Chapter 75: He Does Not Consent to This Marriage! Part 1
“Come back.” Just as Yun Wuxiang was about to go snatch his “volunteers,” the Heavengaze Bird’s dissatisfied call came from behind.
The black scorpion in his hand crawled from his palm to his shoulder. When Yun Wuxiang turned back, the scorpion followed suit, raising its stinger.
The Heavengaze Bird opened one wing and pointed toward the horizon: “You missed some things.”
In the direction the wingtip pointed, two streaks of green light approached rapidly. Upon landing, two identical wood demons stepped out of one light.
The other streak of light transformed into a mature man with long feathers on his head, green patterns painted on his face, and a “tribal chief” style of dress.
The man bowed respectfully to the Heavengaze Bird shrouded in black mist, speaking in a language full of heavy static: “Qingshu Tribe, Alu Budar, greets the Prison Warden.”
The bird pointed at Yun Wuxiang: “From now on, you follow him.”
Alu Budar nodded and turned to give Yun Wuxiang an identical ninety-degree bow: “Respected Lord.”
Yun Wuxiang: “This is a person Shifu left for you. Shishu should use him yourself.”
The accent is so heavy. I can’t understand what he’s saying. Communication is a hassle, and he looks weird. I don’t want him.
“…Hmph. Ungrateful brat.” The Heavengaze Bird gave an arrogant snort and said meaningfully: “The Qingshu Tribe is a mixed-blood race.”
Yun Wuxiang understood its meaning instantly: “Immortal-Demonic hybrids.”
Immortal and Demonic forces repelled each other. Offspring born from such a union either inherited only one side’s bloodline or suffered from congenital bloodline instability from birth, which lasted until they either converted completely to Immortal or Demon, or died.
Ghost-Monster hybrids faced the same situation.
A hybrid that the Heavengaze Bird specifically pointed out was naturally extraordinary.
“Their bloodline instability was balanced?” Yun Wuxiang gained some interest.
The mutual repulsion of Immortal and Demonic forces was the greatest bottleneck in researching the technique to convert between the two. If this problem wasn’t solved, the conversion could never be realized.
Caituan kept its neck held high, though the angle of its chin seemed a bit lower than before. It said deeply: “Balance… also represents mediocrity.”
Yun Wuxiang observed the Qingshu Chief’s body as if he were examining a rare material, causing the chief to lower his head somewhat stiffly.
After watching for less than two seconds, Yun Wuxiang felt a weight on his shoulder. A resentful ghost-cry rang in his ear: “Guanzhu, does he look better than me? You should look at me instead of him. I’m a hybrid too.”
A face was shoved into the path of Yun Wuxiang’s gaze, completely blocking his observation target.
Yun Wuxiang reached out and pushed the head down: “Humans can hybridize with any race. That’s not unusual.”
“I’m not unusual? How am I not unusual? Is he that rare? I am one of a kind. There’s a whole group of people like him.”
Song Yilou ducked around from under Yun Wuxiang’s hand, continuing to block his view: “I am the rarest. Guanzhu, look at me first. You can even take me apart to look if you want~”
When he mentioned “taking apart,” there was even a hint of excitement in his eyes.
Yun Wuxiang pinched the face that was getting closer and closer: “There’s a whole group of you too. Shishu lied to me. Your soul fragments out there are all still alive. If you keep acting up, I’ll kill you and replace you with a new one.”
This ghost is still in “disassembled” condition.
He admitted that Song Yilou was indeed very rare, but this fellow’s birth was definitely a genetic mutation. There was no replicability to it.
The Heavengaze Bird stood to the side, lifting its chin and turning its head to look elsewhere.
As for Shuju’s successor, how could I really let him be killed? I have to leave him some path to live.
“Guanzhu, do you regret letting Jiangzi Daozun dig me out of this place?” Song Yilou asked, his palm pressed against the center of Yun Wuxiang’s chest.
Yun Wuxiang slapped his hand away: “I will never regret anything I have done.”
The Ghost Gu easily convinced himself: “Guanzhu, let’s dual cultivate!”
The air went silent for a moment.
Yun Wuxiang’s fingers pinching Song Yilou’s face tightened. This brainless fellow was starting his nonsense again.
His eyes inadvertently, yet unavoidably, swept across the other’s lips. The memory of biting and tearing at the man not long ago resurfaced—the strange sensation, the loss of control.
“Hey, before you two go into heat, give us an explanation first.” Mu Mian had been watching for a while. Seeing the person he had come to find about to start gnawing on that ghost scorpion, he spoke up intentionally.
Mu Miao leaned on his brother’s shoulder bonelessly, speaking in a lazy, “letting-himself-go” tone: “How do you plan to deal with us demons?”
“Though our lives are in your hands, we will never betray our tribes because of it.” Mu Mian firmly stated his position. Not just him; the other demons with tribes felt the same.
Yun Wuxiang looked away from Song Yilou’s face and turned toward the two wood demons. His eye color faded slightly, the red tinged with coldness: “Then tell your tribes not to provoke me. Go back and tell them: the Nine Venerables Secret Realm has a master.”
Mu Mian’s eyes showed doubt: “You’re willing to let us go back?” Who would release slaves whose lives they already controlled unless they had another conspiracy?
Yun Wuxiang: “What use is there in keeping you? To wait for a day when your mood is bad and you feel that living in bondage is worse than death, so you use your lives to cause trouble for my sect?”
Demons were impulsive and unrestrained. they only followed the law of the jungle and cared nothing for benevolence or morality. If there was hope for revenge, they could endure; if not, they would simply go down together in a mutual destruction.
Controlling their lives didn’t mean these demons would be obedient.
Mu Miao gave two low chuckles: “I nearly forgot… you are a demon too.”
His relaxed, weary body straightened a bit: “Not killing us, not using us… waiting for us to become unable to sit still and come find you ourselves. I really suspect you have succubus blood.” The way he uses psychological tactics is so natural.
Demons had varying temperaments, but their baseline was a uniform pride and ferocity. They would never give up their self-respect to live or bow to others.
If Yun Wuxiang had appeared immediately after taking control of their lives, he wouldn’t have had a group of obedient followers; he would have had a mob of enraged demons attacking him in unison.
But by ignoring them, the demons’ current rage and madness cooled down over time. They began to think of other possibilities.
Did that demon forget about us? Could someone who could place a death-contract on every demon in an instant really need us?
If he doesn’t need us, why did he place the contract?
With their lives in someone else’s hands, who could sit still? They had truly lost completely.
Mu Miao gave a self-mocking smile, mocking himself for falling so hard: “The advantage is entirely yours. Might I ask what we should use to buy back our lives?”
Yun Wuxiang: “Serve me for a thousand years. After a thousand years, I will set you free.”
“Just empty words, then.” The weariness on Mu Miao’s face grew heavier. This was truly his most distressing conversation yet. He didn’t have a single chip in his hand.
A thousand years… at least there was a time limit. He’d live for now. If he got tired of living one day, he’d eat Mu Mian and blow himself up next to this person.
“Then I must thank the Guanzhu for the mercy of not killing us.”
“No need to thank me. It’s just an unequal trade.” Yun Wuxiang said to the Heavengaze Bird watching the sky: “Shishu, arrange for them to work wherever the sect needs labor.”
The image of a hands-off boss had already begun to take shape. As the noble Master of the Mocha Prison and currently the only Grand Elder of the Qingdi Guan, the Heavengaze Bird had a premonition it would be hearing words like these frequently in the future.
It sharpened its claws irritably.
From the moment Mu Miao spoke, Mu Mian had given up control. He looked at the other’s tired eyes, his mind wandering slightly.
“Wah!”
A sudden, unexpected shout jolted his eardrums. Mu Mian jumped with a start, glaring at the laughing Song Yilou: “You!”
Before he could explode, he thought of the other’s identity. This ghost scorpion’s Dao Companion held Mu Miao’s life and his own in his hands!
Mu Miao reached out to cover his brother’s ears, looking unfavorably at the maliciously smiling Song Yilou: “Guanzhu, your taste is truly… unique.”
“At least his face is nice to look at. Being startled by a single shout… your brother’s mental state is unstable and his vigilance is lacking. He should be trained more.”
Yun Wuxiang grabbed the back of Song Yilou’s collar: “Leave my side by more than three steps again, and I’ll go find another fragment to bring back.” Fighting poison with poison.
Song Yilou spun around and hugged Yun Wuxiang’s waist, clinging to him: “How could I ever leave the Guanzhu? Three steps is too far. We can be much closer. Let me enter your bod— hmph.”
A talisman was slapped over his mouth. Yun Wuxiang’s finger pressed down hard twice over the talisman, making sure it stuck firmly to ensure a bit of quiet.
“Shishu, wait a moment. I will go bring two people.”
The Heavengaze Bird waved its wing, as if shooing him away.
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