Title refers to a means of igniting a fire or a spark that can lead to a significant change or development. In a broader context, it can also symbolize the catalyst or initial factor that triggers a series of events or a transformation.
Boom!
A sudden explosion sent billowing smoke into the air, and the ground trembled while Yin Qi swirled and ascended. It seemed as if an atomic bomb had been dropped on the Ghost Territory. After a while, the dust cleared, revealing a deep crater on the previously bone-strewn dark earth. Coffin Old Man had been thrown into the pile of bone fragments and was then dragged out, his body covered in tattered bandages and writhing.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The deafening roar frightened the local ghosts within a hundred miles, who hastily fled the area. After several attempts, Master Ling Yun finally released his pent-up anger. He was so tired that he threw the remaining bandages aside. Coffin Old Man’s body was almost stripped of bandages, revealing a pale, thin and withered body studded with silver nails. He lay twisted and contorted on the bone heap, as if seriously injured.
In reality, Coffin Old Man’s blue eyes were secretly peeking through the gaps in the bandages to observe Master Ling Yun’s expression. When he saw Master Ling Yun furrow his brow, Coffin Old Man let out even more exaggerated cries.
However, Master Ling Yun was well aware of Coffin Old Man’s antics. He coldly and heartlessly stepped on his body and carefully retrieved his phone, which had been tightly protected away by Coffin Old Man.
But without needing much prompting, Coffin Old Man quickly revealed everything.
“I was worried about King’s safety!”
Coffin Old Man’s face was buried in the bone fragments, but his words were clear and concise. “Chun Yangzi has infiltrated the King’s side, and he must have some ulterior motives!”
“Who helped you set up this?” Master Ling Yun asked, tapping his phone. The device displayed real-time information about Chun Yangzi’s online activities. Coffin Old Man, being an old-fashioned ghost who didn’t belong to this era, only had a mobile phone as a curiosity. There must be someone behind the scenes to get such a high-tech program.
“Oh, my dear Ling Yun, please don’t underestimate your old buddy. I am a ghost who keeps up with the times.”
Coffin Old Man murmured softly, but under Ling Yun’s expressionless gaze, he immediately became more obedient. “I asked Little Morning Star to do it.”
“Of course, I definitely wouldn’t take the initiative to find him. He inquired about Bai Mei’s situation first, so I…”
“You told him about the King’s presence in Jieyang.”
Master Ling Yun stated coldly. Under his condemning gaze, Coffin Old Man deflated like a leaking balloon and obediently admitted his mistake. “I was wrong.”
“I told you a long time ago, there might be a mole around the King from the previous life. Besides you and me and the Ghost Dog King, everyone is under suspicion. But it all fell on deaf ears.”
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Master Ling Yun felt a headache and snorted coldly. Since his reincarnation, he had always felt that his death in his previous life was not normal. How could it be so coincidental that a Great Heavenly Ghost stopped the King on his way to travel and even ran right into him? In his previous life, he died without having the chance to think about it, but now it seemed that only a few of them knew about the King’s whereabouts, and only a few of them who had signed the soul contract knew about the King’s declining strength.
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Master Ling Yun did not miss this rare opportunity to educate him. With a righteous air, he lectured Coffin Old Man as if he were his grandson, but as the lecture went on, he himself began to feel guilty.
Speaking of moles, wasn’t he the biggest mole around Wu Rong? When it came to the traitor profession, Master Ling Yun genuinely believed that no one could outperform him. He couldn’t continue to lecture anymore, as his tone had become tinged with a sense of guilt. He coughed twice, realizing the contradictions in his own actions.
Fortunately, Coffin Old Man was trained to be a grandson. He took off his own head and hid it behind his back, not daring to look at him. He was completely unaware of the change in Master Ling Yun’s tone.
“Alright, this time, Chunyangzi and the King… have a pretty good relationship in this life, so you should stop interfering for now.”
With this conclusive statement, Master Ling Yun removed his foot from Coffin Old Man’s body. He looked at Coffin Old Man with a frown, looked at the mobile phone he got from nowhere and said casually: “What did you just say, the Chunyangzi…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Master Ling Yun stared fixedly at the smartphone, his eyes almost glued to the screen. He didn’t even blink, and his fingers trembled as if drawn to it.
“Chunyangzi got married.”
Coffin Old Man had started off rather hesitantly, but as he continued, he began to chuckle. “I would like to see who managed to ensnare Chunyangzi so beautifully. If someone managed to take his virginity, who else in this world could compete with us? King Rong wins!”
As he spoke, his head rolled out from behind him, and a mix of excitement and confusion was visible on his face.
“I would really like to meet this person and see what they’ve got, to make Chunyangzi fascinated–”
“Shut up!”
Master Ling Yun sternly ordered. He appeared bewildered and had a cold sweat on his forehead, unable to believe it even after seeing the information he had stolen from the Civil Affairs Bureau for the umpteenth time. His slim hope was shattered when he accidentally swiped down to view the “wedding photo.”
It couldn’t be true, how could this be possible?
At that moment, Master Ling Yun almost thought he hadn’t died in his previous life, but had fallen into a terrifying and absurd nightmare. Everything he had experienced since his rebirth had been an abominable and absurd dream spun by some devil.
Otherwise, how could it be possible for him to see that Wu Rong and Fu Qing had registered their marriage?!
“Hey!”
Coffin Old Man screamed in pain and questioned indignantly, “Old buddy, why did you cut my bandages?”
“Does it hurt?” Master Ling Yun asked in a daze.
“Of course, it hurts! Seriously, what did you see that’s so astonishing? Let me guess, who did Chunyangzi marry?”
As Coffin Old Man spoke, his excitement grew. “You look like you might know the person. It can’t be from our Ghost Nation, can it? Or did one of those succubi under Hongxiu finally succeed? Those guys disguised as beautiful women…”
“It’s not a marriage,” Master Ling Yun reacted with great emphasis, as if he needed to convince himself. He had a very serious expression. “It’s just a ritual of worshippingheaven and earth.”
He then explained in detail to Coffin Old Man the whole ritual concept according to Taoist customs, emphasizing that it didn’t equate to entering the bridal chamber and that it didn’t involve marriage certificates. Coffin Old Man got increasingly bored listening to the explanation and finally complained, “Oh, my old buddy, I just don’t get these mysterious and wonderful little rules from the East. But, to be frank, if Chunyangzi went to register it, it means he’s together with this person, right?”
Okay, it seems like this.
Master Ling Yun’s sense of reality began to crumble. The comforting thoughts he had used to reassure himself shattered like fragile glass. He was lost in thought, and he didn’t notice Coffin Old Man seizing the opportunity to snatch back the phone, proudly curious and disdainful: “Let me see which little vixen seduced Chunyangzi’s heart…” Fuck!”
Coffin Old Man almost crushed his cell phone. A series of curse words and slang burst out from his mouth. Then the bandaged man panicked and rushed to Master Ling Yun as if the world was being destroyed. His big blue eyes were full of doubts about the world. And panic, looking like a poor little man who has been abandoned by his faith.
“This is not true, right? Ling Yun, tell me this must be Morning Star’s damn prank, right?”
I also hope this is a prank.
Master Ling Yun looked at Coffin Old Man in silence as if his body had been hollowed out, and said nothing.
The blue-eyed figure of the bandage man became agitated, and his aura grew increasingly intense and heavy, as if he were about to explode. Master Ling Yun sighed wearily, wanting to say something to calm him down first, but in the next moment, Coffin Old Man straightened his back and let out a piercing scream, making Master Ling Yun’s head buzz.
“The King has married Chunyangzi?!!”
“Rong-ge has married Fu-daozhang?!!”
Huang Mao looked at the ‘wedding photo’ he had taken himself, utterly distraught, as if the world had collapsed. “Aren’t they friends?…”
“We are friends,” Wu Rong came downstairs, carrying a tray of ice and overheard Huang Mao’s comment. He couldn’t help but stop in his tracks and said earnestly, “Don’t overthink it.”
But…
Huang Mao watched helplessly as Wu Rong, with a slightly strange gait, occasionally covering his lower abdomen. He gazed after him until his figure disappeared up the stairs. Then he slumped down, whimpering like a wet, dejected dog.
“Xiaomi, would you register with your friend?”
“Ah,” Su Xiaomi sighed deeply, and with a meaningful expression, he said, “Some people, even if they register for marriage, will tell others they are just friends.”
His words had a profound impact on Huang Mao, so much that he began to question life. After a long pause, he hesitated and whispered very softly, “Isn’t this a bit… you know.”
A bit morally questionable.
Huang Mao thought of Wu Rong’s unwavering tone just now and Fu-daozhang’s serious expression when he took him and gave him serious instructions before leaving. Suddenly, he felt a twinge of sympathy for Fu-daozhang.
“I suggest you take a look at this book.” Su Xiaomi flipped his phone and showed Huang Mao the book’s title. It was an old book, likely written just before the resurgence of supernatural phenomena. It was an autobiography of a man. The world’s resurgence had a devastating impact on pre-resurgence culture, and there weren’t many books left. Although this book had mediocre writing and a typical plot, it was considered one of the reference books for studying pre-resurgence societal phenomena.
“‘I’m Just One of Her Lovers (Original Title: One-Tenth of Love/I’m Just One of the Fish in Her Pond)’? What kind of book is this?”
“This is an autobiography written by one of the suitors of the Wu family.”
Facing Huang Mao’s bafflement, Su Xiaomi appeared rather composed. “Things are like this in the Miaojiang; it’s quite normal.”
In the living room, Su Xiaomi was brainwashing Huang Mao’s worldview, while upstairs in the bedroom, Wu Rong carried a bag of ice, hesitated at his own bedroom door for a while, and eventually took a deep breath before pushing the door open. The room was incredibly warm, and even the air conditioning barely made a difference. The lively and jubilant Yang Qi enveloped him, and Wu Rong felt the fire within his lower abdomen stir, making him feel like he was hosting a living creature. He was not used to this, not at all, and was extremely uncomfortable with this deep-seated burning sensation that came from within his body.
He pressed the ice-water mixture tightly against his lower abdomen, but the ice melted quickly. It didn’t take long for the water to lose its coolness. Wu Rong had no choice but to endure it for now. The fire seed of Pure Yang Fire within him, placed by Fu Qing in his dantian, was intensely active, like a newly born creature. It nestled comfortably within the Pure Yin Qi, releasing heat that almost seemed to turn the Yin Qi into Yang Qi.
Wu Rong was like a fish being fished out to the shore and being roasted by the sun. He leaned against the bed and closed his eyes to adapt. He would have to wait until this Zhengyang Fire seed had fully rooted itself before he could guide it upwards to envelop the Zhong Gu. But it was much harder than he had imagined. The Zhengyang fire seed’s heat was overwhelming, and it was challenging to cool down with external measures like air conditioning or ice cubes. Wu Rong’s own Yin Qi, due to the Yin-Yang contract with Fu Qing, didn’t provide him any relief.
He was a very patient person, but the heat generated by the Zhengyang fire seed was scalding his lower abdomen, and he was in this uncomfortable place. It was easy to provoke unintended reactions. After a morning of cold showers, he sensed that both the Little Spider and the Zhong Gu couldn’t endure the heat any longer. Wu Rong finally hesitated and tentatively used his left arm to transform into a ghost hand, placing it on his lower abdomen.
A surge of coldness rushed in, surrounding the warm Zhengyang fire seed like water. The fire seed, that was active for a long time, suddenly stopped moving. Like a baby chick encountering an eagle, it became completely motionless.
The Author has something to say:
Coffin Old Man [Ecstatic]: Chunyangzi married into the Ghost Country, and our Ghost Country will surely be promoted to a prestigious Ghost Territory Family!
Zhong Gu introduced to the Zhengyang fire: Now we live together in mom’s body with our eldest father, and it was Dad 2 who gave birth to you. Got it?
Zhengyang Fire: ???
Huang Mao was so shocked that his bro got married that he forgot to complain about not being invited to the wedding.
Other people’s reactions are amusing
lol doesn’t this really equal to a pregnancy? At first I was skeptical about the term “seed” and now: “aha! It really is pregnancy!!!” lol the little Zhong Gu got a little brother (if only those 2 would come out in human form, but it’s okay a pretty butterfly is fine too 😍)
Well… this is kind of mpreg already. I’m satisfied.
Except author should stop tempting me with possible harem cuz I really REALLY want it now (at least in the extra or something, PLEASE).