Chapter 18: He and Song Yilou Have a Marriage Affinity Line? How…
Under the gaze of everyone, a weight suddenly landed on Yun Wuxiang. Song Yilou wrapped his arms around him, pressing his entire body close. “Guanzhu, have you finally admitted you like me?”
Yun Wuxiang: No, I’m not, I didn’t.
Song Yilou buried his head in Yun Wuxiang’s chest, deliberately rubbing against him a few times. Sensing the other’s unnaturally stiff body, his smile deepened.
His gaze extended up that slender neck, resting on the skin as if it had physical substance, rolling over the protruding Adam’s apple, moving to those slightly thin lips, his tongue sweeping over his teeth as he looked up.
Yun Wuxiang wasn’t a block of wood. Song Yilou’s gaze was as glaring as a searchlight in the night; how could he not sense the other’s intent? The moment Song Yilou tried to rise, the hand Yun Wuxiang had placed on Song Yilou’s waist clamped down, forcing him back.
Song Yilou’s eyes darkened, and the smile at the corner of his mouth widened. He beamed at Princess Shunming, “Thank you, Your Highness. If not for Your Highness, who knows how long the Guanzhu would have remained stubborn.”
“Actually, from the first night we met, he stood by my bed watching me for a long time. I knew then that his feelings for me were unusual.”
Yun Wuxiang: Yes, moved by the intent to kill.
Wait a minute… Song Yilou wasn’t asleep that day?
Princess Shunming looked at the two with great interest, her gaze falling on Song Yilou. “So, you like him too.”
Song Yilou: “Of course I like him. The Guanzhu is so good-looking and powerful; I’ve always wanted to make him mine.”
“Oh? This unknown Temple Master Daoist, do you know his thoughts?” Princess Shunming’s ornate, sharp nail guards slid across her cheek as her ghostly eyes scanned the two.
Yun Wuxiang: “I know.”
Princess Shunming looked back and forth between them as if looking at a rare object, finally evaluating, “Truly interesting.”
“Cat demon.” Prince Xuan, who had been watching the cat turn into a human from the side, hugged the bronze mirror and stared deathly at Yun Wuxiang. “You yourself are in love with a demon! Yet you killed my Shuang-er!”
He turned to Princess Shunming, shouting like a madman, “Fake! It must be fake! Imperial Sister, don’t be deceived by him!”
Princess Shunming said leisurely, “They really do have a marriage affinity line.”
Prince Xuan found it hard to accept, shaking his head incessantly. “Impossible! This is impossible! Imperial Sister, look at him! Look closely!”
He pointed at Yun Wuxiang and shouted, “Look at that look in his eyes—cold and heartless! How does that look like someone looking at their beloved! Imperial Sister, look again! Look clearly!”
Yun Wuxiang found it even harder to accept than him. “Your Highness, I also think you should look again.”
He and Song Yilou had a marriage affinity line? How was that possible!
Pretending for convenience was one thing, but how could such a thing actually exist?
Song Yilou held his hand, staring at him with burning eyes, as if discovering a new continent. Something that set off Yun Wuxiang’s alarm bells was quietly breeding in the depths of those eyes.
“So, the Guanzhu and I are a match made in heaven.”
Yun Wuxiang pulled his hand out and pushed the person away slightly. “Behave yourself.”
Song Yilou stuck to him again, saying, “Even the Princess said we have a destiny, a marriage affinity~”
Yun Wuxiang had the dead-fish eyes look. “There must be a mistake somewhere.”
He wouldn’t date anyone in this world, let alone a man!
Prince Xuan froze for a moment, then pointed at Yun Wuxiang. “Imperial Sister, listen, he admitted it himself! He is lying to you!”
Princess Shunming nodded. “Yes, I know. No one can lie in front of me.”
Prince Xuan was incredulous. “Then, Imperial Sister, why don’t you act against him?!”
Princess Shunming looked at him with a faint smile. With a lift of her finger, Prince Xuan was wrapped around the neck by Yin energy and hoisted into mid-air.
“I fight with him, just so those people behind you can reap the benefits? Duan Wenzheng, do you take me, your Imperial Sister, for one of those brainless ghosts you can guide and use at will?”
“Imperial Sister… I… didn’t…, I just… wanted to avenge… Shuang-er!”
Prince Xuan clawed at his throat with both hands but couldn’t touch the Yin energy at all.
Yun Wuxiang breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. This princess was sane enough that she didn’t seem like a malicious ghost. It appeared that while she posed some danger, she wasn’t in league with the stowaways from the Immortal Realm.
With a cold face, he tossed the useless Song Yilou aside and said, “Your Highness, I offended you just now, but I have no intention of taking a wife.”
Fortunately, the marriage affinity line was probably just Princess Shunming seeing through his lie and scaring him.
Perhaps seeing through his thoughts, Princess Shunming smiled like a ghost casting a curse. “You lied, but I didn’t. You two really do have a marriage affinity line.”
“I don’t want to fight you, but your answer makes me somewhat unhappy. So, I’ll send you a gift.”
Yun Wuxiang nearly failed to suppress his killing intent. Truly a terrible gift.
“It really is a nice gift. Regardless of whether Her Highness speaks truth or falsehood, I’ve taken it seriously,” Song Yilou said, adding frost to Yun Wuxiang’s snow-covered mood.
Suspended in mid-air, Prince Xuan’s face gradually turned from red to purple, his features twisting. Just before reaching his limit, Princess Shunming dropped him.
Princess Shunming’s cold nail guard lifted his chin. “Come, tell Imperial Sister, how do those people plan to plot against me?”
Prince Xuan gasped for large mouthfuls of air, still clutching that bronze mirror in his arms, protecting it against his chest.
“I don’t know. I just wanted to avenge Shuang-er.” Prince Xuan panted as he looked at Yun Wuxiang, his eyes filled with naked hatred.
Princess Shunming: “Imperial Brother, your memory seems poor. I just said, no one can lie in front of me.”
Song Yilou suggested in a light tone, “If he lies again, smash the mirror in his hand. That seems quite important to him.”
Prince Xuan shoved the broken mirror directly into the clothes at his chest and said, “They said they could revive my Shuang-er. As long as I sacrifice Prince Li and Shen Lanqing… sacrifice the two of them. What reason do I have to refuse?!”
Prince Li stepped forward and kicked him in the waist. Prince Xuan instantly spurted a mouthful of blood. “Very logical, but you deserve to die.”
Yun Wuxiang: “How did they tell you to perform the sacrifice?”
“Heh, hahahahaha!” Prince Xuan’s mouth was full of blood, yet he laughed maniacally. “The sacrifice started long ago! We are all inside the array! As soon as the time comes…”
“Even if the time comes, the Mirror Demon won’t revive. The beneficiary of the array won’t share the benefits with a chess piece.”
Yun Wuxiang looked at the wretched Prince Xuan. The villain who, in the original novel, fought back and forth with the protagonist until finally collapsing into madness at the end, had become this state right at the start of the script.
Once the barrier is lifted, can this script still be saved?
Prince Xuan’s laughter paused, then: “It doesn’t matter. Anyway, you will all be buried with me, going down to hell to pay tribute to Shuang-er.”
Coughing up another mouthful of blood, Prince Xuan said, half-crying, half-laughing, “Me too. I deserve to die too.”
Saying this, he hugged the mirror tightly, half-mad and half-dazed.
Yun Wuxiang frowned at the sight, turning to look at Princess Shunming. “What does Your Highness think?”
“This is the Mortal Realm, and I am a ghost. If I leave here, I won’t be able to move freely. That won’t do.” Princess Shunming: “Does the Guanzhu have a brilliant idea?”
Yun Wuxiang: “I can send Your Highness to the Immortal Realm.”
There were many cultivators in the Immortal Realm; someone would deal with ghosts. High-level monsters should be sent to high-level zones.
Princess Shunming: “And how do I know you can definitely go to the Immortal Realm?”
Yun Wuxiang: “If I want to, I can go.”
“Quite a bold tone. But since you are good-looking, I will trust you once. How about we make a Soul Oath?” Princess Shunming extended a finger, and a soul thread floated toward Yun Wuxiang.
Yun Wuxiang also raised his hand. The moment he touched the soul thread, an extremely strong scent of blood rushed into his nose.
He immediately sensed something was wrong. Flipping his hand, he waved a talisman, sending blazing fire flying toward Princess Shunming.
Princess Shunming waved her sleeve, sending a blast of Yin energy colliding with the fire. The immense impact whipped up a chaotic gale in the room, flapping everyone’s robes loudly.
Amidst the flowing wind, two figures flew out of the room into the courtyard. They exchanged blows several times, and after a palm strike, they flew apart, putting a distance of dozens of meters between them.
Princess Shunming wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. “So, you aren’t a pure Daoist either. Those eyes… they look quite like mine.”
Yun Wuxiang suppressed his chaotic internal breath, looking at her with crimson eyes. “You didn’t dare trust me, but you dared trust Song Yilou. Is there something wrong with your eyes?”
Only Song Yilou knew about his aversion to the smell of blood. When did these two join forces?
“Hehehe, I am a ghost. How could I trust a Daoist? As for Song Yilou, he wants to go to that so-called Immortal Realm, and I don’t want to go.”
Princess Shunming laughed until she trembled, then spread her arms. “In this Mortal Realm, I have only you as an opponent. Once I get rid of you, the entire world is mine to play with.”
Yun Wuxiang spoke up, “You’re overthinking it. The Mortal Realm is governed by the Heavenly Dao. Once you leave this barrier, you will be suppressed and unable to move.”
Princess Shunming hooked her lips in a smile. “I won’t trouble Your Excellency to worry about that. You’d better worry about yourself first.”
Yun Wuxiang frowned. The Zhenqi in his body suddenly felt like water in a pipe with air bubbles—intermittent, and the pauses were growing rapidly longer.
“Guanzhu, don’t move around. The more you resist, the faster the poison takes effect.”
Song Yilou appeared behind Yun Wuxiang, wrapping an arm around his waist. He tilted his head to extend it in front of Yun Wuxiang, smiling brightly like the sun.
The sword in Yun Wuxiang’s hand turned back into a talisman as it lost the supply of Zhenqi . His brow furrowed tightly. “When?”
When did this guy administer the poison?
Song Yilou tapped the tip of his own nose and said, “From the moment I knew you couldn’t smell, I started slowly releasing poisonous incense around you. I released it for a long time; it was very tiring.”
“Guanzhu, very soon, you will become my kind. When that time comes, how about we get married?”
When Song Yilou mentioned getting married, the smile that usually hung on his face vanished, and his playful, teasing tone calmed down.
Song Yilou without his smile had a completely changed aura. That bizarre, non-human quality on his body could no longer be hidden, not inferior in the slightest to the real malicious ghost nearby.
“You want to marry me just because she said there is a marriage affinity line between us?” Yun Wuxiang couldn’t understand why Song Yilou would want to marry him.
In Yun Wuxiang’s heart, their relationship could completely be described as mortal enemies. He had even said to Song Yilou’s face more than once that he would kill him.
Why would anyone want to marry someone who wanted to kill them?
“I like the Guanzhu very much. From the first moment I saw you, I wanted to treasure you. Now, I hope even more to turn you into my kind.”
Song Yilou lowered his head, taking Yun Wuxiang’s hand. He grazed the wound that had appeared on Yun Wuxiang’s finger during the fight just now. The tip of his tongue licked across the bloodstain. The wet sensation made Yun Wuxiang pull his hand back uncomfortably and slap Song Yilou across the face in the process.
Song Yilou grabbed that hand again as if it didn’t hurt or itch, using it to rub his own cheek, while continuing to expound on his crooked philosophy.
“Guanzhu, being human really isn’t that great. Look, even with your profound cultivation, you can still be plotted against by poison. Become a Gu, and you will no longer have this weakness.”
Yun Wuxiang tried to pull his hand back once but failed, so he stopped moving, conveniently pinching several red marks onto Song Yilou’s face.
“Even if I really become a Gu, I will still kill you.”
Increasing his enemy’s survival rate and poison resistance—was Song Yilou brain-damaged?
Song Yilou started smiling again. “If the Guanzhu wants to kill, then kill. If I really die, it’s my own incompetence.”
“No one cares if an incompetent person dies.”
Yun Wuxiang heard a cold indifference toward all life in this sentence. Included in that indifference was Song Yilou himself.
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I’m loving this so far, the MC and ML are so fun! Thank you for the chapters!