Chapter 726 - Strange Person (1/2)

Ling Chigu didn’t think much of it. “I’ve already died, and my souls and spirits have scattered. Originally, I should’ve returned to nothingness, and after eons, perhaps my soul would be fortunate enough to gather back together by chance, and I’d be able to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation. But you forcefully dragged me back. How can it be so easy to resurrect from the dead? I’m just a living dead now. In terms of Dao attainments, I can barely be called a ghost cultivator.”

Feng Jingyu was stunned. “Ghost cultivator?”

Ling Chigu said, “I cultivated the physical body before, but now I cultivate the soul. As long as my soul does not disperse, my body will not decay. Plus, there’s nothing bad about being a ghost cultivator. After all, I can now separate my soul from my body.”

Feng Jingyu’s eyes suddenly turned red, and he didn’t even have the energy to stay angry at Ling Chigu anymore. He said in a daze, “How can you not live? Your souls and spirits have clearly been gathered again, and I’ve tried all the methods that can possibly bring you back…”

Ling Chigu saw that he was sad, so he softened his voice, “It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself, baby. Your husband’s heart hurts.”

…Feng Jingyu was still in the mood of grief, but he smiled angrily at Ling Chigu’s words. He hit Ling Chigu on the shoulder with his fist. “Get lost! Don’t pretend to be obedient even after taking advantage of me. Whose husband are you?”

Ling Chigu held his fist, and then smiled. “We’ve been in bed already, but now my darling doesn’t admit it? You were the one who clearly wanted me to be your husband back then, but now that I’ve died, you won’t admit it anymore? Are you going to find someone else to sleep with you?”

At this point, Ling Chigu pretended to sigh sadly. “I thought you would observe widowhood for me…”

“Fuck off!” Feng Jingyu finally couldn’t stand it anymore. He puffed out his feathers and slapped Ling Chigu’s face.

When Ling Chigu first rushed to Mt. Wutong single-handedly with snow-colored clothes and broke into the Western Palace to ask him for medicine, his high-spirited appearance made Feng Jingyu fall in love at first sight. When he left, he was unable to forget him. He couldn’t wait to press him down as the West Queen and lock him in his lair. That way, no one else would be able to look at him.

At that time, Ling Chigu also had scruples about the noble identity of the Western Phoenix Monarch Feng Jingyu, and maintained this image of a high, cold, and courteous temperament in front of him.

Who would have thought that ever since they rolled the sheets under Feng Jingyu’s scheming, Ling Chigu became very different from before. But even so, the most Ling Chigu ever did was to remove his pretense of politeness and look coldly at him, so his temperament didn’t change to such an unimaginable degree.

Feng Jingyu was very unused to Ling Chigu’s new personality for a moment. He stared suspiciously at Ling Chigu, who was rubbing his face, and asked, “Don’t tell me your soul still isn’t complete, so your brain isn’t working too well? You weren’t like this before.”

“Then what was I like?” Ling Chigu asked.

Feng Jingyu cursed, “You’re shameless!”

Then he said naturally, “Of course. I saved your life, so you’re mine. Although you have become a ghost cultivator now and can’t be counted as a whole person, you can still move around and cultivate. This is a blessing that you’ve gained after eight lifetimes of virtue. You should cherish me.”

Ling Chigu smiled softly.

What he liked was Feng Jingyu’s frankness and self-confidence; he never put on an act and said words he didn’t mean.

Ling Chigu said, “If I can’t do it, I’ll give you this life as compensation.”

“I don’t want your life.” Feng Jingyu said, “I want you to stay away from Yan Huaizhen.”

When Yan Huaizhen was mentioned, Ling Chigu clearly saw that the corners of Feng Jingyu’s lips had dropped a little.

This wasn’t Feng Jingyu’s fault. It was entirely Ling Chigu’s fault that he had been so blind back then, to actually regard Yan Huaizhen as a treasure to be cherished. He was so obsessed with Yan Huaizhen that he even threw away his life for him. Not only did his actions cost him his own life and Feng Jingyu’s cultivation, but he even dragged down the entire Ling family to the underworld. Even though he wouldn’t settle this debt right now, in the future, he will surely settle all this, one debt at a time.

But now, Ling Chigu needed to give a clear explanation about why he angered Feng Jingyu to the point of vomiting blood but then urged him to leave quickly immediately afterwards.

Ling Chigu said, “Yan Huaizhen did indeed keep a trace of my soul consciousness. He placed a forbidden spell on that soul consciousness, which made me obey him. The more I killed for him and stained my hands with blood, the more my compassion would weaken, until eventually, I would become nothing more than a sharp blade for him to wield. But no one knew the fact that Yan Huaizhen’s spell has no effect on the dead.”

Yan Huaizhen thought that he had deeply branded his mark on Ling Chigu’s soul consciousness, and even had someone give Ling Chigu the Synchronized Heart Gu. Thus, Yan Huaizhen believed that even when Ling Chigu returned from the dead with all his memories, he would still be willing to become Yan Huaizhen’s dog and recognize him as his only master.

But in fact, the spell was useless to the dead and had already failed. Only the soul consciousness returned to Ling Chigu’s body, so that the entirety of his soul returned to the body unharmed.

Feng Jingyu felt a little sad when Ling Chigu nonchalantly said that he was dead now. But it’s no use crying over spilt milk. They were already extremely lucky that Ling Chigu could still cultivate his soul as a ghost cultivator.