Gingerbread returned to Immortal Jade Peak and first paid respects to Immortal Lord Qingxue.
After telling his master about what happened at the Nine Heavens Sect, before he could even let Qingxue Immortal Lord choose a gift, he was summoned by his Uncle Wuya to the Sect Leader's Hall.
I reckon that Master Zhuge has finished telling Sect Leader Wuya about the Demon Devouring Technique and the Blood Array.
I'll send the gift tomorrow.
Gingerbread couldn't wait to fly back to its own yard.
"My old, worn-out bed, I'm back!"
As soon as I entered the room, I pounced on the bed, hugging my pillow and rolling around howling.
"Even if the beds outside are covered with spirit stones, they're still not as comfortable as my little shabby bed! Humph~"
Fen Jue appeared beside the tea table, resting his chin on one hand, his knuckles bent as he tapped the tea table idly. "This trip has indeed been tiring. Take a good rest for a few days."
Gingerbread crossed his arms behind his head and said, "Hehe, it's rare to hear someone like you, a sword cultivator who only knows how to cultivate, talk about resting. How strange!"
"Your performance is enough to earn you a few days of leisure."
Throughout the Nine Heavens Tower, Gingerbread fought its way from the first to the seventh floor without ever asking for his help.
They even tricked him a little on the first floor.
The little liar has made great progress.
“Hehehehehe…”
Gingerbread rolled over, rested its head on one hand, and smiled at Fen Jue.
She didn't say anything, just stared at him and kept smiling.
It's so creepy!
Fen Jue: "...Just say what you want to do."
Gingerbread sat up, hugging her pillow. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled brightly, and her smile was unrestrained. "I heard the Ghost Market is a lot of fun. I want to go there!"
"Oh." Fen Jue knew exactly what she wanted to do, but deliberately didn't respond.
"!"
Gingerbread's little face scrunched up in a grimace. "Little Jue, don't you have anything to say?"
Fen Jue smiled and answered decisively, "No."
"......"
"Xiao Jue, you're so unlovable right now." Ginger Cake got out of bed and walked up to Fen Jue. "Want to come with me to the Ghost Market?"
Her face magnified before the flames.
He didn't expect the other person to come closer, and after a moment of surprise, he tilted his head back.
"I want to go to the ghost market! I want to go to the ghost market! Ahhhhh! I want to go to the ghost market!!!"
Seeing that Fen Jue didn't react, Gingerbread grabbed his arms and started shaking him, "Little Jue, you can't be so heartless! I'm too scared to go by myself, you have to come with me!"
Fen Jue's teasing smile froze on his lips. Looking at the arm she was shaking, he felt no impatience whatsoever. After a few moments of stunned silence, he pulled his arm back and said, "Go."
"Wow!" Gingerbread jumped up excitedly. "Little Jue, you're still so cute."
"We've made a promise, we'll rest for two days and then head to the ghost market."
She washed her face by the river, performed the cleansing incantation twice, and happily went back to her room to sleep.
It's late at night.
Fenjue leaned lazily against the eaves, dozing off, his thick, long eyelashes casting a fan-shaped shadow on his cheeks.
The cries of cranes echoed in my ears, reaching the clouds.
The evening breeze blows.
His eyelashes fluttered.
He opened his eyes, revealing a languid and deep black pupil.
Fenjue sighed very softly, and the crane dared not make a sound anymore; even the passing wind stopped.
Cultivators have a hearing that is superior to that of ordinary people.
In an exceptionally quiet environment.
Fenjue could clearly hear Gingerbread's soft snoring and her incessant mumbling in her sleep inside the room.
The red-clad swordsman lowered his eyes slightly, drew his sword from his waist, and the cold sword light pierced the quiet night. The crisp hum of the sword was even more melodious than the cry of a crane.
Inside the house, Gingerbread was fast asleep.
outside the house.
He practiced swordsmanship all night, burning the ashes.
......
"It feels so good to have slept so well!"
Gingerbread slowly got up to wash and brush his teeth.
I'm in a rare good mood.
I personally cooked in the small kitchen in the courtyard, steaming a basket of custard buns and cooking a pot of pumpkin porridge.
Bring breakfast to the stone table in the courtyard.
Burnt embers drifted down from the roof.
Gingerbread turned her head and asked with a smug look, "Little Jue, would you like to try my cooking?"
"Um."
He sat down opposite the gingerbread man, holding his sword.
Gingerbread pushed the buns towards the center.
Then she opened the Eight Trigrams Token of the Cultivation World, unaware that someone's gaze lingered on her.
The token projected a blue light screen.
[I hate straight male sword cultivators: There's no gossip in the cultivation world lately, it's so boring!]
[Senior brother, you haven't fasted: Family members, come out and chat!]
[A writer of purely erotic fiction: I'm timidly raising my hand, I have a little something to say.]
Gingerbread entered a sentence on the token.
[Grinning and eating melon seeds: Little Meat, you're something else! Tell us what happened.]
[Pure erotic fiction writer: This is a rumor that came from the Ghost Market. The current Demon Lord is in a hurry to set up that Blood Melting Array because he failed his tribulation and urgently needs blood beads to sustain himself!]
Wow, this is huge news!
Just as Gingerbread was about to type, a netizen asked a question.
[Hateful straight-male sword cultivators: So, the Demon Lord is all bark and no bite? Wouldn't that be the perfect opportunity to destroy the Demon Realm?]
[Pure erotic fiction writer: Fellow Daoist, what are you thinking! Do you think the Four Saints and Twelve Generals of the Demon Realm are just sitting around doing nothing? Besides, the Demon Lord has a son, and the power of demonic cultivators can be passed down. If you're sure you're going to die, just pass your cultivation to the young Demon Lord.]
[Hate Straight Male Sword Cultivators: Oh right, how could I forget about the Young Demon Lord? Come to think of it, it seems like it's been over ten years since I've heard any news about him. Where is he??]
[Senior Brother, you haven't fasted: Now that you mention it, it's true. The last time I heard about it was fifteen years ago when this young master caused a ruckus in the Ghost Market and fought fiercely with the Ghost Buddha.]
[Grinning and eating melon seeds: Ghost Buddha? Fellow Daoist, tell me about it, I've never heard of him!]
[I hate straight male sword cultivators: Little brother, you don't even know about the Ghost Buddha?!]
[Grinning and eating melon seeds: Hehe, you country bumpkins from a small sect, tell me about them.]
[Senior Brother, you haven't fasted: Ghost Buddha Child is the Lord of the Ghost Realm, his Dharma name is Wuxiang, and his secular name is Weizhuo. Before becoming the Lord of the Ghost Realm, he was the most talented disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect. After reaching the Refinement Void Realm, he betrayed the sect and disappeared without a trace. When he reappeared, he was already the Lord of the Ghost Realm, Ghost Buddha Child. It is said that he has a solitary personality and a terrible temper, and his arms are covered with the Lotus Sutra.]
[Author's note: One more thing, the Ghost Buddha kills entirely based on his mood, so never run into him when he's in a bad mood. However, he rarely leaves the Ghost Market. In the past hundred years, the only one who dared to provoke him was that lawless young demon lord of the Demon Realm.]
[Grinning and eating melon seeds: Thanks for the explanation, fellow Daoists, see you later!]
Gingerbread turned off the token and exhaled, "Little Jue, Ghost Buddha sounds really scary."
"It's nothing." The rich, sweet taste of the custard bun disappeared between his teeth. He put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with an elegant and leisurely gesture. "I know Wei Zhuo."
"You must be a walking encyclopedia of the cultivation world."
From humans, demons, monsters, and ghosts to spirit beasts and ferocious beasts, there is nothing he doesn't know.
Fen Jue automatically ignored her flattery, saying, "You're just going to the Ghost Market for a casual stroll; you won't run into him."
With a custard bun stuffed in her mouth, Gingerbread puffed out her cheeks and said, "That's good. I don't want to mess with anyone."
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