attacks against the ghost body. Therefore, he was still able to jump around, seizing the opportunity to escape. The female ghosts holding Gu Zi fell to the ground, groaning in pain, unable to sing their hypnotic little songs. Gu Zi woke up in a daze, just in time to see Qi Rong running wildly. She quickly got up and chased after him, shouting, "Dad! Dad! Wait for me!"
As Qi Rong ran, he turned back, stuck out his tongue, and rolled his eyes, saying, "Lulululalalalalalalal, dear son, Daddy's leaving! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Guzi was still chasing after him with his short legs. Seeing him running farther and farther away, he burst into tears: "Dad! Don't leave me. Dad, take me with you!"
Qi Rong said with a loud "Go away! Go away! Don't chase me! You're in the way!"
His spit flew far, hitting Gu Zi on the forehead and sending him stumbling backward. He sat on the ground and cried heartbreakingly. Xie Lian couldn't stand it any longer and stormed out of Qiandeng Temple, shouting angrily, "Qi Rong!"
When Qi Rong saw him blocking the way, he was so scared that he quickly ran back, picking up some grains on the ground as he went, saying, "Don't come over here! If you do, I'll bite this little encumbrance's head off for you to see! My dear son, you're such a filial son if you want to be your father's food! Tomorrow, I'll cook you. Braised or steamed, it's your choice, hahahahahaha!"
Xie Lian wasn't afraid of him at all. Just as he was about to catch up, he heard a loud noise behind him. Hua Cheng had swept the pen holder and inkstone from the table to the floor, as if in a rage. As a last resort, Xie Lian had no time to bother with Qi Rong. He turned back and said, "Sanlang..."
Suddenly, Hua Cheng hugged him tightly and said in a trembling voice, "I lied. Don't leave."
“…” Xie Lian froze in his arms like a piece of iron. “Sanlang? Do you recognize who I am?”
He seemed to be completely out of his mind, unable to recognize who was in front of him. He just hugged Xie Lian tightly and muttered repeatedly, "...I lied, don't leave."
Xie Lian's eyes widened. From outside Qiandeng Temple came Qi Rong's smug laughter and Gu Zi's wailing. Qi Rong said, "Hey, hey! Dog Flower City! I'll let you look down on me all day long! I'll let you act so high and mighty all day long! This is karma, isn't it? Fall down now!"
The ghosts screaming in the street had lost all their strength, but they also started cursing: "Green Ghost! How can you, a useless piece of shit like you, have the guts to scold our city lord?!"
Hearing the clamoring noises from the others, Hua Cheng seemed particularly furious, raising his hand to shoo them away. Xie Lian quickly embraced him, pressing his hand down, and softly said, "Okay, okay. I won't leave you. I won't leave you." With another wave of his hand, the gates of Qiandeng Temple automatically closed, preventing Qi Rong from entering under such circumstances. He shouted, "Get out now! I don't have time for you! If you don't leave now, be careful... ah!"
Unexpectedly, Huacheng wasn't content to simply hold him close; he suddenly pushed him down onto the jade table. The brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were scattered all over the floor. Xie Lian's hand slid across the dish of cinnabar on the table, leaving a few crimson marks on the paper as he struggled. In "Li Si," the character "Wushan" in the line "Except Wushan is not a cloud" was stained with a delicate, sensual crimson, an inexplicable allure. Xie Lian said, "Three..."
Before he finished speaking, Hua Cheng pressed his shoulder and kissed him.
Qi Rong, having clearly heard something amiss, laughed out loud, "Brother Crown Prince, be careful! Gou Huacheng must be acting like a mad dog, biting anyone he catches! I'm going to go spread the word for you. There are quite a few monks and Taoist priests who have grudges against Gou Huacheng. Now's the time to settle your scores! Hehe, hahaha..." His voice faded away, and Xie Lian felt a pang of anxiety. What if Qi Rong really summoned a large group of mages and Taoist priests who had offended Huacheng in the past to take advantage of the ghosts' misfortune? In this situation, how could the ghosts of Ghost Market remain unscathed?
However, Huacheng didn't give him the time to ponder these thoughts. Clearly not a living being, possessing no body temperature, his body was now burning intensely, as if he were experiencing a fever. Xie Lian pressed his lips against his, forced to endure the surging heat from him. His hand, originally intended to resist, clutched the red shirt on his shoulder.
Perhaps it was Hua Cheng's magical power that was too strong, filling his entire throat, chest, and abdomen with a warm, swollen feeling that was extremely uncomfortable. Xie Lian felt that if he was forced to endure this any longer, his entire body would be pierced by what Hua Cheng was forcing through him. He gritted his teeth and struck out with all his might. However, although he struck Hua Cheng, he couldn't actually hit him, and only struck his shoulder, a blow that was neither light nor heavy. Hua Cheng gripped his wrist tightly, pressing it down, and continued to vent his anger.
If he continued like this, he really couldn't do it. This time, Xie Lian used both hands to push him away, and fled to the side of the altar, panting slightly. But Hua Cheng, with bloodshot eyes, rushed over and pressed him to the altar. Xie Lian said, "Sanlang!"
“…”
Maybe his voice had some effect. Hua Cheng stared at his face for a long time, and suddenly hugged him tightly.
Seeing that he was obedient and hadn't forced any more mana into him, Xie Lian breathed a sigh of relief. But as they held him, he could sense the mana within Hua Cheng running wild. No wonder he'd kissed him the moment he caught him. He was so frantic, he had to find a way to vent his anger. To completely calm him down and restore his consciousness, he'd probably have to bleed him. But Hua Cheng wasn't a living being, so where would he bleed?
After thinking it over again, Xie Lian finally said, “…I’m sorry.”
So, he cupped Hua Cheng's face in his hands and pressed his lips against his, slowly guiding the scorching spiritual energy within Hua Cheng's body into his own, helping to ease the pain and heat. Hua Cheng also hugged his waist, and Xie Lian trembled slightly. The next moment, the two of them tumbled onto the altar.
It was truly unfair. Xie Lian didn't dare touch Hua Cheng's even slightly dangerous parts, yet Hua Cheng, taking advantage of his unconsciousness, was unbridled and unrestrained, forcing Xie Lian into unbearable pain. This altar was originally a place for worshipping gods, but now, a ghost and a god were lying there, kissing and entwining. It was truly absurd and bizarre, yet also tender and beautiful.
The previous times, both parties had been relatively lucid, each seemingly with a legitimate reason, and they had exercised restraint, limiting their lips to a single kiss. But this time, one partner's confusion caught the other off guard, and their lips and teeth crossed the line. In his hazy state, Xie Lian finally confirmed one thing. Although each time seemed like he couldn't help himself, in reality, he couldn't help himself.
After enduring this torture for most of the night, Hua Cheng's inner restlessness finally subsided, and his arms around Xie Lian loosened slightly. Xie Lian turned over and sat up, gazing at Hua Cheng's sleeping face with his eyes closed, and sighed.
Erming was left alone, his eyes still darting wildly. Xie Lian took the scimitar and fumbled with it for a long time. Only then did Erming narrow his eyes slightly, as if finally satisfied. Not long after, Huacheng suddenly sat up and said, "...Your Highness?!"
Xie Lian quickly adjusted his demeanor, turned around and said happily, "You're awake? Everything's fine."
Hua Cheng glanced around. The main hall of Qiandeng Temple was a mess. His face was unusually confused, as if he couldn't quite remember what had happened last night. Xie Lian took the initiative and spoke calmly, "What happened last night? All of your subordinates suddenly had headaches, fevers, and were restless. You, too, were extremely angry."
Hua Cheng said, "Besides that?"
Xie Lian asked, “Besides that? Nothing else.”
Hua Cheng stared at him and said, "Is it really gone? Then how can I calm down?"
Xie Lian coughed lightly and said a little embarrassedly, "To be honest, Sanlang, please don't blame me. Besides this..." He raised the hand that was stroking Er Ming and said, "I also, ahem, had a fight with you."
“…”
Hua Cheng asked suspiciously, "...did they have a fight?"
Xie Lian remained calm, looking at him sincerely and saying, "Yes, you see, this palace is in such a mess because of our fight."
“…”
After a while, Hua Cheng exhaled and held his forehead with one hand.
Seeing that he didn't ask any more questions, Xie Lian finally let go of his worries and breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, Hua Cheng whispered, "It's open."
Xie Lian asked, “What?”
Hua Cheng raised his head and said in a deep voice, "Tonglu Mountain has reopened."
The two of them knew exactly what this meant. Xie Lian's eyes widened as he asked, "A new Ghost King... is about to be born?"
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When Xie Lian returned to report, thunder rumbled incessantly above Xianjing. Entering the Divine Martial Hall, Xie Lian instinctively wanted to find someone to ask, "Master Thunder Master, what's wrong?" But only after he'd finished speaking did he realize that the spot where the Wind Master usually stood was empty. The Water Master in the front row, the Earth Master in the far corner, were also gone. He paused, sighing softly. He tilted his head, only to see Lang Qianqiu enter from outside the hall.
After not seeing each other for many days, Lang Qianqiu had lost weight and looked a little depressed. He looked at him and turned away without saying a word.
Xie Lian looked around, but couldn't find anyone in the hall with whom he could talk freely.
A voice replied, "Nothing serious. The Ghost King is about to be born. Ghosts are wailing and gods are howling. The thunder cannot be stopped."
It was Feng Xin who answered. For some reason, seeing him made Xie Lian feel incredibly close. However, Feng Xin had a black eye, and Xie Lian couldn't help but look back at Mu Qing, who was far away on the other side of the hall. One of Mu Qing's cheeks was swollen, suggesting a long-standing grudge between them, perhaps stemming from a brutal fight.
Jun Wu said, "I'm sure you've all heard why I called everyone here this time."
The priests responded in varying degrees. Jun Wu said slowly, "Heaven and earth are the furnace, and all living things are copper; we are in deep water and fire, and there is eternal suffering within.
"Tonglu Mountain is a natural badland with dangerous feng shui, and an active volcano that may erupt at any time.
"Every hundred years, the Gu City in the mountains opens, shocking all ghosts. This shock is especially great for the previous Ghost King. All the demons and monsters eager to ascend to the ultimate realm will rush to Tonglu Mountain. Once they gather, Tonglu Mountain will be sealed again, and the battle will officially begin.
"When only the last one is left, the Ghost King will be born.
"Blood Rain Searching Flower and Black Water Sinking Boat are both Ghost Kings of Despair from Tonglu Mountain. They both achieved their ultimate goal and left the mountain. Black Water took twelve years, and Hua Cheng took ten."
Mu Qing said coldly, "One Heishui and one Huacheng are already a difficult problem. Look at what they've done. If there's one more, it will be disastrous."
Xie Lian said gently, "General Xuanzhen, I won't comment on what Heishui did. However, Huacheng didn't do anything too extreme, did he?"
Mu Qing puffed out one bruised cheek and glanced at him. Pei Ming said, "It's quite a tricky situation. So this time, the Ten Thousand Ghosts must be stopped from attending the gathering, right?"
Jun Wu said, "That's right. It will take several months for all the ghosts to gather. We need to try to intercept them before they gather."
Xie Lian asked, “What if we’re too late to stop it? Can we still salvage it?”
Jun Wu said, "Yes, but I hope it won't come to that. The most urgent matter right now is that the unrest among the myriad ghosts has caused a wave of chaos. Many demons and monsters that were originally suppressed in various places have fled. Many of these are extremely dangerous non-human creatures, such as the female ghost Xuan Ji, the fetal spirit, and the Jinyi Immortal. They must be heading towards Tonglu Mountain and must be captured immediately."
Xie Lian said, “They all ran away? This mess is truly huge.”
Jun Wu said, "So, I'm afraid the Martial Gods of each hall will have to put in more effort and thoroughly investigate their respective areas of jurisdiction."
Xie Lian asked, “Then…what about me?”
Although Xie Lian was now a Broken God, he had at least ascended as a Martial God twice before, and was now basically being used as a Martial God. However, he did not have any jurisdiction. After pondering for a moment, Jun Wu said, "Xianle, you, go with Qiying."
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