“You’re a male ghost—why can’t you be more magnanimous? Since I’ve admitted my mistake, why can’t you, for the sake of our shared holand, just let this go?”
Ye Yu sneered and tapped her forehead with a light strike.
You Hua’s cultivation imdiately dissipated, and her soul-body thinned as though it would vanish at any mont. “For the sake of our shared holand, I’ll spare your life—but I’ll destroy your cultivation as a warning! Rember this: the word ‘sorry’ is the most useless phrase!”
As he spoke, Ye Yu glanced at the tally above You Hua’s head. Sure enough, another 180,000 negative emotion points appeared.
“For such unreasonable, arrogant ghosts, death would be a relief. Letting her fall into the abyss is the greatest punishnt! And of course, I’ll harvest another wave of negative emotion points—why not?”
“Get angry—just be careful next life!” Ye Yu waved dismissively and strode away, leaving You Hua writhing in pain.
So weak now, even a scream was a luxury. She could only lie on the ground, watching Ye Yu’s figure vanish. Two bloody tears welled in her eyes.
If she could choose again, You Hua swore she would have killed this so-called Underworld Sage, Ye Yu—but she would not have been so hasty. She would have gathered her strength and struck when the ti was right!
Alas, it was too late—she had beco nothing but a complete wreck. With agony in her heart, You Hua closed her eyes.
Monts later, a corpulent male ghost appeared before her. His voice trembled: “Junior Sister, how did you co to such a state?”
You Hua opened her eyes. At the sight of her senior brother, E Sandian, hatred flashed in her gaze. She had ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ sent him an ergency signal when she was ambushed by the two Immortal Kings—so why had he arrived only now? If he’d co sooner, she wouldn’t be in this condition. She might even have slain Ye Yu on the spot!
Yet You Hua did not lash out. Ye Yu’s lesson had taught her one thing: when at a disadvantage, never rage recklessly.
Unexpectedly, she applied it so soon! You Hua knew her senior brother cared for her—and he was her only hope for vengeance. So she summoned all her strength, clutched his arm, and said word by word, “Senior Brother, help —avenge !”
E Sandian nodded heavily.
anwhile, Ye Yu had reached the Underworld’s passage to the Celestial Realm but did not imdiately step through. Instead, he turned his head northward. The immortals’ revenge had co faster than expected.
“Have they really cleaned themselves up?” he murmured, doubt flickering in his eyes. Then he smiled. “Daring to co for so soon—impressive courage!”
At that mont, Feng Yong and Feng Futan, hiding a hundred li away, felt a chill run down their spines.
Damn it! They had co to the Underworld planning rely to toy with a female ghost and had imdiately set their sights on You Hua. They had never expected this to be the start of their own humiliation. They, Immortal King–level cultivators, had not seen Flying Waterfall Three Thousand Feet in a million years—yet here in the Underworld, the precedent had been broken. Such agony had driven them to discard their celestial robes in disgust.
Burning with sha, they tracked Ye Yu, intending to ambush him as he entered the passage—believing a sneak attack would secure an easy victory.
But now that they’d been spotted, there was no point in hiding. In an instant, they appeared above Ye Yu, each half-hiding his face behind a paper fan.
“Kid, don’t get cocky,” Feng Futan called down. “Using that low-down art on us doesn’t make you invincible. We have the perfect divine implents to counter your ghost arts! These two Jue Ming Fans are designed specifically to thwart your peculiar ghost techniques! Prepare to die!”
Feng Futan’s words were no exaggeration. The two Jue Ming Fans were ancient celestial weapons. Once imbued with immortal power, they could repel ghost-immortal arts—though only once before they were destroyed. They believed that even a mont’s delay would be enough for them to finish Ye Yu. Two against one—the advantage was theirs!
Ye Yu burst out laughing. Silly fools—when had he ever told them that Flying Waterfall Three Thousand Feet was a ghost-immortal art? It was, in fact, a Demonic Immortal Technique! Of course, he wouldn’t volunteer that crucial detail.
“Ready to feel so real pain?” he asked.
Just as Ye Yu prepared to strike, a deep voice bood: “You two hateful immortals, get lost! This one’s my prey!”
Ye Yu and the Feng brothers turned to see a mountain-like figure standing atop a ghostly mound—and beside him stood the barely recovered You Hua. Under his infusion of ghost qi, her soul-body had finally stabilized, though her cultivation remained shattered. The helplessness filled her with fury, and she contributed ten points of resentful negative emotion!
Ye Yu frowned. Damn—it was a pity. Even though You Hua’s hatred was boundless, her ruined cultivation ant her negative emotion yield was pitiful.
Enemy ets enemy, and the fire burns brighter! At this mont, You Hua, eyes fixed on Ye Yu, whispered, “Senior Brother, as long as you avenge by killing Ye Yu, I’ll be your ghost—lifeti after lifeti, never to betray you!”
E Sandian was no fool. He knew You Hua was overwrought, willing to sacrifice herself. Though this gift of devotion was unwanted, to serve the one he cared for was its own happiness.
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