After so much turmoil, Yang Xiao was ntally and physically exhausted. After a quick wash, he went to sleep, but for so reason, he had a restless night.
Perhaps it was because of the day’s thoughts manifesting in dreams, he dreamt of his great wedding day, a very traditional Chinese ceremony. He wore the groom’s wedding attire and was tipsy from the drinking, being pushed into the bridal chamber by the crowd.
Gazing at the bride sitting by the festive bed, Yang Xiao staggered forward, chuckling to himself, impatiently lifting the veil from her head.
The next mont, upon seeing the bride’s appearance, Yang Xiao instantly sobered up, shivering violently, and replaced the veil without hesitation.
He then lightened his steps, tiptoeing away, but just as he reached the door, a pale hand rested on his shoulder.
Before Yang Xiao could react, the hand grabbed him and tossed him back onto the bed, realizing it was no bed at all, but a large red coffin.
"Sister, sister, you must calm down! Don’t walk down the path of cri!!" Yang Xiao shouted at the approaching female demon, hoping to awaken so last shred of conscience within her.
But it was useless. The sister laughed coldly and lunged, tearing at Yang Xiao’s clothes while pulling out strange items from her bosom.
There were whips, collars with bells and spikes, thick candles... until he saw the steel brush in her hand, Yang Xiao felt like the sky had fallen.
"I’ll fight you!" Unwilling to endure humiliation, Yang Xiao flipped up, headbutted the female demon’s chest while she was off guard, then jumped off the bed and ran.
But before he reached the door, he was struck on the back of his head, body falling straight down, fingers re centiters from the door.
And that re distance represented the boundary between life and death, a chasm he would never cross again in this life.
The state was terrifying; his body completely out of control yet his mind crystal clear, helplessly watching as the female demon approached, grabbed one of his legs, and dragged his disheveled self back to the bed.
Just as Yang Xiao prepared ntally to accept his fate, he suddenly woke up.
There was no female demon nearby, his bed beneath him, familiar surroundings, he was just in his ho, nowhere else.
"Phew—"
"Phew—"
Yang Xiao panted heavily; he had realized sothing was amiss. The frequent ghost dreams were happening more than before, a definite bad sign indicating the Opera Robe Ghost’s growing influence over him.
After calming for a mont, Yang Xiao took off his pajamas, wearing only his underwear, and went to the bathroom to examine his body using the wall mirror.
Not long after, Yang Xiao gasped; the skin replaced by the Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes was increasing, nearly half of his body covered by the red opera robe, making him look incredibly grotesque.
People only saw Yang Xiao’s glamorous side but not the price he paid behind the scenes.
Most problems in the world have solutions, but not for Yang Xiao with the female demon from Heavenly Water Pavilion, at least not temporarily. His view of the Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes was mixed with love and hate.
He loved it for its undeniable strength as one of the Innate Nine Treasures, its value self-evident, allowing him to survive until now and kill beyond his rank multiple tis thanks to this treasure.
Yet it also consud him gradually, and when the skin replacent completed, what awaited would be a fate worse than death.
Shaking his head, Yang Xiao ceased pondering this unsolvable problem, knowing his only path to survive was to force himself to grow quickly, mastering the clothes before the consummate erosion occurred, ultimately controlling the female demon.
Fortunately, he wasn’t alone on this path; Elder Sheng, the dean, promised to help him.
Returning to the bedside, all sleepiness gone, Yang Xiao dressed up, his mind moving to the Mirror World. He opened the secret room’s door, where the Mirror Ghost lay on the single bed in the corner, eyes blankly staring at the ceiling.
Only in this place could Yang Xiao find a bit of safety.
He walked to the table and sat down, conjuring the Wordless Heavenly Scripture onto the table with a thought.
The book’s appearance subtly changed the room’s atmosphere, filling the air with an ancient, heavy sense of ti.
Yes, Yang Xiao planned to use this treasure, but not against the female demon; that would be foolish and unlikely to succeed.
Even great Taoist sect masters couldn’t escape Black Buddha Mother’s pursuit, let alone him, and the sister’s rank wasn’t weaker than Black Buddha Mother.
He took the notebook from the table, jotting down the current urgent problems he faced.
Though many, he sorted them, leaving only the three most crucial ones.
First, the whereabouts of the young Sect Master of Yu Yuan Sect, a thorn in Yang Xiao’s side; as long as he’s alive, Yang Xiao won’t sleep soundly.
Besides himself and Elder Sheng, only this person knew the Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes were in Yang Xiao’s possession; killing him would eliminate future troubles.
Second, the hiding place of the Master of Bone Pavilion, who held the Ghost Lantern’s pole.
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