Ghosts Drunk on Fragrance

Only by advancing to Ghost Soldier and completing the condensation of a ghostly body could one appear as ordinary as a living person. If one's Yin Qi and Ghost Qi were not apparent, and their strength insufficient, they simply couldn't tell that the other party was a Specter Ghost...

Though he had mentally prepared himself long ago—if a group of Ghost Soldiers capable of concealing their deathly appearance were taking orders from someone, the leader was most likely an even stronger Ghost Soldier—now that he was actually here and saw her, he couldn't help but grumble inwardly.

The female ghost before him, with her charming smile, shy allure, and delicate, girlish appearance, wasn't the least bit frightening. But if it came to a fight, she could crush him with one hand...

This really was bad luck. He hadn't come this way in eight hundred years, and the one time he did, he ran into such a ruthless character. Besides, he was in disguise now, and no sooner had he arrived than he encountered a wedding procession. Ten to one, this female ghost had already set her sights on his handsome face...

"Young master, since you're already here, why not bathe and change clothes? Why keep up this shabby old man act? Could it be that this servant isn't beautiful enough? I caught a glimpse of your heroic bearing before and have been thinking of you ever since. I never imagined we'd meet again. My heart is truly overjoyed..."

A glint of understanding flashed in Qin Yang's eyes. Sure enough, this seductive wench had been eyeing his magnificent body all along. She'd even sent that wedding procession to lie in wait for him. This must have started the last time he came for a funeral, when this insatiable female ghost spotted him...

Thinking it over, Qin Yang realized this wasn't a stroke of bad luck—it was inevitable that this day would come.

"Young master, why so silent? Could it be those clumsy fools outside frightened you?"

"No, I was just momentarily lost seeing you, struck by inspiration, and came up with two lines of poetry..." Qin Yang brushed it off casually.

"Oh?" The female ghost's eyes lit up, a blush spreading across her cheeks. Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked at Qin Yang, curiosity brimming: "Would the young master care to recite them?"

"Then listen well." Qin Yang's mind turned, and he casually borrowed two lines: "Clouds yearn for garments, flowers for beauty; spring breeze brushes the rail, dewdense..."

"The young master is truly gifted with talent. This servant is not as wonderful as you say..." The female ghost blushed crimson, let out a soft moan, and collapsed onto the bed. Her red robe vanished in a flash, leaving only her undergarments as she reclined there, looking utterly inviting.

Qin Yang's eyelids twitched slightly. He took out a handful of Spirit Incense, rubbed it between his fingers to light it, and placed it in the incense burner at the center. Watching the incense burn and the blue smoke drift away, he finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Young master, how considerate. Let this servant attend to you..." The female ghost sniffed the Spirit Incense and giggled, as if drunk...

This Spirit Incense was made for ghostly beings. Inhaling it could calm the mind and drive away evil thoughts. Any ghost that wished to advance further wouldn't recklessly devour the lifeblood of living beings, as that would eventually lead to becoming a mindless killing monster. This incense was used to dispel such tendencies.

Cultivators who controlled or raised ghosts often favored this incense...

The female ghost recognized its worth, knowing it was a true treasure for ghostly beings.

With a flicker of her form, Qin Yang's vision blurred, and he found himself on the large bed. The female ghost wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes seductive as she looked at him, on the verge of having her way with him...

"May I ask the lady's name?" Qin Yang's eyelids twitched as he quickly asked, stopping her hands: "If I don't even know your name, wouldn't that be terribly rude?"

"This servant is Qu Shi Derong. The young master is truly different. It was worth waiting so long for you..."

"Miss Qu flatters me..." Qin Yang smiled and brushed it off, thinking to himself: Of course I'm different from those caught before. Those poor bastards were probably scared stiff, or else bewitched, forced into submission, drained day after day until their essence was sucked dry. If I turn hostile now, I'll likely end up the same way...

He glanced at the Spirit Incense burning in the distance. Only a third had burned away, but this seductive wench was already losing patience...

As the female ghost clung to his neck and pressed closer, Qin Yang gritted his teeth, recalling his earlier judgment. With her insatiable behavior, this one was almost certainly a cheap-skinned type...

And here, she was the strongest. In the ghostly path, hierarchy was strict. Those below her wouldn't dare show the slightest disrespect. As for those caught before, most were either scared stiff or poor actors who kept trying to escape. Once caught, the female ghost lost interest and just bewitched them, draining them day and night...

Gritting his teeth, Qin Yang barked at the female ghost.

"Get down."

With a low shout, as the female ghost froze in surprise, Qin Yang slapped her hard.

The female ghost let out a moan. When she turned back to look at Qin Yang, instead of anger, she seemed like a blooming flower. Qin Yang chuckled, amused. This one really is a cheap-skinned type...

"Young master, why must you be like this?" The female ghost said this, but her body obeyed, willingly lying face-down on the bed...

Qin Yang slapped her again and again, a dozen times in a row, until his hand hurt. Then the female ghost let out a wail and went limp on the bed, motionless.

"Rest a while. I'll go outside and attend to the guests. It wouldn't do to let them entertain themselves while the host is absent. I'll be back soon." Rising to steady his mind, Qin Yang slapped the female ghost once more with a calm expression, then turned and walked out.

The female ghost lay at the head of the bed, watching Qin Yang's retreating back, giggling softly. She didn't stop him. After all, with his strength, there was no way he could escape from here.

Opening the door, the blue smoke drifting inside the room followed Qin Yang as he stepped out.

When he reached the front courtyard, a group of ghosts were still feasting heartily. Seeing Qin Yang, they all froze, their gazes turning cold as they stared at him.

"Thank you all for coming. I can only offer some small trinkets for you to sample." Qin Yang's expression didn't change. Smiling, he took out handfuls of Spirit Incense, lit them, and placed a bundle in the incense burner on each table: "Everyone, don't be shy."

The ghosts had no mind to pay attention to Qin Yang now. They stretched out their necks, inhaling deeply from the incense burners. The bundles of incense burned at a visible speed.

In less than a short half-incense stick's time, the ghosts were swaying drunkenly, collapsing one by one with thuds.

Back in the inner chamber, the female ghost, her face flushed like a peach blossom, lay sleeping soundly on the bed, as if in a deep slumber...

Qin Yang glanced at the incense burner, where the Spirit Incense had burned to ashes. Among the remnants, one stick was noticeably darker in color than the others.

"I used a full twenty-three bundles of Spirit Incense, all gone. If I just leave, wouldn't that be letting them off too easy..."

Ahem, this chapter has been revised.