The untold secrets between the Red-Clothed Female Ghost and Yang Yong

On the rooftop.

Yang Yong trembled all over as he sat cross-legged, frantically absorbing Blood Moon energy. The energy fluctuations around him grew stronger and stronger, and Cao Xianming detected them instantly.

Cao Xianming raised his hand. A data-stream model resembling a miniature computer spun in his palm, frantically collecting information on the energy surrounding Yang Yong.

Elsewhere.

Wang Ying, who had been asleep, was also startled awake by the energy fluctuations.

She grabbed her saber and rushed up to the rooftop.

At a glance, she saw the Red-Clothed Female Ghost guarding Yang Yong without leaving his side. Taking in the surrounding Blood Moon energy, she understood immediately.

Yang Yong was cultivating!

However.

She did not go back to sleep. Instead, she simply sat in a corner of the rooftop, keeping watch while guarding Yang Yong as he cultivated.

Meanwhile, Yang Yong threw every bit of Blood Moon energy into battering the Aperture, but the barrier did not budge. Frustration instantly surged within him.

He felt as though he had endured several hours, and he was almost beginning to think that days had passed.

Just as he was about to reach his limit, inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind.

Didn't he still have the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, a Magical Artifact?

Since they could move freely through his body, couldn't he use them to break through the Aperture?

He acted on the thought at once!

Yang Yong immediately summoned the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors.

Blue-green and yellow light flashed as the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors charged straight at that Aperture!

Boom!

The Aperture burst open!

But Yang Yong's eyes snapped open, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood!

Sure enough, brute force would not work!

The Aperture had opened, but his arm was riddled with damage. Blood seeped from every pore, and the excruciating pain nearly made him pass out.

Just then.

The furnace that had remained dormant inside him suddenly began clanging. Warm energy surged from it, flowing along his meridians and beginning to frantically repair the damaged pathways.

The repair process seemed brief, but by the time Yang Yong opened his eyes again, it was broad daylight.

Beside him, Wang Ying was yawning, her eyes full of exhaustion.

"You stayed here guarding me the whole time?" Yang Yong asked in surprise.

Wang Ying nodded calmly. Without another word, she turned and went downstairs to catch up on sleep.

Yang Yong was also unbearably sleepy. He returned to his bed on the second floor, flopped backward, and fell into a dead sleep.

By the time he woke again, it was almost noon.

Xiao Ma, the convoy's assistant, was carrying a bowl of noodles toward the second floor, evidently bringing him food, but a woman stopped him.

"Zhuo Fujiao, what are you doing?" Xiao Ma asked with a frown.

"Xiao Ma, are you taking Mr. Yang his meal?" Zhuo Fujiao asked, all smiles.

Xiao Ma nodded.

"Let me take it to him for you!"

Xiao Ma looked at her as though she were an oddball. "There's no reward for bringing Mr. Yang his food."

Zhuo Fujiao kept smiling. "I don't want a reward. I just want Mr. Yang to see my face."

Xiao Ma looked her up and down.

The woman had an excellent figure, with long legs, a slender waist, and perfect proportions. It was just that, without cosmetics in the apocalypse, she looked a little haggard.

He had heard that she had been a yoga instructor before the apocalypse. No wonder she had such a good figure.

Plenty of people in the convoy wanted to attach themselves to a Transcendent. He was long used to such things, so he simply handed her the noodles. "Second room on the third floor."

"Got it!"

Zhuo Fujiao happily took the noodles, turned, and ran toward the third floor.

Watching her retreating figure, Xiao Ma thought to himself, She's probably going to get nowhere.

He knew the convoy's Transcendents all too well.

Wang Ying was cold and detached, caring only about her saber and finding her younger brother;

Captain Cao was mysterious and unfathomable, his thoughts difficult to guess;

Zheng Xiaofeng seemed careless, but his apparent simplicity concealed great wisdom;

And Yang Yong was the hardest to read. Sometimes he seemed rather dazed, yet when he turned ruthless, he could make people's scalps prickle. How could attaching oneself to him be so easy?

Sure enough, before long, a piercing scream erupted from the third floor and rang through the entire small building, instantly startling many resting survivors awake!

"A ghost!"

Carrying the noodles, Zhuo Fujiao had excitedly knocked on the door to the second room on the third floor.

But the one who opened the door was not Yang Yong. It was that figure in red!

The Red-Clothed Female Ghost had a deathly pale face and hollow eye sockets. She simply floated in the doorway.

Before Zhuo Fujiao could put any of her schemes into action, she found herself staring into that ghostly face. Instantly scared out of her wits, she collapsed onto the floor.

Fortunately, the bowl of noodles did not fall. The Red-Clothed Female Ghost caught it steadily.

Lao Zhang was the first to rush up, followed by Cao Xianming, then the convoy's other survivors.

They rushed upstairs and saw a scene that left them dumbfounded.

Zhuo Fujiao sat collapsed on the floor, trembling, while the Red-Clothed Female Ghost floated in the doorway, still holding the bowl of noodles steadily in her hands.

A ghost?

This Eerie ate meals too?

Everyone was instantly bewildered, then realization dawned.

Wasn't this the Red-Clothed Female Ghost Yang Yong had subdued?

Cao Xianming took one look and immediately understood what had happened. Uninterested in watching the commotion, he turned and left.

Wang Ying followed close behind, looking equally uninterested.

In the end, the important task of comforting Zhuo Fujiao fell to Lao Zhang, the convoy manager.

"Move along, everyone, move along! Nothing's wrong!"

Lao Zhang waved everyone away, then had Xiao Ma help the terrified Zhuo Fujiao downstairs.

Once that was dealt with, Lao Zhang looked at the Red-Clothed Female Ghost still floating in the doorway. He swallowed and asked timidly, "How... should I address you?"

The Red-Clothed Female Ghost remained silent, giving no response.

Lao Zhang suddenly remembered what Cao Xianming had said.

The Red-Clothed Female Ghost had only retained the ability to carry out commands mechanically.

Moreover, she only obeyed Yang Yong.

As long as no one did anything to harm Yang Yong, her protective response toward her master would not be triggered.

With no other choice, Lao Zhang could only nod apologetically to the Red-Clothed Female Ghost, then turn and head downstairs.

Only after Lao Zhang left did the Red-Clothed Female Ghost slowly float into the room, carrying the noodles.

On the second floor, Xiao Ma was trying to talk Zhuo Fujiao around, but he failed to notice the persistence in her eyes, as though she were saying, I won't give up!

After this little incident, all the survivors in the convoy knew that a Red-Clothed Female Ghost guarded the door of Yang Yong, the Transcendent. Even delivering food meant getting past the female ghost first.

The rumors grew increasingly outlandish as they spread.

By the end, stories such as "The untold secrets between the Red-Clothed Female Ghost and Yang Yong" had emerged in all kinds of versions, giving Lao Zhang a headache.

Meanwhile, the protagonist of those stories, Yang Yong, rolled over and fell back into a dead sleep in his room.

It was not that he did not want to wake up.

Rather, forcing open the Aperture yesterday had exhausted his mind and body to their limits. Even when his consciousness occasionally cleared, his body could not move at all.

The convoy's fighting strength had already been diminished, and Zheng Xiaofeng had yet to recover.

Now that Yang Yong was also unable to move, Wang Ying was the only one left who could fight.

Sending Wang Ying out alone to gather supplies would be too dangerous!

If she ran into danger, no one in the convoy could lend her a hand, and the whole convoy would be done for!

After some calculations, Cao Xianming swept his hand and declared, "We'll stay here for another day!"

No one objected. In this apocalypse, Cao Xianming's decisions were iron law.

Perhaps because absorbing Blood Moon energy was on his mind, Yang Yong finally woke when darkness had fully fallen and the Blood Moon once again hung high in the sky.

He immediately took out the One-Yang Sealing God Plate and rushed to the rooftop to continue cultivating.

He tentatively sensed the energy inside his body, and wild delight instantly flashed in his eyes.