Big Eye Ghost King

I pointed at the jars and pots outside and asked Uncle-Master, "What are you planning to do with all these jars and pots? Have you already arranged everything?"

Uncle-Master came back to his senses and said it had all been arranged. In a few days, someone would come and take them away.

He told me not to worry about it and to focus on recovering from my injuries first. I answered, "Okay."

The days passed one by one. I was already able to get out of bed and walk, and I thought that before long, I would make a full recovery.

That day, just after we finished eating, an old man in a Zhongshan suit arrived outside.

A few sparse strands of hair sat on his head, making him look like a hairy egg, and he wore a pair of old-fashioned Liberation shoes.

What was especially strange was that one of his eyes was as huge as an egg, frighteningly so, while the other was the normal size of an ordinary person's eye.

The moment I saw his appearance, I nearly burst out laughing.

Qianqian pinched my leg and told me to show some respect. The pain made me bare my teeth and grimace.

In the end, I really could not hold it in. With a "pfft," I sprayed the porridge from my mouth.

Qianqian also giggled, then wiped the grains of rice from the corner of my mouth while telling me to stop laughing.

Nangong Yiyi's lovely brows immediately furrowed.

"Ghost King."

After saying that, Nangong Yiyi rose to her feet and stared at the somewhat plain-looking old man.

I was startled, my eyes widening like brass bells as I looked at Nangong Yiyi in disbelief and asked,

"He's a Ghost King?"

Nangong Yiyi nodded with a frown, then stepped forward, cupped her fists, and said,

"May I ask what mighty ruler you are, and what business brings you here?"

"I came to find Li Xuanqing."

At that moment, Uncle-Master came out of the house and shouted, "Ah, Big Eye Ghost, you finally came."

The old man shouted back as well, "Brother Xuanqing, ah, it's been a long time, a long time indeed."

"You know each other?" Nangong Yiyi asked Uncle-Master.

Uncle-Master said they did, that he had known him for nearly twenty years. Only then did Nangong Yiyi withdraw her imposing aura.

Then, with a snort, she laughed, and immediately afterward broke into loud laughter.

One hand pointed at the old man while the other slapped her thigh. "B-Big Eye Ghost! Hahahaha..."

Qianqian and I laughed too, while Uncle-Master's mouth twitched.

It looked like Uncle-Master wanted to laugh as well but was forcing himself to hold it back, his face flushed red from the effort.

Then Uncle-Master bellowed, "All of you, shut up!" Only then did our laughter gradually die down.

"Alas... my looks were given to me by my parents. There's nothing I can do about it," the old man said.

Nangong Yiyi added, "When your mother gave birth to you... was she using random mode?"

The laughter we had just suppressed erupted again. This time, even Uncle-Master laughed.

After laughing, he patted the old man on the shoulder and said, "Sorry, sorry."

Recently, Nangong Yiyi had often borrowed my phone to listen to music. She always liked putting it on random mode, so it seemed she had picked up quite a few new phrases too.

"Enough. Do not be rude. This is an old friend of mine.

He came today to help deal with the jars and pots in the courtyard. Atong, Qianqian, come over and greet him."

Qianqian and I walked over, bowed to the old man, and said in unison, "Hello, Elder."

"Hey, why call me Elder? Call me Uncle Big Eye," Uncle-Master interrupted.

Qianqian and I bowed again and said, "Hello, Uncle Big Eye."

"Hahaha... Li Xuande's grandson, and with the Lightning Attribute too. You will surely achieve great things in the future," the old man said with a laugh.

"Alright, alright, no need for so much ceremony.

I came today to discuss with your Uncle-Master where these things in the courtyard should go."

The old man pointed at the jars and pots in the courtyard.

"Fine, then let's go inside and discuss it." The old man smiled and nodded, then followed Uncle-Master into the small wooden house. Uncle-Master would not let us go in.

But then again, the old man's self-restraint was truly impressive. We had laughed at him so rudely,

yet he was not angry at all. He merely wore a smile, as though none of it had anything to do with him.

Only after I came back to my senses did I remember that he was a Ghost King, and a chill ran down my back. He was a man with real power.

If you did not believe it, then recall the palm strike Uncle-Master and Nangong Yiyi exchanged last time. I had been sent flying by the aftershock and nearly lost my life.

Watching the two of them enter the house, I asked Nangong Yiyi, "Sis, was that man really strong? How does he compare to you?"

"Very strong. If we sparred one-on-one, we would be evenly matched. If we fought to the death, it would be hard to say."

"He's that powerful?" I exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course. A Ghost King can rule over a region. Did you think Ghost Kings were soft persimmons that anyone could squeeze?"

Thinking about it, that was true. During this time, I had been surrounded by these big-shot figures, so I had started to look down on the heroes of the world.

It was not until I was beaten senseless by several Fierce Ghosts one day that I realized just how foolish I had been. But that was a later matter.

Before long, the old man and Uncle-Master came out. They walked to the jar with the red seal, and the two simply stood there, staring fixedly at it.

Looking at the jar before him, the old man said, "Strange. There is clearly only a Ghost Spirit-level Ghost Cultivator inside this jar, so why do I feel a sense of dread when I look at him?"

Uncle-Master nodded beside him and replied, "Yes. That is precisely why I had you make the trip in person.

To be honest, my master left this behind long ago. It has been kept here ever since."

The old man circled the jar once, looking somewhat surprised. "I can tell that this jar is made of extraordinary materials. It must have been crafted by some great master."

Then Uncle-Master explained the origins of the jar, including how the ghost inside had been at Maoshan.

He had turned Maoshan upside down, leaving chickens flying and dogs jumping, until the Sect Master had no choice but to seal him in a specially made jar.

The old man nodded slightly, but the look of confusion on his face did not fade.

After hearing Uncle-Master's words, the confusion on his face instead deepened further.

"That's not right. At my level of cultivation, it should be impossible for me to see nothing at all.

I can only tell that he is at the Ghost Spirit level. As for his cultivation path, even his Ghost Marks, I know nothing whatsoever," the old man said.

Then he turned to Uncle-Master and Nangong Yiyi and asked, "The two of you are about as strong as I am. Can either of you see anything?"

Uncle-Master and Nangong Yiyi shook their heads at the same time.

I did not understand. The cultivation path they mentioned had to refer to things like cultivation techniques.

But what were Ghost Marks? So I voiced my confusion.

Uncle-Master said to me, "So-called Ghost Marks refer to the years a Ghost Cultivator has cultivated.

Once you reach a certain level of cultivation, or if you are at the same level as them, you can see rings of ripples around a ghost's body.

To use an example, it is like an old tree that has lived for decades or even centuries and is cut down.

On the tree's cross-section, there are rings of patterns spreading outward. We call these patterns growth rings.

The difference is that a tree's growth rings can be seen and touched.

A Ghost Cultivator's Ghost Marks can be seen, but not touched.

And you need a certain level of cultivation, or to be at the same level as them, before you can see them."

After hearing Uncle-Master's explanation, I finally understood. So there was so much to it.

Just then, a yawn came from inside the jar, the sound of someone who had just woken up.

Then a sleepy voice said, "So noisy. Are you even going to let me sleep?"

Then the voice spoke again in surprise. "Ah! Why does this brother look so strange?"

The old man, Big Eye Ghost King, stepped forward and cupped his fists in greeting, just as he was about to speak.

The voice from inside the jar suddenly said, "Alright, alright, there's no need for you to speak.

Your distinguished appearance is simply too painful to my eyes.

Seeing your distinguished appearance, I truly cannot converse with you."