Translator: rosesong
Editor: Elanor
WARNINGS: 18+ only!!! Extremely explicit NSFW smut!!! Degradation, overstimulation, sensory deprivation and more. DL; DR, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
After Yuan Jixue died, the lonely wisp of his soul wandered back to the ghost domain.
His disposition was such that he was naturally suited to become a ghost immortal. However, only after experiencing the cycle of reincarnation in the mortal realm, and becoming disillusioned with life and death, could he then assume the position of Ghost King.
Jingnu, who was the Ghost King at that time, was reluctant to abdicate. On top of that, she coveted the pure ghostly energy that he possessed. As such, she secretly rewrote his fate using blood, cursing him to die with grievances in every life. He would never obtain anything he wanted during his lifetimes, and would always die from either beheading, drinking poison, or having a thousand arrows pierce through his heart. After death, his corpse would be buried in earth that had extremely strong Yin energy, his flesh decaying into the soil. Over the period of ten generations, his corpses would serve the purpose of refining an army of vengeful spirits that could be of great help to ghost immortals.
Seeing that the ten years were finally coming to an end, Jingnu pretended to treat Yuan Jixue as a respected guest when he arrived in the ghost domain after his last death. But in reality, she schemed to use the opportunity to take out the most valuable treasure in the ghost domain – the Mist Flower Mirror. This mirror resembled a hazy layer of mist. Anyone who faced the mist and had their image reflected within, would have their fates secretly inverted. Once a Ghost King looked into the mirror, they would instantly be reduced to a ghost servant. Moreover, as long as the person remained in the ghost domain, their fate would never be able to change.
Jingnu mixed the Mist Flower Mirror into a small cup and smilingly handed it to Yuan Jixue. The alcohol inside was crystal-clear, swaying and reflecting a thin layer of bright light. However, the cup of alcohol had only been handed over halfway, when it was overturned by a sword.
Before returning to the immortal realm, the white-haired immortal dressed in black had forcibly broken through the binds restricting his cultivation, and had come to repay the remainder of his debt of gratitude to Yuan Jixue.
The Mist Flower Mirror was split cleanly in two, its halves spilling out in two streams of wine. Half of it splattered onto Jingnu’s face, reflecting the bitter resentment and terror intertwined on her face.
She was instantly stripped of her fate to be Ghost King, and turned into a lowly ghost servant crawling on the ground, her body bound in shackles.
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Outside the water mirror, the immortal remained as pure and cold as ice, his slender body resembling a piece of jade. His hair was like white silk, the smooth threads falling over his neck and shoulders. His eyelashes drooped downwards, and a tiny bit of his silver pupils could be seen beneath them, like dewdrops hanging on the branches of a jade tree. His black clothing was so long that the hem trailed on the ground, revealing only a faint line of that bright, crystal-clear neck.
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The pussy was especially fertile, the large and small folds coloured in a mature rouge-red. Its size was about half a fist, and resembled the petals of a peony that had fully unfurled, wetly sticking to inner thighs that were covered in red marks. The opening had been stretched to the point of deformity, and was stuffed full with copper coins and a few silver banknotes. The bills had either been rolled up into long narrow tubes, or folded so that they were angular. A corner of a bill peeked out from the hole, and it had been suckled until it was all slippery and sticky.
It was clear that this was a cheap prostitute who had been ridden like a female dog. Even though it had been lewdly played with to this state, it still attempted to clench its cunt, pushing two fair fingers deep into the smooth, flushed slit. At the same time, it rubbed and pulled at the clit in turns, letting out moans that sounded as sweet and sticky as malt candy.
Sweat-soaked white hair stuck to snow-white shoulders. The prostitute turned its head to the side, and unexpectedly, there was a cold, ice-like face amidst the messy strands of hair. However, red coloured the corners of his eyes, and both cheeks were covered in tear tracks. Bright red lips were slightly open, and the inside was filled with cum. Some of it seeped out from the corners of his mouth, where it was then slowly lapped up by the tender red tip of a tongue. It seemed as though even the musky spend of a man could be licked away by him with relish, like a rare and precious gift.
This appearance was really obscene to the extreme. The Mist Flower Mirror had actually tried to forcibly turn this pure and cold snow-like immortal, into a whore that could be ridden and thrust into by anyone.
Yu Ru’e merely watched quietly, his expression unchanging. A stream of bright white light poured out from the Yu’e sword in his hands. With a twist of his wrist, he instantly crushed the vulgar mirror into dust.
In the next second, he transformed into a streak of sword intent, shooting up towards the sky. Since he was not originally a person of this realm, once he returned to the immortal realm, how could the Mist Flower Mirror still exert its influence over him?
He had repaid his debt of gratitude and wrapped up the sequence of events that he had been involved in during his time in the mortal realm. After his sword sliced through his threads of fate in the mortal world, he no longer had any reason to bother with it anymore. The hundred years that he had spent amongst humans, the promise that he had given in the mortal realm, as well as the green-robed scholar that had been entangled with him for several lifetimes – all these dissipated like fog, as though they had never existed.
It was just that, no matter what, he never imagined that he would find himself in the ghost domain once again, let alone fall into the increasingly cruel hands of the green-robed Ghost King, suffering all kinds of depraved torture and humiliation. The prostitute curse by the Mist Flower Mirror continued to follow him closely like a shadow; as long as he remained in the ghost domain for a day, he would inevitably be forced into a brothel as a prostitute, losing his lucidity, and having no choice but to open his legs and endure endless obscene toying from men.
Yuan Jixue had personally approved his fate of becoming a ghost prostitute, temporarily appeasing the Mist Flower Mirror’s evil aura of resentment. However, it was only by receiving the dozens of patrons in this realm as a prostitute, continuously taking in the cocks of men, until Yu Ru’e began to treat their musky ejaculate as food, could the curse of the Mist Flower Mirror willingly dissipate…
Yu Ru’e was utterly lost in the midst of his extreme climax, and could only spread open his two long, snow-white legs, remaining locked in his little disciple’s embrace. The pussy that had just experienced childbirth was still convulsing and unable to close, the moist, bright red bundle of tender flesh flipping outwards. A lychee-sized opening was embedded within, and the similarly soft and wet cervix could be seen through it at a glance. The smooth red ring had turned outwards as well, and was fluttering weakly.
The Ghost King pressed the back of his hand against the moist, heated slit, rubbing back and forth. A wisp of ghostly energy escaped from between his fingers once again, turning into a thin, pitch-black membrane. The film wrapped itself tightly around Yu Ru’e, who was still twitching amidst his orgasm. This time, the entire crystal-clear, snow-white body was enveloped within the cocoon weaved from ghost energy, leaving only a pair of delicate red lips, as well as a fair jaw, exposed. Within the cocoon, Yu Ru’e’s vision was pitch-black, and he could not hear anything at all. Thrust into this muddled state of chaos, even the right to breathe had been stripped away from him. He could only open his crimson lips, and let out soft damp, and sticky breaths. His entire body was immersed in warm and humid sweat, and it felt as though steam was rising from his skin. Groggy and hazy, it was as if he was drunk without having consumed any alcohol. It was almost like he was a fine wine being brewed, the aftershocks of his climax becoming infinitely prolonged in this manner.
The Ghost King bent his knuckles and rubbed against that swollen, bright red clit with varying intensities, causing Yu Ru’e to float amidst a gentle and unhurried clitorial orgasm, a sweetness suffusing his breaths as if he was melting. Long ChiLe continued to hold Yu Ru’e closely in his arms, confining the lively and warm body, so as to feel his faint shudders, the involuntary tremors running through his limbs, and the violent rise and fall of his chest. As he firmly locked down the weak attempts Yu Ru’e made to struggle with both his arms, Long ChiLe began to pinch at the two swollen nipples through the cocoon, as though he was competing with Yuan Jixue, squeezing until squelching noises could be heard from all the milk inside.
Yu Ru’e let out a stream of stifled moans from this additional kneading, and it was obvious that he could no longer bear the excessive pleasure he felt from his nipples.
Yuan Jixue sneered, “Idiot.”
Long ChiLe replied, “Oh? If you’re so smart, how come Shizun is unable to even remember your name?”
The obedient and clingy nature he showed in front of Yu Ru’e had completely vanished. The brilliant gold dragon pupils on the youth’s snow-white face was already narrowing slightly, and a thread of faintly discernible killing intent had appeared on the fair face that resembled Yulan magnolias.
Yuan Jixue lifted his fingers, and a blade-like tendril of ghost energy shot out from the tips of his fingers, cutting off a vermillion-coloured futou strap dangling beside Long ChiLe’s ear.
The strap fell to the ground, and was turned over by him with a puff of air, revealing the brilliant gold eye that was attached to the top.
Long ChiLe was just about to retaliate. But upon catching sight of the eye, his expression changed immediately.
“You brought over the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, and were still completely unaware of it, acting all smug,” Yuan Jixue mocked, “If you’re not an idiot, what are you? Now I’m afraid your shizun will have to suffer twice as much.”
Among the three realms, only the human realm was divided into regions of Yin and Yang. The ghost domain naturally belonged to the Yin region. On most days, the ghost domain was like the illusory shadow of the living world. Although the eye of the Heavenly Dao hung high above the nine heavens, and was able to thoroughly observe everything, its vision was often blocked by the vivid and dazzling living world, such that it completely overlooked the gloomy and lightless underworld beneath.
It was just that the Heavenly Dao had grown increasingly alert, and had even attached itself to Long ChiLe, silently sneaking into the ghost domain.
The curse of being a ghost prostitute had yet to be fulfilled, but the Heavenly Dao had already firmly stuck itself to Yu Ru’e’s body, like a maggot attaching itself to a bone….
“But it’s not impossible to do something about this,” Yuan Jixue said, “I’ve sent a letter, asking to borrow something from that person.”
When Yu Ru’e awoke, he found himself gathered in the scalding embrace of a young man. Long ChiLe’s breaths carried the strong, metallic scent of blood, and his lips had become an unusual dark red. Blood was obviously surging in his throat, but he was gritting his teeth and holding it back.
Long ChiLe lowered his head to look at him. Soft, jet-black strands of hair, as well as a vermillion-coloured strap, fell downwards, sweeping lightly across the youth’s face.
“Shizun…” He said hoarsely, “Why don’t you dig out the pearl from under my jaw, and go back to the immortal realm.”
Yu Ru’e stared at him for a moment, before sighing, “What nonsense are you spouting?”
His temperament was naturally a little bit childish, and he would often lay in Yu Ru’e’s arms, acting coquettish and pretending to be dumb, while taking the opportunity to say some ridiculous things. Yu Ru’e had always been a little more indulgent towards him, and would never grow angry. If the things Long ChiLe said became more and more inappropriate, he would gently say, “Le-er, what nonsense are you saying?”.
Long ChiLe had felt a rare inclination towards kindness just now, but upon hearing that sentence, he felt a faint throb in his heart. It was like he was holding an affectionate little bird in his palm, whose tail he would often pinch into a mess, until it was trembling and crying out. But at times, he would also feel sorry for it, and show it a little bit of mercy, allowing it to escape. However, the little bird remained lost and unaware, snuggling against the palm of this evil man, not knowing that it could take advantage of his momentary softness and fly away.
But in just the twinkling of an eye, he dispelled those soft, beautiful thoughts as quickly as they had appeared.
T/N: Sorry if this is all very confusing >< Unfortunately, Yuan Jixue’s part of the story involves many elements of Chinese culture that doesn’t translate very well. I’ve tried my best to make things clearer (I hope!), but if there’s anything you don’t get, please feel free to tell me~
It’s truly admirable that despite content being as it is the chapter titles are the most innocent thing ever dhdh
hahah no but!! it’s actually super euphemistic (much like most of chinese smut LOL). i know the title sounds really sweet but the “flower(s)” refer to Yu Ru’e and the “mist” is talking about the Mist Flower Mirror, so if you put it all together👀
True, if you think of the deeper meanings…But at the first glance it seems innocent
Wait what did he gave birth?????
it’s more like he went through birth simulation
Huh?!
it’s referring to the ghost energy that he “gave birth” to in the last chapter! if you recall, at the end of chapter 9, one of his punishments for impersonating the ghost mother was to experience the pain of childbirth, so the ghost king actually placed a bundle of ghost energy into him, which he finally “gave birth” to in the last chapter.
Cum??
nope!! the ghost king said that yu ru’e would be punished w/ the pain of childbirth in chapter 9, so he placed a bundle of ghost energy into yu ru’e, which yu ru’e finally “gave birth” to in the previous chapter
Thank you!!!!
Will there be another gong then? Or is it only the 3 of em??