Chapter 123 Ghost Silver
Back then, unable to advance to the Nascent Soul realm, he had a moment of wickedness and decided to learn alchemy, hoping to create pills to aid in his breakthrough. Unfortunately, his alchemy aptitude was exceptionally poor; almost every batch produced inferior pills, containing toxins and inedible. He wasted countless medicinal herbs, driving away the alchemist he had hired at great expense, who declared he couldn't teach him.
So he refined the last batch himself, cramming all the remaining materials together, and even had a "bright idea"—he mixed in a drop of his blood. What he got in the end wasn't a dozen or so inferior pills, but a single, unique silver pill! He was overjoyed, but upon closer inspection, he discovered it was still an inferior pill, no different from the previous ones; the only difference was that this batch only produced one.
Disheartened, he stared at the silver pill that gleamed with a dull luster, and inexplicably, he didn't discard it, but instead took it back to his sect.
However, on the way, he happened to run into his senior brothers and sisters who had come to arrest him. Because he cultivated the extreme martial arts, he had to eliminate all external forces, and using pills was a major taboo. Although he did not use any pills, as long as he had the thought, it was equivalent to his Dao heart being weak, and he would inevitably be punished. Naturally, the silver pill could not be left behind; it was searched by his senior brothers and sisters and thrown down from the sky in front of him.
The higher the expectations his seniors had for him, the harsher the punishment that followed. He quickly forgot about this little incident and never thought about it again.
Until now.
However, in the eyes of the silver jellyfish, he had simply abandoned it back then, because what Shinju didn't know was that it had already vaguely awakened its consciousness when it was taken out of the furnace.
It is Danmo.
Although it is said that all things have a spirit, inanimate objects that can truly develop intelligence are extremely rare. At first, it was just a pill spirit with its own poison, but as soon as it felt the warmth of its master's hand, it was completely cut off from the range of bloodline connection and ended up in the hands of unscrupulous merchants who passed from market to market or auction house.
Perhaps it was the resentment it felt towards the True Abode for abandoning it, or perhaps it was because it was passed around from person to person and no one was willing to become its true master. In the end, it did not become a spirit or a monster, but over the long years, it became the Pill Demon.
It never expected to encounter Shinjuku again, at the Ghost Market.
It sensed Shinjuku's blood. At that time, the evil spirit had just made a blood pact with Shinjuku. It smelled that scent and its feelings were extremely complicated. However, its actions were more honest than its thoughts, and it quickly attached itself to the evil spirit's head.
Then, it was hidden in Shinjuku's earring.
As for the fact that it was nearly corroded by two monsters because of him, it didn't say it; it couldn't bring itself to say it.
Shinjuku watched helplessly as the silver jellyfish tearfully accused him of being unfaithful, but at the same time, he couldn't resist jumping up and down, declaring, "I never expected to acknowledge you as my master, never! You, you don't deserve it!!"
Shinjuku's trouser legs were soaked with tears from the silver jellyfish, so he could only comfort her by saying, "Yes, I'm not worthy."
The silver jellyfish felt even more choked up and wanted to throw another tantrum, but a cold voice came from the side and interrupted it.
"Finished? If you're done, leave. I'll order the ghosts in the underground palace not to attack you."
The silver jellyfish's smooth, reflective surface instantly churned in waves, as if trembling with rage, before it roared, "Who cares?! Fine, I'll leave! I'll curse you all!!"
The silver jellyfish turned to float away, leaving watermarks on the ground as if it were drizzling. However, before it had drifted far, it felt a pull from behind.
Shinjuku grabbed one of its silver whiskers.
"What's your name?" Masaki asked.
The silver jellyfish remained silent, and the "rain" poured down even harder.
Suddenly, Mayuki thought of something and said, "Then how about I call you 'Oni Gin'?"
The silver jellyfish shuddered, its voice still tinged with anger, but noticeably weaker. "This isn't a name bestowed upon me! But... but you're allowed to call me that!"
It seems he's interested. Shinjuku smiled, but the Demon King couldn't. He didn't like Shinjuku's attention being on others, not even for a short while.
However, he knew he couldn't bring himself to compete for attention with such a little thing, so he watched them bickering with a sullen face.
"You want me to stay? It's not that I can't... but what good would it do me?" Guiyin asked suspiciously.
Knowing that Ghost Silver wouldn't agree to form a pact with him and enter the Three Corpses right now, Shinjuku said, "If you leave like this, it'll be hard to see me again. I won't stay in the mortal realm for long. Don't you want revenge on me? Why don't you come with me?"
"How could anyone keep their enemy by their side?!"
"I don't think of you as an enemy; I'm just speaking from your perspective."
"I...I..."
Finally, he managed to annoy the Demon King, who was about to lash out, when the Silver Jellyfish glanced at him and immediately went along with it, this time transforming into a silver bracelet and fastening it to Shinju's wrist.
"Fine! I'll follow you and see what tricks you're up to!"
"You can transform into anything? You're amazing, Oni-Gin." Shinjuku looked at the bracelet on his wrist from left to right, quite satisfied.
The silver bracelet spun around on its own, as if admiring itself.
The Demon King grabbed Shinju's wrist bone, rubbed the snow-white skin beneath the bracelet a few times, and scoffed, "Cheap stuff."
Feeling the silver bracelet vibrate wildly, Shinjuku felt helpless, but at the same time, he was amused by the King of Poison's childish behavior. He blinked his golden eyes and said, "Don't stimulate it."
The Ghost King remained expressionless, but his actions were somewhat hasty as he pressed the person onto the dragon throne and kissed him for a while before calming down.
After finishing the sticky mess, Shinju remembered that he still had a lot to say to the King of Poison, but the King of Poison's expression was not very clear at this time, and the shadows cast by his already deep eyebrows became even darker.
Shinju instinctively felt that his five senses were not focused here, so he immediately opened his divine sense and then saw the commotion outside.
Masaku encountered an "acquaintance".
"Brother Cheng, you're back late, so you may not know, but the boss personally brought his enemy back!"
"...What?! I've been out here for so long just to find him, and this time I caught nine golden-eyed bastards, they drove me crazy!! And now you're telling me?...Damn it!!!"
The man called Brother Cheng was the same vengeful ghost that the evil spirit encountered in the ghost market, the one who was catching people everywhere. He had curly ram horns on his head and a heavy stick covered with spikes stuck to his side.
The kids below looked at each other, none of them daring to say how perfunctory Brother Cheng was in arresting people. Seven out of nine had yellowish eyes, and one of them was only light-colored under sunlight, far from being yellow, let alone golden.
Only after seeing the real person's eyes, which were even more dazzling than pure gold, did they realize what a fish eye was and what a pearl was.
Therefore, no one felt that Brother Cheng had made any great contributions, after all, his perfunctory work was obvious to all. However, since he was the second-in-command under the Ghost King, the ghosts only dared to lie through their teeth and keep praising and echoing him.
There were also those who stirred up trouble, saying, "But the younger one has a feeling that the boss's mistress is not simple."
"What do you mean?" the vengeful ghost asked disdainfully, glancing away.
"Although they are enemies, that kid actually managed to get the boss to kill a key member without saying a word for him! Everyone saw it with their own eyes. With such cunning, I'm afraid he'll try to take advantage of us later!"
Cheng Ge couldn't help but show a look of disgust.
The Demon King knew that True Monk had heard what the ghosts outside were saying, and that this matter was inextricably linked to him, so his expression was very complicated.
However, the anger he expected from Shinjuku did not occur; his voice simply sounded cold: "Release all those who were captured, and provide compensation."
"I'll go right now." The Demon King pressed down on Shinju's hand slightly, whether to comfort him or out of guilt, it was unclear.
Then it disappeared into the black mist.
Shinjuku then walked out of the central room.
When the demons saw Shinjuku emerge, although they made hideous and ferocious expressions on their faces, and some even hissed, they ultimately respected the Demon King and made way for him wherever he went.
Shinjuku walked straight up to the vengeful spirit.
The vengeful ghost didn't get up. He glanced sideways at the ghost's golden eyes and immediately put on airs.
"You don't actually think this place is your home, do you? Warming the bed for the eldest isn't enough, you dare to get out of bed and wander around?"
Some of the ghosts laughed, but most remained silent.
The vengeful ghost thought that this guy would walk away crying after being humiliated like this, but unexpectedly, Shinju looked him up and down and said, "Do you want to form a blood pact with me? I need a ghost with your strength."
Upon hearing this, the ghosts gasped, thinking they had misheard.
The vengeful ghost was so angry that it laughed.
A blood pact means that one party will be subject to the other's control and completely obey the other's commands. How is such an invitation any different from humiliation?
The vengeful spirit suddenly stood up, trying to grab Mayu's collar, but found that it couldn't touch him no matter how many times it tried.
Holy crap! This is unbelievable...
"I'm serious." The more purely evil a ghost is, the more it needs to be restrained. The yin energy on their bodies is purer than that on vengeful spirits, only weaker in power. But they can all be nurtured and trained.
Unfortunately, it's as if the other party doesn't understand human language, or perhaps they don't consider him a human being, so naturally they won't listen.
"What are you all standing there for! This kind of lowly bastard doesn't even deserve my attention!" The fierce ghost couldn't do anything to Zhen Su, and not wanting to be laughed at, he hurriedly urged his underlings to help him get revenge.
Before the underlings could even move, a cloud of black mist suddenly exploded silently behind the ghost, revealing a profile with a high nose and deep-set eyes. The profile was sinister yet handsome, carrying a malevolent aura that instantly froze the entire scene. His perfectly thin lips parted slightly: "Who are you insulting?"
The vengeful ghost felt a chill run down its spine. Terrified, only its eyeballs could move. Trembling, it turned towards the source of the sound, opened its mouth, but no sound came out.
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The Underworld, the Department of Soul Reapers.
The birth of the Ghost King not only alarmed the righteous and demonic paths in the mortal world, but it was also an extremely rare and momentous event for the underworld!
They also intercepted the fluctuations of the Ghost Owl. In the past, this would have been enough to reshuffle the power structure of ghosts in the mortal realm and bring about earth-shattering changes. But now, compared to the Ghost King who suddenly appeared, it was somewhat insignificant.
Everyone in the Soul Reaper Division was busy with this.
The Black and White Impermanence were already worried about the fact that they had failed to send the message back to the government office. When they heard the shocking news of the Ghost King's appearance, they almost couldn't stand up.
"...Could it be a coincidence?" Black Impermanence asked incredulously.
"The location where the Ghost King appeared coincides with the area around Yilian Village. The power behind this village... I'm afraid..." Bai Wuchang was also unsettled, clenching his knuckles so tightly they turned white and black. He couldn't control the fear and hatred in his heart, because he knew how terrifying a Ghost King-level being was; his ancestors had died tragically at the hands of a Ghost King.
The safety of Shinju was now even more uncertain, but even if the odds were against them, they had to go and save him! The Black and White Impermanence exchanged a glance and simultaneously began to gather their subordinates and plead with their superiors.
Two hours later, Hei Wuchang received a decree from the City God that could reverse day and night.
The coffin's black color turned into a deathly white, and Ox-Head and Horse-Face, along with Black and White Impermanence and nearly a hundred elite Yin soldiers, disappeared into the teleportation array.
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