Chapter 110 Yin Soldier One
He saw the man with the same face as himself, yielding to the boy's demands with utmost gentleness, spoiled and unreasonable, things that he thought were impossible to compromise on, all in the boy's favor.
Time and again, they blended together seamlessly.
waste.
That certainly couldn't be him. How could he be so fixated on someone, even abandoning his dignity? They say dreams are the opposite of reality, and he couldn't possibly take one or two erotic dreams so seriously.
I just feel annoyed.
The more I think about it, the more upset I get...
No, he mustn't let him run into that boy, or the boy will taste what it's like to beg for mercy beneath him. Even if the dream was just an illusion, he still couldn't bear someone riding on his head.
The veins on the back of the king's hand, which was resting on the bedding, bulged. As soon as he lifted it, he flung the bedding aside, got out of bed, put on his imperial boots, and summoned the head palace maid.
Zhixi lowered her eyes, placed the basin on the shelf, and then handed over a handkerchief, waiting for the Prince of Zhen to wash up.
The King of Zhen glanced at Zhixi out of the corner of his eye, wondering if she, having followed him for so long, might know whether such a young man had appeared by his side all these years.
He swallowed hard, but ultimately just took a handkerchief to wash his face without uttering a word.
Upon seeing the clothes worn by the servant boy, the King of Zhen couldn't help but feel a tightness in his eyelids. His gaze lingered on the clothes for a long while before he subtly looked away.
The boy first appeared in his dream dressed in the ceremonial robes of the Imperial Kitchen. He had already made an excuse to go to the Imperial Kitchen to investigate, but still found nothing.
After finishing his meal, Prince Zhen strode out of the Zhengren Hall. Along the way, broken bricks and tiles remained, and everything was in dire need of repair. However, there were no craftsmen or carpenters around, because Prince Zhen had sent them all out to repair the houses in the capital.
The King of Zhen did not look to the side and went to court.
Pu Xunzhi stood behind a group of sixth-rank officials. Although he was tall and dashing, he deliberately hunched his back slightly to try to make himself less conspicuous.
As soon as the King of Zhen sat down on the dragon throne, he raised his eyes, but instead of meeting the King of Zhen's gaze as usual.
Pu Xunzhi was deeply surprised. He noticed that Prince Zhen was staring blankly in a certain direction until the imperial eunuch reminded him. Only then did Prince Zhen lower his sharp eyebrows and say in a deep voice, "What do you gentlemen have to report today? Speak."
Pu Xunzhi breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the Poison King return to his normal state. But he didn't know that just now, the Poison King had suddenly felt a sense of familiarity with that spot, causing his heart to race. It was as if a very important person had once stood in that position, smiling at him, and in that person's eyes, it seemed, were swimming koi carp, reflecting shimmering light, like something out of a dream…
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The boy who once had koi fish in his eyes is now a young man. He is wrapping himself up like a silkworm with his bedding and huddling at the foot of the bed, just to stay away from the snow fox and the big-eared fox courtesan.
He didn't expect that the two of them would stop acting. They had just been crying their eyes out, so he took pity on them and let them stay in the side room. But as soon as he finished speaking, the two of them wrapped themselves around him like water snakes and started groping him.
It wasn't that he couldn't fight back, but the two men showed no malice whatsoever; their eyes gleamed with amusement. Besides, they were sent by Mr. Bai, and making a scene right away would only bring trouble, which would do him no good. Therefore, Shinju could only remain vigilant and evasive, refraining from revealing his skills.
Fortunately, they weren't as physically strong as Zhen Su; they'd sweated buckets chasing her around on the small bed, yet they couldn't get a shred of pity from her. They'd never seen anyone so stubborn. Isn't it said that men are slaves to their desires?
They would never admit that they weren't attractive enough, after all, they had never lost in Fengdu, and seducing someone was just a matter of snapping their fingers.
Left with no other choice, they said "We'll come back tomorrow" and swayed away. Shinju decisively locked the door and added a layer of somewhat rudimentary enchantment around the bed.
"Phew..." Shinju let out a long sigh, listening to the laughter and chatter outside, the clinking of glasses, and slowly moved his head back onto the pillow, throwing off the covers.
His current magical abilities are too limited.
The underworld only contains yin energy, which can be converted into spiritual energy, but it consumes a great deal of yang energy. He has currently sealed his yang acupoints, and if he were to convert them, it would be very likely to reveal that he is a living person. Fortunately, he can still absorb spiritual energy in the mortal realm, but underworld officials usually go on missions at night, and their time of activity is even shorter.
When dealing with ghosts, his extreme martial arts and true immortal body are not advantageous. He still needs to subdue and bind the three corpses as soon as possible so that he can control them and make them work for him.
When facing the snow fox and the big-eared fox courtesan earlier, he had considered forming a soul pact with them. However, upon further reflection, he realized they were thriving in Fengdu and unlikely to be willing to be controlled by others. Forcibly subjugating them would inevitably lead to a fierce battle. Moreover, the resentment and malevolent energy on their bodies weren't particularly strong, so forming a pact wouldn't make them a fighting force. If they possessed the powerful aura of the ghost general from last night, he would have no shortage of strength to fight them.
Unfortunately, given his current cultivation level, he cannot subdue the Ghost General without first establishing the Three Corpses.
One can only eat one bite at a time. There's no other way but to abandon delusions and greed and take things one step at a time.
After resting for two hours, Shinju glanced at the dusty water-drop waist tag, put on his disguise veil and straw raincoat and hat, and went to find the steward, Mr. Shiro.
Mr. Bai happened to be sitting in the lobby. When he saw Shinju walking towards him, he was not surprised at all, as if he had been waiting for Shinju on purpose. He nodded to Shinju and said, "Brother Zhen, would you like to eat early?"
Although the sun never rises high in the underworld, the festivals at this time are still synchronized with those on earth.
Zhen Su glanced at the Yin Fire Astronomical Instrument in the main hall and saw that it was already late noon, so he replied, "Mr. Bai, you're too kind, there's no need." Then he changed the subject and asked, "Mr. Bai, do you know any ways to make some money in Fengdu?"
Mr. Bai hadn't expected that Shinju wouldn't mention the courtesan he'd arranged for him. He chuckled and asked, "Brother Zhen, are you planning to make a lot of money... or just a little?"
Shinjuku pretended not to see the mockery in the other person's eyes, "A little money is fine, clothes shouldn't be expensive at the ghost market here, right?"
Unexpectedly, Mr. Bai shook his head. “The market in Fengdu is not cheap, but the ghost market that connects to the mortal world opens once every ten days. You can often find good deals there. Brother Zhen, you might as well go and have a look.”
"When will the Ghost Market open?" Shinju asked.
Mr. Bai did not answer, but instead asked with a smile, "Have Xue Li and Qian Mo failed to provide adequate hospitality?"
Masakatsu nodded. "They touched me."
Even the usually shrewd Mr. Bai was momentarily speechless. He truly hadn't expected Masakatsu to be so blunt. Looking at Masakatsu's unrecognizable face, now disguised with a magic artifact, and then thinking of the two most beautiful of the twenty-four courtesans, he simply said, "Uh, then next time we won't let them bother Brother Zhen."
"Thank you," Shinjuku said sincerely, blinking.
Mr. Bai couldn't detect any regret or remorse on Zhen Su's face, nor did he seem to be testing him with feigned reluctance. He admired him and said seriously, "The Ghost Market will open in three days. As for making a little money, if you're in a hurry, there are several new mines in the north that are recruiting ghosts. Ordinary ghosts can't compete with the ghost soldiers. When you go there, Brother Zhen, just show them your waist token."
This is indeed a pretty good approach. Shinju's face lit up with joy, and he thanked the other party again, this time with a hint of sincerity in his smile.
As soon as Shinju couldn't wait to go out, the snow fox Xue Li and the big-eared fox Qian Mo gently descended from the second floor and sat on either side of Mr. Bai.
Xue Li placed her hands on Mr. Bai's left shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Amo and I have both seen his true face."
Mr. Bai remained silent, clearly waiting for them to continue.
Qianmo continued, "It's not far from the description that person gave; it's incredibly beautiful, and you can tell at a glance that it's extraordinary. But most importantly—"
“Those golden eyes,” Xue Li and Qian Mo said together.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Bai lowered his head slightly, his bangs falling down and casting a shadow between his eyebrows and eyes, making him appear as if shrouded in deep gloom from a distance.
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North of Fengdu, there is a Bloodthorn Mine.
Countless fiery volcanoes exist both inside and outside Fengdu, and there are even semi-transparent, shadowy volcanoes. These volcanoes often produce unique minerals. The underworld seems to value these unique minerals highly, deploying heavy troops to guard the entrances and exits and to inventory the ore, absolutely forbidding miners from embezzling even a single piece.
However, the ghost soldiers responsible for guarding the area were all assigned by their superiors. Since Shinju couldn't find a vacancy, he had to apply to be a miner.
Perhaps because it was not easy to gain an advantage from the Yin soldiers, the Yin soldiers in charge of recruitment did not give Zhen Su a friendly look. However, if they really suppressed Zhen Su, it would be tantamount to slapping the face of the Yin soldiers themselves. In the end, they made Zhen Su hand over the storage bag and go to collect the iron hammer and basket.
Shinjuku weighed the iron hammer in his hand, avoided the other ghosts, and headed towards a more desolate mountaintop.
Bloodthorn ore is a special mineral formed from the condensation of Yin blood and demon blood, encased within extremely hot volcanic rock. It may sound simple, but higher quality and purer bloodthorn ore usually has an additional layer of extremely hard horsestone ore on the outside, even harder than Kunwu stone.
Once he actually got his hands on it, Shinjuku understood why there were no other ghosts on the side he came from. There was only a large heavy hammer device and a cannon car, but they were all sealed and covered with a thick layer of dust, looking like they hadn't been used for a long time.
Because this area is a high-quality mine, after knocking off a couple of feet of flint, they would encounter a "tough nut to crack." With a loud "clang," the iron hammer in Shinju's hand almost shattered completely.
"So hard, no wonder... What can this hammer do?" Shinju put the hammer aside, looked around, and saw that there were only a few hunched figures carrying or digging ore in front of a mine diagonally opposite, and no one had time to look at his side.
So Shinju clenched his fist, and with a burst of power from his shoulder and elbow, he delivered a powerful punch to the brown horse stone. Then, as if shaving wood, he shaved off the surface of the horse stone, revealing the deep red bloodthorn ore underneath.
As Shinjuku slightly curled his lips, about to deliver a few more punches to carve out the Bloodthorn Ore, a sudden tremor shook the ground beneath his feet. It wasn't just the earth that shook; the mountain itself lurched violently, sending rocks tumbling down. The spirits in the surrounding mines were immediately terrified, clutching their day's worth of mined ore and fleeing for their lives.
"Earthquake!!! Earthquake is coming!!"
"Stop picking it up! Run! Are you out of your mind?!"
"Hey, don't push me! Who stepped on me?!"
Masaki, still clenching his fist, froze. He watched as the ten-story-high mountain in front of him slowly cracked open from the fissure he had created, and was about to collapse.
"..." This mountain is so fragile?! Shinju took a deep breath and quickly circled around to the back of the mountain. Below this mine was the entrance he had just entered through, and a large group of spirits were lined up to register. If it were to crash down like that, who knows how many spirits would be injured? The mountain's yin fire could scorch the spirits, burning them to ashes and ending their cycle of reincarnation.
Unfortunately, the mountain had crumbled into too many pieces, and even if Shinju held on to a part of it, it would be useless. He could only unleash a set of Hundred Annihilation Fists, and in an instant, he threw out hundreds of punches, shattering every falling rock, whether soft or hard, into smaller fragments.
The horde of ghosts and even the ghostly soldiers below stared blankly as crimson mineral crystal fragments rained down from the sky, instinctively reaching out to catch them. After a long while, a grand cheer and screams erupted.
The earthquake stopped quickly, and after a flurry of looting, everything returned to normal, except for one mountain that abruptly disappeared from the spot.
Seeing a large number of ghost soldiers fully equipped and rushing towards this side, Zhen Su immediately carried the largest and most complete Bloodthorn Crystal on his back and secretly walked to the other side, blending into the group of ghosts.
Just then, the sound of arguing came from ahead.
"Hand over all the crystal ore we just picked up, or you'll regret it! Don't force me to use force!!"
"I dug all of this myself!! I didn't just pick it up!! I dug for eighteen hours straight, day and night! They, they all saw it!!"
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