Chapter 1: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons "Is it not easy to commit suicide?"...

Amid the roar of ghostly energy, a pitch-black book appeared out of thin air. Golden letters appeared on the cover. The words "Xiantu" slowly rose up as if they had life, hanging in the air and emitting a mysterious light.

Immediately, a cold voice sounded.

[Congratulations, you are born. You are born as a little ghost in the ghost palace. You have successfully crossed the human stage and surpassed 99% of ghosts. The ghost master personally named you Xie Tingyu]

[When you were one year old, you grabbed the red spider lilies of Lady Hongxiu and stuck them on other ghosts’ heads, becoming a famous “flower thief” in the ghost house]

[At the age of two, you can fly over the Lethe River, ride on the skeletons in the Lethe River, and yell "Drive--"]

[When you were four years old, you sneaked into the Death Gate to fight a new ghost. The ghost master dragged you out and beat you up, and then made you live in the Death Gate to experience darkness. You were very happy, but from then on, the Death Gate was filled with ghosts howling all day long. It was so miserable and sad that the ghosts passing by were so scared that they walked around.]

[When you were six years old, you had become a local tyrant. You went to Meng Po to ask for soup every day, and you were immune to all poisons.]

[When you were eight years old, you developed a body that was immune to all poisons. You were noticed by the Ghost Lord, who ordered you to guard the ghosts in Jiuyuan.]

[When you were ten years old, you became the young master of Jiuyuan. Every day, ghosts "voluntarily" rode for you and "voluntarily" gave you Jiuyuan's special soul fish as a gift. You lived a carefree life.]

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[When you were seventeen, the ghost master named you the Retired Ghost King. You contradicted him, thinking that this title symbolized that you had nothing behind you, which was a bad omen. You were punished to become the guide for the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts.]

[At the age of seventeen and one day, you ran out of energy while leading the way, and were rejected by the Gate of Death, becoming a mortal]

[At the age of eighteen, you died while saving the male protagonist Long Aotian, and since then you have become his long-lost white moonlight that has passed away prematurely. In fact, you are not dead, you have returned to the ghost house and continued to live a carefree life]

Every word penetrated Xie Tingyu's eardrums, like a memory engraved deep in her soul. Her eyes moved and she automatically ignored the ugly black-covered book.

This is something that has existed in her mind since she transmigrated into the book. It is also the novel she transmigrated into, a novel about a good-for-nothing counterattacking male protagonist who cultivates immortality.

Xie Tingyu had never met this Long Aotian and didn't want to meet him.

She crushed the talisman paper left by the ghost lord, and the golden flying characters on it flew out, slowly turned into light spots and dissipated.

[Host, the ghost master means that the ghost mansion treasure disappeared on its own.]

The same-speaking conversion system she brought with her in the book reminded her in her head, and Xie Ting frowned.

"Are you sick? How dare your treasure grow legs and run away by itself?" Xie Tingyu cursed coldly as he stood on the road where the cold wind was blowing.

There are two important points to note from the talisman paper left by the ghost master.

Firstly, her mortal body restrains her cultivation as a ghost king, and she can only gradually recover by being beaten by others, so she needs to seek death and beating.

Secondly, the ghost master asked us to find a treasure, but he didn’t say anything about what the treasure was or what it looked like!

Looking for a ghost treasure whose name you don't know in the world of cultivation and the mundane world is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

A pair of bright peach blossom eyes with upturned corners stared straight at the broken ground, feeling that it was just like her broken heart.

On the seventeenth and first day of the year when he became a ghost messenger through a book, hundreds of ghosts roamed at night, and the Gate of Death refused to let anyone in, so he was abandoned on the spot.

She should be the first ghost messenger in history to be abandoned after the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons. I dare not say that there will be no one like her, but she is definitely unprecedented.

Xie Tingyu couldn't run away at this time, as there was a strange aura all around him.

Her expression was indifferent. She lowered her eyes and took a look. She picked up a copper coin stuck in the crack of the ground and played with it in her hand.

Streams of light of various colors rushed out from all directions, surrounding her.

It was not until human figures appeared in the flowing light and a commotion arose that the gloomy atmosphere left by the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons was broken.

The colorful Taoist robes were embroidered with various runes and patterns, glowing faintly in the night, forming a sharp contrast with the woman in white standing in the middle of the road.

Her white dress was stained red, her back was completely red, and her figure was so thin that it looked like she would be blown away by a gust of wind.

The disciples of the Immortal Sect looked at each other in bewilderment, and were extremely wary of this woman who appeared to be extremely fragile and appeared on the road of the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons. Many of them even secretly activated spells, ready to launch attacks at any time.

Xie Tingyu had a blank expression on his face. He wanted to cast a spell, but in an instant he found his body heavy and his former great strength was nowhere to be found.

There was a hot and tingling sensation on his back that went straight to the top of his head, and Xie Tingyu's scalp was numb.

Although the ghost master had told her, she still found it hard to accept.

Where is my cultivation? Give me back my high level of cultivation!

She subconsciously touched her chest and felt her long-lost heartbeat.

Thank you for listening to Yu's speechlessness.

I have been dead for seventeen years and have been a ghost for seventeen years, but the ghost master brought me back to life?

Xie Tingyu remained calm, but in his heart he was shouting: "Tonic, I want to lie down in the ghost house like a salted fish."

Well, isn't it easy to commit suicide?

Xie Tingyu was wrapped in a cold aura, her white clothes fluttering in the night wind, her face was pale, causing a group of disciples from the immortal sect to look at her with frowns.

Before she opened her mouth, a female disciple with a graceful figure, wearing a red corset, stepped forward.

When he realized that the woman in white seemed to be just a mortal who posed no threat, he became less alert.

But I couldn't help wondering, how could a mortal come here on a day when hundreds of demons are roaming around at night?

"Who are you?"

A red-clothed female disciple with scars on her face raised her chin slightly and asked in a somewhat naturally domineering tone.

[Host, she is asking who you are, where you are from, and what you are doing here.]

[Shut up, I understand.]

Xie Tingyu claimed that she was not a good person, and she remembered the strange method of removing the restriction on her cultivation. She played with the copper plate in her hand, tossing it up and down, and finally grabbed it in her hand and handed it out. She used the most wicked expression she could think of, imitated the female disciple, raised her chin, and spoke with a sense of superiority.

Xie Tingyu simply read out the female disciple's words and replied randomly.

"You look so poor, use it to buy something to eat."

Xie Tingyu was not afraid of these people touching her. Not to mention that she was not afraid of death, even if someone wanted to check her identity, there would be nothing wrong with it.

She was convinced that this body was a real mortal body.

Anything produced by the Ghost Master must be of high quality.

She is a loyal fan of the Ghost Lord.

Xie Tingyu "looked down from a low position", and the copper plate in his hand fell into the eyes of the disciples of the Immortal Sect, causing their pupils to tremble slightly.

What is this mortal doing? Bullying Senior Sister Cheng Yan of Xuan Yuntian?

Senior Sister Cheng Yan has always had a bad temper and is extremely arrogant. Isn't this crossing her bottom line?

Cheng Yan, who was wearing a neat red dress, was slightly stunned. His eyes trembled, staring at the copper coin, and then glanced at the blood on Xie Ting's jade-white dress.

Cheng Yan frowned, "Are you sure you want to give it to me?"

[Host, the other party is doubting the truthfulness of your words.]

Xie Tingyu didn't respond to this nervous system. She was used to being willful, and now she was in urgent need of being beaten.

So Xie Tingyu threw the copper plate into Cheng Yan's arms without saying anything, "I don't have anything else, take it or not."

Is this the only copper plate on you? Are you willing to take it out?

The woman in white seemed to be afraid that Cheng Yan would return the copper money, so she slightly turned her body and quietly looked away.

Xie Tingyu was just afraid that she couldn't help feeling guilty, so she picked up the copper coin covered in dirt from the ground.

However, all the disciples stared at Xie Tingyu's pale face which was covered with blood. His white robe was tattered and even his back was stained with blood because Xie Tingyu leaned sideways. After so many years of practicing Taoism, it seemed that at this moment, they finally found the meaning of practicing Taoism.

That is - to help the kind-hearted people and the weak in the world.

Even ordinary people in the secular world know this.

Thinking about their previous behavior of intercepting the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons in order to gain reputation, they really felt ashamed of their previous selves.

What does mere prestige and fame mean?

Senior Sister Cheng Yan must have been shocked as well, which is why she didn't get angry just now.

The expressions of the disciples kept changing. Xie Tingyu couldn't understand. She frowned and said in a slightly coquettish voice, "Why are you all looking at me? I don't have anything else. It's not that I won't give it to you!"

The disciples looked at her gently: Okay, we know, you are afraid that we will feel unbalanced, so you are comforting us.

Xie Tingyu thought her own act of seeking death was insulting enough, but the looks from these disciples made her feel extremely awkward.

As for Cheng Yan in red, after introducing himself to Xie Tingyu, he thanked her, borrowed a handkerchief from the female disciple next to him, and wrapped the copper money properly.

Several female disciples came over with complicated looks, and Xie Tingyu seemed to read pity in their eyes.

Have mercy on me?

Xie Tingyu's eyes widened slightly in disbelief.

Why do you pity me?

Xie Tingyu: No, are you sick?

I am insulting you. Don't you, disciples of the immortal sect, value dignity and prestige the most? How can you not be angry after being insulted?

"Sure enough, I still have to do the opposite." Xie Tingyu complained in his heart.

Cheng Yan's face was in a state of struggle, as if he was a little awkward, "Girl, is your injury serious?"

[Host, they are testing the severity of your injuries to gauge your combat capability.]

[Real or fake?] Xie Tingyu remained calm on the surface, but was stunned by the same-speaking conversion system. Maybe these people are just that bad?

Xie Tingyu hesitated for a moment, "Behind?" She chuckled.

Then he remembered something and changed the subject, "My name is Xie Tingyu."

Cheng Yan uttered an "ah" and his movements were not coordinated. He turned around and shouted, "Is Uncle Wen here? Can you help me?"

Xie Tingyu frowned when he heard this and looked over.

The crowd parted and a figure walked away.

The pace is neither fast nor slow.

He was a tall and handsome young man, dressed in black, holding an ancient long sword in his arms.

After noticing Xie Tingyu's gaze, he stopped not far away, and a pair of deep eyes came into view.

In the moonlight, he stood there, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his long black hair tied high with a golden crown, dancing lightly in the wind, his clothes fluttering, and his movements revealed an innate elegance and composure.

Xie Tingyu had never seen anyone with such a temperament.

It seems gentle, yet has the sharpness of a sword.

When Xie Tingyu was observing the black-robed youth recklessly, Cheng Yan spoke carefully, "Miss Tingyu, you don't have to be afraid. We are all disciples of the immortal sect and we will definitely not deceive you. However, this is a place where hundreds of ghosts roam at night. Your sudden appearance will definitely arouse suspicion."

"So please come back with us to the sect and treat your wounds."

[Host, you suddenly appeared here, they must be suspicious!]

[Can you please shut up? You don't need to translate this!]

Xie Tingyu knew that she couldn't escape the examination, but what about the injuries on her body?

Xie Tingyu lowered his eyes. He didn't know how the wound came about. Was it something that existed in this mortal body itself?

This really feels like giving it away.

The sensory experience is not good at all.

The distant memories were vague, and Xie Tingyu's mind was like a mess, and he couldn't remember anything.

When she came to her senses, she felt an icy force penetrating the air and blowing towards her face. She looked up and saw a young man in black clothes approaching her without her noticing.

"I'm sorry." He spoke in a gentle voice, and deliberately kept a distance from Xie Tingyu while healing.

Xie Ting frowned: "Thank you."

To outsiders, her puzzled expression might make her seem reluctant to say thank you.

Caught off guard, he lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyes as dark as ink, calm and without any emotion, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly, giving people a gentle and approachable look.

Her heart beat suddenly, Xie Tingyu's lips moved slightly, and she swallowed all the words back into her throat.

For some reason, while thinking, Xie Tingyu felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, his vision went dark, and he almost fell headfirst onto the handsome young man.

The slender, white hand quickly supported Xie Tingyu's arm.

Because there were other people around, he did not push her away, but instead looked concerned.

The gentle voice was like a spring breeze blowing through my heart, "Thank you, Miss, be careful."

Xie Tingyu was about to thank him, and everyone was silent for a while. Suddenly, he heard the man's laughter again, but he could vaguely sense a hint of coldness in the gentle voice.

All the disciples of the Immortal Sect were led by him on this trip, and he usually looked gentle and kind.

Only Xie Tingyu was close enough, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the dark color surging in the other person's eyes, with extreme impatience and disgust.

"I seem to have seen you before. Where was it?"