Only after advancing to a Ghost Soldier and completing the refinement of one's Ghost Body could one become as lifelike as an ordinary person. If Yin Qi and Ghost Qi were not apparent, anyone lacking sufficient strength simply could not tell that the other party was a Specter Ghost...
Though he had long been mentally prepared—someone who could command a group of Ghost Soldiers capable of concealing their deathly appearances was, nine times out of ten, an even stronger Ghost Soldier—now that he was here and had seen her, he still could not help but feel uneasy.
The female ghost before him smiled sweetly, shy yet alluring, looking just like a delicate young girl. She was not frightening in the slightest, but if they really fought, she could crush him to death with one hand...
This was truly bad luck. He came here once every eight hundred years, and the one time he came, he ran into this ruthless character. Besides, he was currently disguised. He had only just entered when he encountered the wedding procession. Nine times out of ten, this female ghost had long been coveting his handsome little face...
"Young master, since you have already come, why not bathe and change your clothes? Why are you still dressed as that rustic Senile Old Man? Could it be that this servant is not pretty enough? I happened to see your heroic bearing before, young master, and I have thought of you ever since. I never imagined we would meet again. This servant is truly delighted..."
A flash of understanding passed through Qin Yang's eyes. Sure enough, this slut had long been coveting his magnificent body. She had even specifically sent the wedding procession to lie in wait for him. She must have seen him last time when he came to deliver a funeral procession, this female ghost whose desires were a bottomless pit...
Thinking it over, Qin Yang understood. It was not that he had bad luck; this day had simply been bound to come sooner or later.
"Young master, why do you not speak? Could those stupid, clumsy brutes below have frightened you?"
"No. It was merely that upon seeing you, miss, I was momentarily entranced. Inspiration suddenly struck, and I happened to come up with two lines of poetry..." Qin Yang casually brushed her off.
"Oh?" The female ghost's eyes lit up. A rosy flush spread over her cheeks as her lashes fluttered, and she looked at Qin Yang with eyes full of curiosity. "Would young master be willing to recite them?"
"Then listen closely." Qin Yang's mind turned, and he casually plagiarized two lines. "Clouds Yearn for Garments, Flowers for Beauty; Spring Breeze Brushes the Rail, Dewdense..."
"Young master truly overflows with talent. This servant is nowhere near as lovely as you say..." The female ghost blushed crimson as she listened. With a soft moan, she fell directly onto the bed. At some unknown moment, the red robe draped over her had vanished with a swish, leaving only her undergarments to cover her as she reclined there, looking utterly ready for him to pluck.
Qin Yang's eyelid twitched slightly. He took out a bundle of Spirit Incense, pinched off some, lit it, and inserted it into the censer in the middle. Only after watching the incense burn and its pale smoke curl outward did he relax slightly.
"Young master is truly considerate. Let this servant attend to you..." The female ghost inhaled the Spirit Incense and giggled, as though she had drunk wine...
This Spirit Incense had originally been meant for ghosts. Inhaling it could soothe the mind and dispel wicked thoughts. Any ghost that wished to advance further would not recklessly devour the vital essence and blood of living creatures. After all, continuing like that would sooner or later turn one into a monster whose mind had been extinguished and who knew only slaughter. This Spirit Incense was used to disperse such things.
Those cultivators who controlled and raised ghosts generally liked using Spirit Incense...
This female ghost knew quality goods when she saw them, so naturally she recognized it as something truly excellent for ghosts.
The female ghost's figure swayed, and Qin Yang's vision blurred. In the next instant, he was already on that large bed. The female ghost wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed at him with eyes like silken threads, and he was about to be ravaged...
"May I know your name, miss?" Qin Yang's eyelid twitched as he hurriedly asked. Seeing the female ghost stop, he added, "Would it not be terribly discourteous if I did not even know your name?"
"This servant is Qu Shi Derong. Young master truly is different from the rest. This servant did not wait for you in vain all this time..."
"Miss Qu flatters me..." Qin Yang replied with a smile, casually humoring her. Of course I'm different from those you caught before. Those fellows were probably scared witless, or else their minds were bewitched. You forced yourself on them like an overlord, ravaged them day after day, and drained them dry of their essence. If I openly turned hostile, I'd probably meet the same end immediately...
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the Spirit Incense burning in the distance. It had only burned down by a third, yet this slut could already barely wait any longer...
Watching the female ghost wrap her arms around his neck and press herself against him, Qin Yang secretly gritted his teeth. Recalling his earlier judgment and looking at her bottomless desire, this thing was, nine times out of ten, a glutton for punishment…
And here, this female ghost was the strongest. The ghostly path was strictly hierarchical, and those below probably did not dare show her the slightest disrespect. On top of that, the people she had caught before had likely either been frightened stupid or had been poor actors who kept trying to run. Once caught, the female ghost would lose interest and simply bewitch their minds before ravaging them day and night...
Gritting his teeth, Qin Yang shouted at the female ghost.
"Get down."
With that low shout, while the female ghost was stunned, Qin Yang slapped her with a loud smack.
The female ghost let out a soft moan. When she turned back to look at Qin Yang, not only was she not angry, she instead seemed like a delicate flower blooming. Qin Yang chuckled, immediately delighted. This thing really was a glutton for punishment…
"Young master, why must you do this?" Though she said that, her body was honest enough as she voluntarily lay prone on the bed...
Qin Yang slapped her again and again, more than a dozen times in succession. By the time his hand hurt, the female ghost let out a wail and went limp on the bed without moving.
"You rest for a while. I'll go outside and look after the guests. How can guests be left to entertain themselves while the host does not receive them? I'll be right back." Rising and steadying his mind, Qin Yang calmly gave the female ghost another slap before turning and walking outside.
The female ghost lay over the head of the bed, watching Qin Yang's back as she giggled, making no move to stop him. In any case, with Qin Yang's strength, he definitely could not escape from here.
When he opened the door, the pale smoke drifting around the room flowed outside along with Qin Yang.
After reaching the front courtyard, he found the group of ghosts still feasting and drinking to their hearts' content. Seeing Qin Yang, they all froze and turned their grim gazes toward him.
"Thank you all for gracing us with your presence. I can only offer you some little trinkets for a taste." Qin Yang's expression did not change. Smiling, he took out bundle after bundle of Spirit Incense, lit them by rubbing them together, and placed one bundle into the censer at each table. "Everyone, don't stand on ceremony."
The ghosts had no mind to bother with Qin Yang now. Each one stretched out its neck and violently inhaled at the censers, while the bundles of incense burned rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In less than half an incense stick, the ghosts were sprawled all over the place as if drunk, falling one after another with repeated thuds.
And in the rear bedchamber, the female ghost's face was peach-blossom red. As if deeply asleep, she lay prone on the bed, sleeping soundly...
Qin Yang glanced at the Spirit Incense burned to ash in the censer. Among the remnants, one was clearly a slightly darker color than the others.
"I used a full twenty-three bundles of Spirit Incense, and they're just gone like that. Wouldn't it be letting you off too easily if I simply left..."
Ahem, this chapter has been revised.
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