Chapter 42: Temple Master, I Can Only Die by Your Hand…
The external support’s efficiency was high. Less than ten minutes after 3339 indicated the other party had arrived in this world, Yun Wuxiang heard a new System notification.
[Nanlin Xianjun, Protagonist Halo stripped.]
3339 burst into tears: [One-quarter of the Energy Points, gone.]
Yun Wuxiang: [So fast.] In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, an Immortal Lord was gone just like that.
[The Big Shot sent by the Main System for cleanup is a whole major tier higher than the mission target. How could it not be fast?] 3339 didn’t find it strange. Hosts who could take Golden Missions were all top-tier big shots.
[A whole major tier higher… isn’t Immortal Lord the highest level?] Yun Wuxiang realized quickly after speaking: [Immortal Lord is only the highest level in this world.]
[Yes, Host. In the Great Thousand Worlds, this is just one. People in small worlds can’t shatter the void even if they cultivate to the highest realm. But as long as you bind a System and become a Host, you can possess the possibility of going to other worlds—like this bandit who came to steal the Golden Legend.]
Listening to the System’s description of the vast world, it was hard for Yun Wuxiang not to feel a sense of yearning. He had a human body, identity, and thoughts, but his roots were still that of a Heart Demon. Being a demon meant endlessly craving power until uncontrollable greed destroyed oneself.
A moment later, Yun Wuxiang realized the intent behind 3339’s words: [You want me to become a formal employee?]
3339 had never spoken about binding systems before. They had tacitly agreed that their cooperation only existed in this world.
Now, 3339 was telling him about things after binding a system.
[Yes, Host. I believe you have the potential to become a formal employee.]
[Although the points from this world’s plot missions, even if successfully completed, aren’t enough for your regularization assessment fee.]
Yun Wuxiang waited for the “but.”
[But, according to my observation, the World Consciousness here is very unreliable. It sleeps all day and didn’t even notice the Protagonist Halo was stolen for ten thousand years. We triggered a Golden Legend shortly after staying in this world. If we stay a few hundred or thousand more years, maybe we can encounter a second Golden Legend?]
Yun Wuxiang: “…” In the end, it was still for the Golden Legend.
[Sanjiu.]
[I’m here, Host.]
[Go download an anti-gambling educational video and watch it.] This System was obsessed.
[…Okay, Host QAQ.]
3339 went quiet.
But Yun Wuxiang couldn’t calm the depths of his heart. A faint sense of irritability lingered in his chest, yet he didn’t know what he was annoyed about.
Vexed, Yun Wuxiang teleported back to Cangfeng Island, set up a restriction in his room, and entered the copper mirror.
In Song Yilou’s eyes, which quickly turned from surprise to delight, baleful energy condensed into a sword. Without a word, Yun Wuxiang thrust it directly forward.
Song Yilou was empty-handed, so his Yin energy formed a long saber with a ringed back. He swung it, the collision creating a series of crisp clangs.
Yun Wuxiang was not a sword cultivator. He held the sword with no technique or form; every movement was aimed at taking a life.
He couldn’t spar with people he knew well because he couldn’t hold back.
In the silent, empty space of the mirror, the clash of saber and sword rang out.
“What’s wrong with the Temple Master? So irritable?” Song Yilou blocked the blade again, unable to stay quiet even in the gaps of the fight, his mouth moving ceaselessly.
“If someone made you angry, that person should have lost their life long ago. Could it be another ‘me’ did something?”
Yun Wuxiang swung his sword silently. His movements were ruthless, swift as the wind. In the time it took Song Yilou to speak two sentences, he gained two more wounds.
Pain aroused Song Yilou’s ferocity. His dark eyes flushed red, and the whites turned pitch black—the ghost pupils that only appeared when a ghost was in a state of high excitement. “Why do I have to take the beating for what they did? So unreasonable.”
The force of the blade grew heavier. Yun Wuxiang could have used spells to trap Song Yilou and subdue him quickly, but he didn’t. He just held the long blade formed of baleful energy and slashed at the other, using all his strength in every strike, showing no mercy.
He was here to vent.
Song Yilou was also roused to battle intent. The arc of his lips widened, only to freeze suddenly at some moment during the fight. A strong killing intent erupted from his cold, inhuman ghost eyes.
“Temple Master, your killing intent isn’t directed at me.”
“Who is it?”
Who could make you care to this extent?
How can anyone attract your attention more than me?
Who is it?!
Yun Wuxiang said coldly and impatiently, “Shut up.”
What ‘who is it’? What had this guy brainstormed now?
He was just in a bad mood and wanted to fight someone, only to find that the only person around he could fight without restraint was this guy.
No need to worry about force, no need to worry about life or death—fighting him was satisfying.
Just as Yun Wuxiang vented his irritation through the fight, he heard Song Yilou starting to go crazy again, saying inexplicable things.
“Bind.” Baleful energy formed a rope, binding Song Yilou.
Yun Wuxiang flung his sleeves and left the copper mirror, taking a deep breath to silently recite the Calming Mantra.
He had just started when System notifications rang out in succession.
[Rogue System confiscated. Kunwu Xianjun, Bailing Xianjun, Protagonist Halos…]
[Kunwu Xianjun is dead. Protagonist Halo reclaimed 43%.]
[Bailing Xianjun has absconded with 157% of the Protagonist’s luck.]
[Current Mission Completion: 65%.]
[Assistance Mission in progress…]
[The opposing Host has sent a meeting invitation. Do you accept?]
After the stiff system notifications came 3339’s lowered whisper: [Host, the other side wants to see you. Will you meet them?]
Yun Wuxiang: [Meet.]
[Host has accepted the meeting invitation. Sharing spatial coordinates.]
After this notification, a 3D spatial map popped up before Yun Wuxiang’s eyes. His location was a blue dot, situated on the map of the Mortal Realm.
Above the Mortal Realm map was the Immortal Realm map. A small red dot was rushing down from the Immortal Realm at an extremely high speed, heading toward the small blue dot.
This speed…
Yun Wuxiang walked out of the room into the courtyard. Looking at the map again, the two dots had already half-merged. By the time he looked clearly, they were completely superimposed.
Arrived?
“Hi, hello there. I am the Host of System 6669.” A voice rang out, clear as a bird’s song or a fish leaping from water.
Yun Wuxiang looked sideways. A dazzling warm color appeared in his field of vision.
A unique, asymmetrical warm orange cloak was draped over one shoulder, embroidered with exquisite patterns and decorated with bright yellow gems. It swayed with the person’s waving motion like a dancing flame.
Beneath the cloak was an outfit that was neither fully ancient nor modern, resembling a mix of a Tang suit and martial arts training clothes—elegant, sharp, yet lively.
A face like peach blossoms, bright eyes, and a radiant smile—it was like flowers in full bloom, infinite brightness.
Just standing there, Yun Wuxiang could sense an extremely vigorous vitality from him.
Host 6669’s next sentence after the friendly wave was a challenge: “I’ll suppress my cultivation. How about we have a fight?”
Yun Wuxiang looked at the Host who, according to the System, surpassed an Immortal Lord. His battle intent, which hadn’t yet faded, rose again. “Good.”
[No, Host! He is a War… Mmph!] 3339 started to shout but was silenced by another System covering its mouth.
[Ah-San, let’s not interfere in the Hosts’ business, us Systems.]
Number 6669 affectionately draped an arm around its neck (although the System couldn’t tell where the neck was, it was roughly that area).
[We brothers haven’t seen each other for a long time. Seeing a Golden Mission appear in your dimension, Big Brother here was burning with anxiety! I immediately had my Host snatch the mission.]
3339’s anger flared up instantly. [Who asked you to snatch it! Give my Host another hundred years, and this mission would be ours!]
6669 committed the crime brazenly, patting 3339’s head. [Don’t be like that. A Golden Mission can’t wait a hundred years for you. Keep the goodies in the family; isn’t it better for Big Brother’s Host to earn it than those stranger Systems?]
[If it were any other Host, would they take on a troublesome assistance task like eradicating Ghost Gu so decisively? They’d definitely scam you out of a chunk of Energy Points.]
[But for your world to actually produce something as rare as Ghost Gu… the World Consciousness has huge potential. It must be upgrading soon.]
[What use is potential? It didn’t even know three Protagonist Halos were stolen. It’s an idiot.]
While the two Systems caught up, the two Hosts outside had already started fighting.
3339 looked on with worry. 6669 poked it with a handful of virtual sunflower seeds. [Want some?]
3339 said grumpily, [Do you think I’m heartless like you? How can I be in the mood to eat this when the Host is fighting outside!]
[It’s not like they’ll die. When two Hosts engage in a life-and-death battle, they have to sign a contract. Really won’t eat?] 6669 shook the seeds in front of 3339.
[…What flavor?]
[Caramel.]
[Give me half.]
…
Fighting is the fastest way for men to bond. Yun Wuxiang experienced this saying firsthand.
Before this battle, he and Host 6669 were strangers from two different worlds. After this battle, they were half-acquaintances who knew each other.
“How did you practice these moves so fiercely? They’re all killing techniques, but they lack a certain feeling.”
Host 6669 commented casually, not waiting for Yun Wuxiang to explain, and continued, “Have you rarely fought against people stronger than you?”
Yun Wuxiang calmed his internal breath and nodded. “Correct.”
Host 6669: “I knew it. My System said your persona is an ‘Otherworldly Expert.’ Hosts with this type of character setting rarely fight. When a crisis comes, they just turn on a cheat and flatten everything with one move to show off the expert style. I wanted a persona like that back then—so cool.”
[Heh, this world has Ghost Gu. If you met that at the start, you wouldn’t even be able to hold your persona together. Look at your face; who would believe you’re an Otherworldly Expert?] Host 6669 was immediately mocked by his own System after speaking.
Host 6669 had been mocked since he was a rookie and was used to it.
He looked at Yun Wuxiang—picturesque brows, eyes like the vast ocean, unfathomable, radiating the aura of an Otherworldly Expert just by standing there. Then he thought about himself, who would be provoked as a ‘pretty boy’ if he didn’t reveal his cultivation.
“Alright, this delicate flower is indeed not material for an Otherworldly Expert.”
[Besides, he hasn’t used any cheats.]
Host 6669 was even more surprised. The gaze he cast at Yun Wuxiang was instantly filled with respect. “Brother, you actually haven’t used cheats?”
“En.” Yun Wuxiang responded. Thinking of the other party’s cultivation level and seeing the genuine respect in his eyes, he felt a bit strange.
This person truly didn’t have a shred of the superiority that came with high cultivation.
“Amazing!” Host 6669 exclaimed, applauding.
Yun Wuxiang felt even more awkward. He hadn’t even known the System had cheats before; he assumed they cost Energy Points, so 3339 never mentioned them.
“Right, right. The Ghost Gu you asked me to solve—I brought him.”
Host 6669 reached out and grabbed the air. A man with fox eyes appeared in his hand. “Look, it’s this one, right? I intended to deal with him on the spot, but he said he was your Dao Companion. Uh, I felt I needed to come and confirm. Are you two having a lovers’ quarrel?”
Yun Wuxiang looked at the man being held by the back of his collar, staring straight at him. “No quarrel. He is the one to be killed.”
Yun Wuxiang felt once again that this Big Shot Host was too… common. First, he respected him, then he was scared by Song Yilou. Perhaps he had a hobby of imitating ordinary people—didn’t he just make a Heart Demon imitate Yun Xinyang not long ago?
Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly before his attention was drawn by the fox-eyed Song Yilou’s unwilling question: “How could you ask someone else to kill me!”
Yun Wuxiang sneered. “You can conspire with others to plot against me; why can’t I find someone to kill you?”
The copper mirror in his sleeve began to emit Yin energy. A ghostly shadow appeared behind Yun Wuxiang, ghost pupils terrifying. “Temple Master, I can only die by your hand.”
Host 6669 looked at the three of them, revealing the gossipy eyes of a spectator eating melons. Suddenly thinking of something, his bright, lively eyes rolled. He asked Yun Wuxiang from a distance, “Um, Brother, you aren’t cultivating the Heartless Dao, are you?”
Yun Wuxiang: “No.”
Host 6669 breathed a sigh of relief. Then he asked, “Then why don’t you accept them both? I see both have good looks and figures, and seem to be deeply in love with you.”
“Sigh, when I first transmigrated, I always wanted to start a harem. Later, if not for the main wife being too jealous, I would have taken eight or ten of them.”
“Besides, Ghost Gu is really rare. Once the contract is successful, you can’t die even if you want to.”
Yun Wuxiang: “Are you serious?”
He felt this person didn’t seem to intend to help him kill Song Yilou anymore.
Host 6669 smiled brightly. “Just a joke.”
Then he began to recount a sad past. “To be honest, I was pitted by a Heartless Dao cultivator before. He said he was being entangled by a pervert and asked me to help clean them up. Result? He broke his Dao and claimed I killed his beloved, wanting revenge on me. It took me a lot of effort to solve that trouble. Since then, I decided never to easily intervene in other people’s emotional affairs.”
“However, for the sake of the brotherhood between our Systems, I can make an exception once. Do you really want my help? If so, sign a contract. Swear you will absolutely not trouble me over this matter in the future.”
As Host 6669 spoke, an incredibly powerful pressure emanated from him—tyrannical, domineering, unmatched.
“I will help you resolve all the Ghost Gu.” That fleeting pressure verified the truth of his words.
“I agree.” Just as Yun Wuxiang spoke those three words, the expressions of both Song Yilous turned terrifying.
Two pairs of ghost pupils stared dead at him, their gazes like madly growing thorns, obsessively entangled.
Yun Wuxiang said coldly, “I do not need a Dao Companion.”
Especially a Dao Companion who was hard to communicate with, hard to get rid of, impossible to part with on good terms, and even impossible to kill.
Author’s Note: The Golden Legend is mostly gone. The Temple Master’s current realm really can’t handle this mission. But it doesn’t matter; there is another Golden Legend (Epic Enhanced Version) later.
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is it just me, i cant feel any chemistry between the mc yun wuxiang and song yilou. There’s no spark at all 😕