Chapter 121: Unfinished Ghostly Love
Chapter 121: Chapter 121: Unfinished Ghostly Love
CHIRP! CHIRP!
Get down, bird!
Huohuo flapped its little wings.
To Lu Wu, it was just a spirited chirp. But to the Eagle Beast, it was a mortal threat.
THUD!
With a loud crash, the Eagle Beast went into freefall, landing face-first on the arena floor. It lay there, motionless.
Zhang Yue, who had been trying to suppress a burp, stared at the incredible scene before her and was so shocked she let out another huge one.
’Ah, that felt good.’
It was just that her opponent, Hong Wen, was seeing red.
"What are you doing?"
Seeing his own demon beast kowtow to its opponent before the fight even began, the Beast Taming Sect disciple’s face flushed crimson.
Under the gazes of so many spectators, he walked up and kicked the Eagle Beast hard in the head.
"You useless piece of trash!"
The demon beast he had worked so hard to tame was defeated just like that. The thought of the ridicule this would attract made his face burn with shame.
"Get up!" he roared, his face contorted in a ferocious snarl.
Lying on the ground, paralyzed by the terrifying pressure on its bloodline, the Eagle Beast couldn’t respond.
The Eagle Beast buried its head in its feathers, enduring the kicks and curses of the Beast Taming Sect disciple.
’I’m scared. I don’t wanna be a roasted beast.’
’Just pretend I’m dead.’
Seeing the Eagle Beast playing dead, Zhang Yue stopped watching the show and offered thoughtfully, "Why don’t you switch to another demon beast?"
"I can wait."
’I don’t want an unfair victory.’
"You..."
But Zhang Yue didn’t realize that, to the Beast Taming Sect, her kindness was a blatant slap in the face.
His pride trampled, the disciple, seething with rage, snarled a command at his remaining Tiger Beast. "Get her."
"ROAR~"
With a furious roar, the Tiger Beast lunged at Zhang Yue.
The "King" character on its forehead gave the Tiger Beast a majestic air. It lunged with sharp fangs, intent on tearing Zhang Yue to pieces.
With the attack just inches away, Zhang Yue calmly covered her nose with her hand.
"Your breath stinks a little."
Zhang Yue was thoroughly disgusted by the Tiger Beast.
’I even remember to scrub my ghosts clean. Why doesn’t this Beast Taming Sect disciple brush his beast’s teeth?’
’So unhygienic.’
After sidestepping the Tiger Beast’s strike, a spectral figure appeared behind Zhang Yue.
It was one of her contracted ghosts.
Beast Taming and ghost controlling followed similar paths. In the eyes of the Beast Taming Sect, the two were rivals.
Therefore, whenever they encountered a Ghost Sect disciple, they always wanted to prove who was superior.
But this was usually a one-sided affair, as the Ghost Sect disciples had always ignored the Beast Taming Sect.
This behavior, however, sent the wrong signal to the Beast Taming Sect—’They’re afraid of us!’—which led to them attacking on sight at every encounter.
As for the results...
A ghost with an ethereal appearance floated beside Zhang Yue. He glanced at her with a gentle expression before drifting in front of her.
He gently raised his hand.
Yin Qi surged skyward. The immense and pure energy whipped up a fierce gale, blowing the Tiger Beast away.
"Hurry it up," Zhang Yue urged.
She still had several pancakes left to eat, and this little bit of exercise was already making her feel hungry again.
"Master, remember what you promised me."
The male ghost smiled dotingly, and the tender affection in his eyes made Lu Wu feel like she was watching a scene from ’Ghost’.
Lu Wu thought: ’Respect. I wish them well!’
"I know, I know," Zhang Yue said, rolling her eyes impatiently.
’It’s just one pancake as an appearance fee. Does he have to be so dramatic and affectionate about it?’
’Anyone who didn’t know better would think there was something scandalous going on between me and this ghost.’
’Heavens above, this ghost’s wife is watching!’
Once he had her promise, the male ghost’s expression changed drastically. His white robes turned blood-red, looking as if fresh blood were flowing over them.
It was a groom’s wedding attire.
He and his wife had died on their wedding night.
An enemy had laced their ceremonial wine with a deadly poison. The couple drank together and died together.
Their resentment was so great that they turned into vengeful ghosts, but they lacked the power to get revenge and were trapped in the place of their death.
It was Zhang Yue who found them and brought them out.
They didn’t want to enter the cycle of reincarnation yet, so they formed a contract with Zhang Yue, agreeing to fight for her.
Their payment used to be Spiritual Objects, but now, all they wanted were pancakes.
Thinking of the offering from that day, tears of blood streamed from the male ghost’s eyes.
"There, there, little kitty. Just bear with it, this won’t hurt," the male ghost said with a faint smile. He reached out, his jet-black nails suddenly elongating. He slammed a hand onto the Tiger Beast’s head, his sharp nails piercing its neck.
The restrained Tiger Beast struggled to resist but couldn’t escape the ghost’s grasp.
The male ghost felt the warm flesh at his fingertips, a bloodthirsty light glinting in his red eyes.
If he pushed just a little deeper, he could sever the Tiger Beast’s artery.
Life and death didn’t matter in the Heavenly Pride Tournament arena, but contestants usually wouldn’t deliver a fatal blow unless there was a deep-seated grudge.
Following Zhang Yue’s command, the male ghost reluctantly released his grip.
The heavyweight Tiger Beast collapsed to the ground, blood streaming from its neck. The metallic scent of blood filled the air. The Beast Taming Sect disciple’s lips trembled, his face deathly pale.
His Tiger Beast had been defeated in an instant.
His opponent hadn’t even used their full strength.
Even if his Eagle Beast could still fight, he would have lost anyway.
’Is the gap between us really that huge?’
The devastated disciple stood dazedly on the arena floor as the referee announced the outcome. Zhang Yue regretfully handed over a pancake, recalled her male ghost, and turned to leave the stage.
As for her deeply traumatized opponent, she couldn’t care less.
’Want to cry? Go run home to Mommy.’
’Of course, even if he called *me* Mommy... that wouldn’t work either.’
A simple victory.
Now free, Zhang Yue huddled together with Lou Xiaotian, whispering. Lu Wu could faintly make out a few words.
"Oh, his wife keeps him on a tight leash. He’ll only get to eat a third of that pancake, at most."
"How’s their relationship? Pretty good. They’re at each other’s throats every day."
The wife had been poisoned and turned into a ghost for no reason other than a feud involving her husband’s family.
After becoming a ghost, she saw her own hideous corpse, veins bulging and face twisted from the poison. Her personality changed drastically, evolving from a gentle wife into a boxing T-Rex.
The saying "to hit is to cherish, to scold is to love" was truly embodied by this ghostly couple.
"It’s almost your turn. Aren’t you going to go?" Qin Zhan urged, nudging Jiang Yunhe.
’You’re a disciple of the Divine Doctor Valley. Why are you squeezing in next to Boss Lu instead of staying with your own people?’
’We may be good brothers, but I will never give up my position as Henchman Number One.’
’Trying to curry favor? Not a chance!’
Glancing at Qin Zhan’s petty expression, Jiang Yunhe rose gracefully, brushed his sleeves, and said to Lu Wu, "I’ll be right back."
Jiang Yunhe had a personality that was cold both inside and out, but his attitude toward Lu Wu was always gentle.
Handsome, from a major sect, and one of the top prodigies of his generation, Jiang Yunhe had no shortage of fans.
"I get it. Divine Doctor Jiang just appreciates Boss Lu’s skills. There’s nothing romantic going on."
"Why can’t there be something romantic? If they get together, we fans will rise with our idol’s status! We might even get some special treatment."
"Seriously, so disappointing. You useless thing, be careful or I’ll un-stan you."
As the fans grumbled and complained, none of them launched an attack on Lu Wu. This made the members of the Bun Sect feel like they had no room to shine.
’These fans must be past their prime.’