Mythology

Chapter 332 The forthright eldest sister, the yandere second sister

With Yang He's refining, Kong Xuan's body and bones have begun to take shape.

It gradually transformed into an ovo-fetal form.

Five-colored light flickered slightly, and the translucent egg was filled with amber amniotic fluid, in which a chick could be vaguely seen bobbing up and down.

The fledglings are not yet recognizable. They resemble a phoenix, and also have some features of a peacock or a roc, but it is impossible to tell them apart.

Only when the five-colored demons are integrated can it be fully formed.

Yang He nodded inwardly. The Hundred Ghosts Primordial Scripture would be of immense benefit even after becoming an immortal, but accommodating the Five-Colored Ghost Queen's cultivation method was another problem.

The Hundred Ghosts' Chaotic Origin Scripture contains seventy-three types of methods, with the method of surrender being relatively rare.

Based on Yang He's current understanding, the mounts of the two sects' true disciples are not of the same life, but rather are artificially crafted into something resembling a mythical creature.

Similar to Huang Tianhua's jade unicorn and Yang Ren's cloud and mist beast.

In Yang He's memory, perhaps only Mo Lishou's lineage was suitable for the Five-Colored Ghosts, but the Four Generals of the Mo Clan were simply not good enough in the context of the Investiture of the Gods.

"Let's talk about it later. Maybe there's a lineage of Daoist teachings in Nuwa Palace."

He was following the path to immortality for the Immaculate Ghost Buddha, and no matter what, he would have to make a trip to the Nuwa Palace afterward.

"Let's not think too much about it for now. This place is probably a mustard seed space set up by the Three Immortal Maidens. It's unrealistic to think about escaping. Let's wait for the refining to be completed and then return to the main world."

Yang He looked around and murmured with a hint of regret, "It's just that the Yin energy is weak; otherwise, staying here to cultivate for a while wouldn't be a bad idea."

"Forget it, the dense yin energy makes it unsuitable as a place for seclusion, unless we can obtain the essence of the sun and moon, but that's simply unrealistic."

He suppressed his distracting thoughts and continued to concentrate fully on inscribing the spirit runes.

Blood beads seeping from fingertips meandered and traced intricate patterns as the fledgling inside the egg frantically absorbed the blood.

At this moment.

A faint, almost imperceptible scraping sound could be heard.

Yang He had already reached a crucial point and was completely unaware of anything amiss when the jar of Daughter's Red wine in front of him began to sway.

It felt like something was gently scratching the inner wall of the Daughter Red wine.

Dark red liquid began to seep out from the "囍" character on the surface of the wine jar, dripping down the body of the jar.

Yang He was completely unaware, his attention was entirely occupied by the five-colored divine light, the blood in his hand turned into threads, and the embryo revealed life.

As the final spirit rune was completed, the five-colored light of the bones and flesh surged.

"It's already mostly refined; now we just need to nurture its life force."

Yang He's face lit up with joy, but then he felt a slight chill behind his ear. Immediately afterward, a drop of viscous liquid landed on his shoulder with a sizzling sound.

The spiritual vision exhibited unusual fluctuations, but the increase was not exaggerated.

He happened to be in the corner, looking up at the top of the courtyard wall, but he didn't notice the source of the liquid. Soon after, the liquid on his shoulder disappeared.

"Woo~~"

An inexplicable sobbing could be heard.

Yang He felt a chill run down his spine. The whimper seemed to come from a tongueless mouth, extremely indistinct, but it was still possible to make out that the voice seemed to be calling him... "My Lord?"
"who?!!"

His first thought was that Lady Yunxiao had come to collect a debt, and his head opened in all directions as if he were a ghost, but the courtyard was empty.

But when Yang He turned his gaze back, he caught a glimpse of the wine jar on the table out of the corner of his eye.

The Daughter Red wine was tilted inexplicably in the blind spot of the field of vision.

Yang He's muscles tensed up as he realized that since obtaining Kong Xuan's child, he had inexplicably neglected the other jar of Daughter's Red wine.

"Does marrying a female ghost always involve so much fright?!"

Like the meat served after parting from one's mother, Daughter's Red Wine is also an essential part of marriage.

Typically, when a daughter is born, the father will bury a jar of fine wine in the courtyard, which will be dug up and distributed to guests only after the wedding.

Suddenly, a corner of the red paper with the character for "double happiness" on the mouth of the Daughter's Red Wine Jar was lifted.

Five pale fingers slid out from the middle, clearly from the arm of a young woman.

Yang He quickly retreated several meters, but the Daughter Red wine fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The arm that had been inside the wine jar disappeared without warning.

He looked around and noticed black hair hanging down from the hall window, strands of hair wrapped around arms, and dark blue fingernails dripping rouge.

A golden bell was sewn onto the severed wrist, and the clapper was clearly made from half a human finger bone.

Hehehe.

A strange, soft laugh echoed out.

Yang He's face was grim. He couldn't even feel his arm, even though there were two or three hundred eyes staring at him from all directions.

"Woo~~"

The arm let out another whimper before falling into the hall.

Yang He hurriedly looked into the room and saw that the coffin lid where the wedding dress was placed was wide open, and the right sleeve of the wedding dress was inexplicably missing.

"Is it Lady Yunxiao who's behind this?"

He remained calm and focused on finishing up the ovogestion.

If all else fails, just die early and return to the main world.

"Woo~~"

Yang He felt a chill run down his spine, and a sudden, icy sensation appeared on his neck.

Her arms were already adorned with a wedding dress. She somehow managed to get behind Yang He, and with her index finger she gently brushed across his cheek. The rouge under her fingernail left three bloody streaks on his skin, and a stench of decay mixed with the pungent scent of cosmetics wafted over.

"Dry!!"

Yang He could no longer resist the affectionate caresses, and his hundred pupils spread across the courtyard.

Even if he were facing the Three Immortal Maidens of Sanxiao, he could no longer remain indifferent, since he had already obtained Kong Xuan's child.

puff.

Yang He's ribs twitched, and four ghostly hands burst out of his body, but before they could get close, the woman's arms disappeared.

"Hahahaha……"

"Laugh at your mother."

With a thought, the surrounding floating pupils widened.

The temperature in the courtyard surged, and the miniature world of corpses enveloped a ten-meter radius. "Whoosh~~"

Yang He heard a sob behind him, but did not turn around. The six arms extended into the eye demon on the forehead in unison, and then quickly emerged from the eye in the southwest corner.

"Got you!"

The six arms touched the woman's arm, and her black hair continued to grow.

Yang He snorted coldly, and with all six arms exerting force at the same time, the woman's arm bones could not bear the weight and twisted as if she were wringing her clothes.

boom.

The woman's right arm turned into yin energy, and her black hair vanished into thin air.

Yang He frowned, the woman's clear laughter ringing in his ears. Instead of being resentful, she raised her voice.

"This is strange. Is she really Lady Yunxiao?"

Yang He dared not delay and seized the time to nurture the embryo, directly taking it into his Niwan Palace, where the Yin energy carried the Yang energy to cleanse it.

The chicks became more active, but still lacked vitality.

"He probably won't be coming back anytime soon. Damn it, I can't play the role of the Three Corpse Taoist anymore. I might as well try a regular role."

Yang He closed his eyes to rest, and before he knew how much time had passed, joyful music suddenly rang out in the hall.

The suona horn was sharp, the gong was dull, and there was a sound like the striking of a wooden fish.

"Again?"

Yang He cursed under his breath. Through the open wooden door, he saw four musicians dressed in pale mourning clothes, standing stiffly in front of the coffin.

They were covered in heavy mortal makeup, their cheeks were as red as blood, and their lips were dark purple.

Yang He felt that the four people were inexplicably familiar, but he didn't have time to investigate further. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the wedding dress inside the coffin was missing half a shoulder.

He sensed something was wrong as the cold touch pressed against his neck again.

"My love~~"

The murmured calls were no longer sobs; though indistinct, Yang He could clearly hear the words "my lord" being uttered.

Yang He immediately activated the Corpse Wheel Small World, transforming into a three-headed, six-armed form.

This time, it wasn't just a severed arm that touched his face.

Instead, it was a woman's mutilated body with most of her shoulder still attached, and even her shattered internal organs were exposed. However, all her intact skin was as white as mutton fat jade.

"My lord, you've kept Qiongxiao waiting for so, so long~"

Yang He's expression turned ashen. The good news was that it wasn't Lady Yunxiao, but the bad news was that Lady Qiongxiao was also someone he couldn't afford to offend.

Among the Three Immortal Maidens, Qiongxiao ranks second.

"My lord, you can't leave me behind again this time..."

A fierce glint flashed in Yang He's eyes, and his body suddenly swelled up, his flesh and bones making a teeth-grinding sound, transforming into a four-meter-tall giant in the blink of an eye.

It had three heads and six arms, with veins bulging, and its entire body was shrouded in a dark, malevolent aura.

For Yang He, the Law of Heaven and Earth has become a regular technique, but it consumes more Yin energy, so at his current level, a size of about four meters is the optimal size.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry to offend you!"

He unleashed his six arms, and the Corpse Wheel Small World enveloped the entire courtyard.

The ground was seeping out asphalt-like blood, and a large number of pale limbs were growing in the blood, making the courtyard almost without any blind spots.

Qiongxiao's broken body emitted a silvery laugh as her five fingers traced across Yang He's chest.

A winding trail of blood was left on the skin.

Yang He crossed his arms, bent down, and delivered a heavy punch to Qiongxiao's mangled body. The scorching yang fire swept out, giving the latter no chance to react.

dong dong dong.

After continuous hammering, Qiongxiao's remaining body was destroyed.

Yang He gasped for breath, carefully considering the pattern of Qiongxiao Niangniang's appearances. Logically speaking, since she had already become an evil spirit, it was impossible for her to appear without any warning.

A cough came from inside the room, and the four musicians woke up.

They removed their dead-man makeup, revealing themselves to be Yang Jian and his three companions, who were looking around the hall with suspicion and uncertainty at the four-meter-tall giant outside the window.

"Junior brother!!"

"Is it... the Corpse Daoist?"

Nezha reacted faster than Yang Ren, and didn't even need the Heavenly Eye to identify the aura, relying entirely on the faint connection between him and Yang He.

"Wait, he... is a bit strange, don't rush to acknowledge him."

Yang Jian stopped Nezha and looked Yang He over with a serious expression.

It had been a long time since we last met. The Corpse Daoist had reached the Returning to the Void Realm, and his small world was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Even Yang Jian could not see through its illusion.

What surprised Yang Jian the most was the bright red dress Yang He was wearing.

Even though Yang He's body had grown significantly, the dress still clung tightly to his skin and was very similar in style to the wedding gown of Lady Yunxiao.

"hiss."

Shouldn't the groom of the marriage be Zhao Gongming?

Why did it change to the Corpse Taoist?
Yang Jian recalled his experience with the Ten Deadly Formations. Yang He's Corpse-Dissolving Immortal Body had, on its own, affected the formation set up by the Ten Heavenly Lords of the Loose Immortals.

It is very likely that the Jie Sect believed that the Corpse Dissolution Immortal Body was more effective than Zhao Gongming's.

The courtyard returned to tranquility, and the four-meter-tall figure quietly disappeared.

"Be careful!!"

Yang Jian took out his three-pointed double-edged sword, and Xiaotian Dog lay prostrate at his feet.

Huang Tianhua and Yang Ren were also on high alert.

Nezha, however, put away his Fire-Tipped Spear and greeted the gate with a smile.

"Brother Daoist, you mustn't be rash. The Corpse Daoist's condition..."

Nezha pushed open the door and put his arm around Yang He's shoulder. "Junior brother, it's been a long time. You've already set foot in Guixu before me."

"Brother Nezha, Yang He greets all the senior brothers."

(End of this chapter)