Chapter 5: Green-Faced, Fanged, Ghost-Faced Buddha

Chapter 5: Green-Faced Demon and Ghost-Faced Buddha

Inside the bridal chamber.

Zhao Qingmei wore a red wedding dress, her head covered by a bridal veil.

"Creak!"

Tan Yun pushed open the door and entered.

Zhao Qingmei asked, "Tan Yun, has everything been investigated clearly?"

"It's been investigated clearly. Most of the people who came were neighbors and folks who were on good terms with the Young Master on ordinary days," Tan Yun replied.

"I understand," Zhao Qingmei said, her head still covered by the bridal veil, her expression unclear, but her tone was very calm.

"Young Miss, I also heard something. A Cao Gang Altar Master wanted the land deed in the Young Master's hands and had threatened him a few days ago," Tan Yun said in a low voice. "The Young Master was delayed on his way to the wedding today because of the Cao Gang's meddling. Fortunately, a constable stepped in to resolve it."

How dare they cause trouble on the Sect Master's big day!?

Today was a special day, a once-in-a-lifetime happy occasion, yet the Wang family still came to cause trouble. The meaning behind this was self-evident. If it weren't for that constable…

And what did forcing the sale of the land deed mean? It was nothing more than an empty promise, a way to ensure his death!

"Today is a day of great joy," Zhao Qingmei said indifferently. "And tomorrow will be a sunny day, with a big sun."

Zhao Qingmei liked sunny days because killing was quick on sunny days, and the blood dried quickly too.

"This servant understands," Tan Yun quickly nodded.

Zhao Qingmei thought of something and said, "Also, from now on, I hope you pay attention to your own discretion."

"Yes," Tan Yun understood.

Zhao Qingmei Cultivates the Heavenly Demon Art. The so-called 'Ten Thousand Forms of the Heavenly Demon' meant that even top experts couldn't detect her Qi. Tan Yun, on the other hand, was an expert from the Demonic Cult Human Sect, one of the three major sects. Stealth and tracking were her specialties. If she concealed her Qi, it would be very difficult for others to see through her.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and most of the guests gradually dispersed.

"I'm coming in."

An Jing arrived at the door of the bridal chamber.

"Creak–!"

As the door slowly opened, An Jing walked in.

Zhao Qingmei's hands were clasped tightly in front of her legs, and her slightly panting breaths could be heard.

"I'm going to lift the bridal veil."

An Jing smiled, picked up the steelyard, and lifted the bridal veil.

As the bridal veil fell, Zhao Qingmei's delicate and beautiful face, illuminated by the candlelight, appeared even more enchanting, especially her red lips, which seemed to melt one's heart completely.

At this moment, a blush appeared on her fair, jade-like cheeks, and her eyes, brimming with autumn water, gazed affectionately at An Jing.

"Qing Mei."

An Jing took Zhao Qingmei's jade-like hand, feeling a warmth emanating from it.

An Jing hadn't expected to marry such a beautiful woman.

Zhao Qingmei felt her heart pounding rapidly, like a startled deer, and all strength left her body as she directly fell into An Jing's arms.

"Qing Mei, you might have to suffer with me from now on…"

"Husband, just like that cup of tea, we might be bitter for a while, but we will definitely not be bitter for a lifetime."

Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing affectionately.

"Yes, we won't be bitter for a lifetime." An Jing looked at the person in front of him and vowed in his heart to treat such an understanding wife well.

"Wife."

"Hmm?"

"It's time for the bridal chamber…"

Then, with a soft moan, the candlelight extinguished.

The next day.

An Jing slowly opened his eyes, and a faint ray of sunlight streamed through the window lattice.

The red curtains still exuded warmth.

"Husband, you're awake."

Just then, the door opened.

Zhao Qingmei had changed out of her red wedding dress into a green gown, which gave her a unique spiritual charm and temperament. At this moment, she wore an apron around her waist, and there was still some sweat on her forehead.

"I made a medicinal porridge according to the medical book on your table. Hurry and try it."

An Jing heard this, finding it both amusing and touching. "This medicinal porridge is for nourishing the body. My body is very healthy, there's no need for nourishment."

Saying that, An Jing got out of bed and looked at the fragrant medicinal porridge on the table, sighing inwardly.

With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for?

After An Jing drank the medicinal porridge, he felt a warmth lingering in his body for a long time, and he was secretly surprised. Had the Human Flower Realm already condensed?

To reach the Grandmaster realm from First Rank cultivation, one must condense the Three Flowers: Human Flower Realm, Earth Flower Realm, and Heavenly Flower.

An Jing's cultivation had been stagnant for over half a year, and the Human Flower Realm had never condensed. Now, it seemed this obstacle had been easily broken.

Now, as long as he condensed the Earth Flower Realm and Heavenly Flower, and the Three Flowers united, he could reach the Grandmaster realm in the Jianghu.

He hadn't expected that in just one night, he had condensed the Human Flower Realm, one of the Three Flowers.

"How does it taste?" Zhao Qingmei asked nervously.

"It's naturally very good."

An Jing smiled, "Wife, I like everything you make."

"That's good. If Husband likes it, I'll cook it for Husband every day," Zhao Qingmei breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes full of smiles.

"Wife, please look after the pharmacy first. We were missing a few herbs a few days ago. I'm going to inquire about them now."

"Okay, go ahead and don't worry."

Seeing An Jing leave, Tan Yun couldn't help but say, "Young Miss, why don't we hire some servants? Who can stand getting up before dawn every day to cook porridge?"

When had her Sect Master's hands, stained with blood, ever been used to cook porridge for someone?

"Just do your part."

Zhao Qingmei thought of something, a smile appearing on the corner of her lips. "Later, you and I will go to the street to buy some meat and vegetables. I want to prepare lunch and dinner well."

"Yes."

Tan Yun sighed helplessly.

Yu Prefecture City, Red Pavilion.

"Young Master Wang, come, have another drink."

"Young Master Wang, tell us more about the story of Yu Lin Peak. Was there really a Third Rank expert there that day?"

"Were all those Devil Heads really locked up in Yu Prefecture's great prison?"

In an elegant private room, Wang Zhiping's face was flushed, surrounded by beautiful women.

"I'm telling you, I'm currently a Seventh Rank Cultivator. With my Aptitude and my uncle's guidance, there's a great chance I'll reach Fifth Rank, or even Fourth Rank, in the future!" Wang Zhiping laughed proudly.

"Fourth Rank!?"

A chorus of exclamations rose from around him.

In the Jianghu, Fourth Rank was already considered an expert, and in the Cao Gang, one could even hold the position of Deputy Branch Master.

"That's probably impossible."

Just then, a sharp, cold voice rang out.

"Who!?"

Wang Zhiping heard the voice and sobered up considerably.

"Who I am isn't important. What's important is who you are."

Outside the door, a corpulent, bloated old monk stood with his palms pressed together, a smile on his lips. The old monk's face was extremely ugly, like a fierce ghost.

Those who frequented the Jianghu knew that there were four types of people to be wary of: women, children, monks, and Daoists.

"Who are you? I have no grievances with you…"

Wang Zhiping took a deep breath, his hand reaching down to his waist.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Before Wang Zhiping could finish speaking, several women beside him plunged long knives directly into his body.

"You…you all…"

Wang Zhiping's eyes were wide with shock, looking incredulously at the women who had just been intimately chatting with him. Finally, his body went limp and he fell to the ground.

"Protector, this small Seventh Rank figure, did you really have to come in person?"

A woman wiped the blood from her face and respectfully addressed the old monk.

Wang Zhiping didn't know the old monk's identity, but she knew it clearly. This person was one of the four Protectors of the Demonic Cult Human Sect, the former abbot of Lotus Sect White Horse Temple, who later betrayed White Horse Temple to join the Demonic Cult. His notorious reputation in the Jianghu was like thunder.

Thirty years ago, he massacred the Hidden Sword Villa, killing three hundred and twenty-seven people, not even sparing infants.

Thirteen years ago, he ambushed the Ulan tribe on the Mobei Grassland at night, killing countless Third Rank and Fourth Rank experts from Mobei. Finally, he even slew a Second Rank expert, the peerless fiend, Ghost-Faced Buddha.

His battle achievements were numerous and outstanding.

Within the Demonic Cult, exterminating an entire clan was rare, happening only two or three times in several decades. Most such incidents were revenge killings by Jianghu individuals, framed as the Demonic Cult's doing.

So what kind of mistake had the Wang family committed to warrant the Ghost-Faced Buddha personally exterminating their entire clan?

"According to cult rules, don't ask what you shouldn't ask," Ghost-Faced Buddha said indifferently. "The Wang family, exterminate the entire clan."

"This subordinate understands."

The woman immediately felt a chill in her heart and quickly bowed.

Those who offended the Demonic Cult enough to warrant clan extermination were very few, meaning they must have committed an unforgivable error.

The old monk glanced at the corpse on the ground, then slowly walked downstairs.

The entire Red Pavilion was still bustling and noisy, and no one knew that Wang Zhiping had died in the room.

Ghost-Faced Buddha walked through the Red Pavilion, and the people around him continued to chat and laugh.

It was as if no one saw him at all.

This was the Buddhist realm of Non-Form!

Just then, a clear, cold gaze swept over.

"This…"

Ghost-Faced Buddha felt a sudden chill run down his spine, from the soles of his feet directly to the crown of his head. It was the sensation of stepping on the tip of a sword.

He only felt this way when facing the Sect Master and a few old bald monks from Buddhism.

When he followed the gaze, he saw a black-clad figure disappear at the entrance of the Red Pavilion.

An expert!

A peerless expert!

Ghost-Faced Buddha's brow furrowed, his heart trembling.

In the realm of Non-Form, ordinary eyes couldn't see his movements, yet that person had easily seen through him. If it wasn't a natural spiritual eye, then it was a top-tier expert.

"I didn't expect such an expert to be in Yu Prefecture City. It seems I need to report this to the Sect Master."