Outside a bamboo hut about three hundred li from Duan Hun Village,
After hearing Ying Naiyan’s story, Ye Yu couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
It turned out courage really was an intermittent thing.
Half a month ago, Ying Naiyan was composed beyond measure, brave beyond all, calmly confessing her feelings.
But after returning to Duan Hun Village then,
That courage completely vanished.
Ying Naiyan began to become anxious and uncertain,
Afraid that Ye Yu would reject her.
So she stayed inside the Ghost Sect, afraid to go to Ku Han City.
Especially in recent days, Ying Naiyan almost developed an obsession, nervously plucking the petals of the Yellow Spring flower in her hand.
To go, or not to go, to go or not to go.
She struggled for days without coming to a decision.
When she first received the Yellow Spring flower, it was the 3,768th bloom.
At this moment, her Blessed Land grotto was already piled high with petals—truly a beautiful sight.
Yet she never had the courage to step outside the Ghost Sect.
All because she feared that if she met Ye Yu again, she would be rejected.
So she waited—until now.
One sentence perfectly described Ying Naiyan’s state of mind:
“Pretend to close your eyes, and you won’t see the sunlight.”
A classic case of self-deception.
Ye Yu found this very amusing.
He said immediately, “You should be braver. I never said I would reject you.”
Upon hearing this,
Ying Naiyan’s eyes instantly brightened.
Her voice trembled, “You really won’t reject me?”
Ying Naiyan was a quiet but tenacious woman.
Over thirty years of companionship, rain or shine.
She forcibly buried her feelings deep in her heart without speaking them.
If Ye Yu hadn’t asked, Ying Naiyan never thought about how long this would last.
Three hundred years? Three thousand? Thirty thousand?
She enjoyed the time with Ye Yu, even just being together made her happy.
But when the possibility of breaking that companionship appeared,
Ying Naiyan became like an ostrich, shrinking under her wings, afraid to come out, unwilling to face reality.
But now, hearing Ye Yu say this,
She instantly lost composure.
Ye Yu nodded and smiled softly, “I never intended to reject you. If you hadn’t left so suddenly last time, we would already have become Dao partners.”
“Ah? Then I wasted all this time worrying?”
Ying Naiyan covered her face with both hands, feeling very sad.
Hating herself for not staying longer in Ku Han City.
If she had stayed a bit longer, maybe she and Ye Yu would have been together for half a month by now, not wasting time anxiously all day.
Thinking this made Ying Naiyan feel like crying but had no tears.
Ye Yu stepped forward, held her delicate hand, and softly said, “It’s alright, it’s only been half a month. There’s still a long way to go.”
Feeling the strength in his hand,
Ying Naiyan was glad and nodded firmly.
Their eyes met, and the distance between them grew shorter.
Before, one was in the sky, one on the ground, dozens of meters apart.
Now finally close, they naturally would not give up.
But some things don’t go smoothly.
Like this seemingly perfect and natural moment—
“Scumbag!”
A deep male baritone sounded from the horizon.
Ye Yu and Ying Naiyan looked up to see Xia Yuping arriving with a host of ghosts, imposing and grand.
His black battle armor and the Soul Gathering and Spirit Suppressing Tower in his hand really stood out.
Ye Yu instantly had a headache.
Honestly, people who disrupt the rhythm like this are really annoying.
Ying Naiyan also showed displeasure.
She shouted loudly, “Senior brother, what nonsense are you talking about? Ye Yu is not a scumbag!”
Xia Yuping said gruffly, “Junior sister, don’t be stubborn. Quickly come behind senior brother. I’ll stand up for you!”
It was over. No chance to explain.
The carefully built atmosphere completely dissipated.
Angry, Ying Naiyan stomped her foot in frustration.
She telepathically sent a message, “How about you knock him out again?”
In an instant, Ye Yu’s expression became extremely complicated.
What a fake senior brother and sister.
At eighty-nine years old, Ye Yu had reached early Heavenly Ghost Realm.
His cultivation speed was still unsatisfactory,
But he was gradually accepting everything and no longer as impatient as before.
He had to admit a good lover was really important.
Ying Naiyan’s calm nature also soothed Ye Yu’s mind.
Their life of planting flowers, appreciating the moon, and harmonious music was actually very pleasant.
Ye Yu had come to understand.
Some things can’t be rushed. Once the opportunity arrives and is seized, you can soar.
Now all that was left was to wait quietly.
It was also this year that the ghostly aura in the Underworld began to revive.
Ghost Lords had started to awaken.
Ye Yu could clearly feel that within a hundred thousand li radius, several powerful auras were stirring.
It seemed the Underworld had more Ghost Lords than the Heavenly Realm had Immortal Lords.
This was truly unexpected!
(Underworld: Ghost Immortals, Profound Ghosts, Earth Ghosts, Heavenly Ghosts, Nether Ghosts, Ghost Lords, Ghost Kings, Ghost Emperors!)
Yet even more unexpected to Ye Yu,
On the third day of the ghostly revival,
His contact with Jiao Hekang and several deputy city lords ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ of Ding Ling City was completely severed.
Ye Yu closed his eyes, sensing the last images before the disconnection.
After seeing them, his expression turned strange.
So he has returned?
Meanwhile, inside the Ding Ling City lord’s mansion,
Xiao Jibo sat on the main seat.
On the ground beside him, the soul forms of Jiao Hekang and several deputy city lords slowly dissipated.
He rested his chin on one hand, annoyed, saying,
“I’m really pissed off.”
“These people have been afflicted by Divine Mind Control.”
“That shouldn’t be possible. That secret ghost technique is in my hands, no outsiders have seen it.”
“How could it have been leaked?”
Xiao Jibo was utterly baffled by this question.
Then he turned to look at the fading Jiao Hekang.
“I, the city lord, just broke out of seclusion decades early and by coincidence reached the Ghost Lord realm. I was just about to take you flying and show off.”
“But you’re useless, you got controlled.”
“Don’t know if you found Xiaolang.”
“Damn it!”
Xiao Jibo rubbed his cold face, then glanced at the Blood Moon outside.
Four words filled his heart: I want to read!
(This part’s pace is a bit slow, next chapters will speed up.)
