Yu Xiaogang was dead.
As a human, Ye Feng could understand Liu Erlong's feelings. As a man, Ye Feng had to admit—Yu Xiaogang was no man at all.
Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong had been in love, yet on their wedding day, he abandoned her, shackled by worldly prejudices. Because of that, Liu Erlong remained a widow for years, wasting away the prime of her youth. Yu Xiaogang had ruined her best years.
Ye Feng could understand why Liu Erlong hated Yu Xiaogang. What he couldn't understand was how deep that hatred ran.
And now, standing before Yu Xiaogang's corpse, Liu Erlong was about to do something outrageous.
Huh.
Ye Feng was stunned. He had to admit, Liu Erlong's idea was bold—insane even.
"Don't you think it's exciting?" Liu Erlong asked.
"It's… exciting, but—"
"That's right! It's supposed to be exciting."
"Erlong?" Ye Feng looked at her in disbelief, then glanced at Yu Xiaogang's corpse. If he and Liu Erlong really went through with this, right next to Yu Xiaogang's coffin, would they even be able to close the damn thing afterward?
"I heard from my sister that the older a woman gets, the lower her chances of conceiving. But if it's done under… stimulating conditions, the chances of pregnancy increase significantly," Liu Erlong said seriously, revealing her inner thoughts.
She looked at Yu Xiaogang again. She wouldn't deny it—her request wasn't just about wanting a child. She also wanted to disgust Yu Xiaogang, even in death. And at the same time, the thrill of it all excited her.
Liu Erlong had always dreamed of having a child. But for her, it was almost impossible.
"This…" Ye Feng hesitated, glancing at the corpse in the coffin again.
"Ye Feng." Liu Erlong understood his concerns and continued to persuade him. "Ye Feng, I'm not young anymore. My girlfriends told me that as a woman ages, the chances of pregnancy drop while the risks skyrocket. The likelihood of the child having a low IQ increases too. Please, help me."
Her voice was earnest. Having a child was truly difficult for her.
"But this is…" Ye Feng was still resisting the idea. Trying to shake Liu Erlong out of this madness, he reasoned, "Erlong, we're in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. If people find out we did something so disrespectful to Yu Xiaogang, you won't be the only one punished—your father, Uncle Yu Luomian, might also suffer under the clans's rules."
"No." Liu Erlong glanced at Yu Xiaogang's corpse and analyzed the situation calmly. "Yu Xiaogang's spirit was weak due to its mutation. The clan expelled him long ago to avoid trouble with Spirit Hall, considering him a waste. Hardly anyone in the clan cares about him. And with how highly the clan elders value us, even if the gate disciple outside somehow finds out, he wouldn't dare report this to Yu Yuanzhen. Unless he's an idiot."
Ye Feng was speechless. He wanted to find a way to dissuade her, but he had no words left.
Liu Erlong was right. Even if they did something this crazy here, what could anyone do about it?
Seeing Ye Feng still hesitant, Liu Erlong gritted her teeth and took a step closer. "Ye Feng, haven't you always wanted that?"
"Want what?"
"You know… what you ask for every time."
"What?"
"This." Liu Erlong reached out, brushing her fingers against Ye Feng's lips.
"You mean…" Ye Feng's eyes widened as he stared at her small mouth.
"Yeah."
"Don't you think it's dirty?"
"I just want a child."
"...Fine."
Ye Feng compromised. He couldn't resist Liu Erlong's sweet temptation. He gave in.
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Somewhere Unknown
Yu Xiaogang's spirit hovered beside his own body, watching the scene unfold. His rage boiled to the heavens.
Oh, hell no! You two bastards! You actually… actually—!
His fury burned like a raging fire, but he was dead. He could do nothing.
(TL: Do you want to know what is Yu Xiaogang seeing.?
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A long time later, Tang San arrived at Yu Xiaogang's coffin.
The moment he stepped into the mourning hall, he wrinkled his nose.
The air carried a strange mix of burnt paper, incense, and… jasmine?
"Teacher, rest assured. I will continue competing. I'll prove to the spirit master world that your Ten Core Theories of Martial Spirits are correct. As for the one who killed you, I will hunt them down and cut off their head to honor your spirit in heaven."
Tang San bowed three times and then knelt, paying the highest respects to his teacher.
As he inserted the three incense sticks into the burner, an eerie sound echoed in the room.
Bang!
"What was that?!"
Tang San tensed up, his nerves on edge. He turned and scanned his surroundings. But he saw nothing unusual.
Just as he thought he was overthinking, the sound came again.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
"It's happening again!"
Tang San knew he wasn't imagining it this time.
His eyes turned purple as he activated Purple Demon Eye, scanning the entire hall.
Nothing.
He was alone.
A sudden gust of icy wind swept into the hall, sending a chill down his spine.
Purple Demon Eye!
Tang San pushed his vision to its limit. He stepped outside, scanning the courtyard.
Again, nothing.
It was just him.
"Something's not right…" Tang San frowned, his instincts screaming at him.
Suddenly, from inside the mourning hall—
BANG!
Tang San turned sharply. When he rushed back inside, he saw it.
The coffin lid…
Had been lifted off!
A fierce wind howled through the hall, carrying an eerie sound—like wailing, like sobbing, like rage-filled howls.
But there was no one else here.
Tang San, confirming no trace of spirit power fluctuations, approached the coffin.
And when he looked inside—
His heart nearly stopped.
"You died… with your eyes open?!"
Yes!
Yu Xiaogang's corpse lay there, his eyes wide open in a frozen, haunting stare.
From his sockets, a strange liquid oozed, thick and viscous—not blood.
A horrifying sight.
Tang San's hair stood on end.
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