"Fetus?" Ye Bailu laughed in anger. "To you, he is just a tonic, but to me, he is my child. You ghost cultivators are the most disgusting and sinister cultivators I have ever seen. For the sake of cultivation, you don't even let go of your own flesh and blood! Ruan Fu, I even doubt your purpose of approaching me. Maybe you just wanted to deceive a fetus from the beginning. I don't know how many women you have deceived. I was too stupid to fall for you!"
The black-robed ghost cultivator named Ruan Fu shook his head and said, "Bai Lu, you are my only woman, and I really like you..."
"Stop saying such things to disgust me!" Ye Bailu drew his sword and stabbed.
Qiuyue Sword shone with a gleaming light, stabbing at his vital points with every move. Ruan Fu just dodged, even his hands were behind his back, and he did not make any moves to fight back. He said, "Bai Lu, if you like children, then we can have another one. This time I promise I won't—"
Before he could finish his words, he was hit in the chest by the furious Ye Bailu. The Qiuyue Sword pierced through his body, but not a drop of blood was shed. Ruan Fu was shocked and asked, "Do you really want to kill me?"
Ye Bailu had never expected that the sword he used all his spiritual power to strike would not hurt him at all, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "I wish you would die without a complete body! Avenge my child!"
"How can you be so cruel." Ruan Fu pinched the Qiuyue Sword with two fingers, and pulled the sword out of his body little by little with an expressionless face.
Ye Bailu held the sword with both hands, but he couldn't regain control.
"Ye Bailu, you make me so sad." The black-robed ghost cultivator chewed her name almost gently, and a soul-calling banner appeared out of thin air behind him.
"Not good!" Chu Danfeng broke in through the window.
Ye Bailu saw a swarm of dark spirits rushing towards her with bared fangs and claws, and her evil spirit was corroding her bones, but her natal sword was still in the other party's hand, and she was completely unable to move. She did not expect that after not seeing Ruan Fu for many years, his cultivation had reached such a shocking level. Just when she was in despair, she suddenly heard a familiar clear male voice, and she felt herself being protected in his arms.
Chu Danfeng protected Ye Bailu with his left hand, and opened the folding fan in his right hand. His true energy gathered into a golden light that seemed to be real, which dispersed the soul that was flying towards her.
Ye Bailu was still in shock and asked, "Xiao Wu? Why are you here?"
"It's a long story!" Chu Danfeng said as he mobilized his true energy and flipped his folding fan to repel the remaining souls.
"You are quite capable of hiding from my sentry ghost servant. Who are you?" Ruan Fu looked at Chu Danfeng unkindly, his eyes fell on his hand holding Ye Bailu. Before Chu Danfeng could answer, Hua Tingxuan and Huang Changtian also jumped in.
"Of course it's her closest relative." While Hua Tingxuan protected Ye Bailu with his body, he calmly peeled off Chu Danfeng's hands and his eyes fell on the purple crystal bottle on Ruan Fu's waist.
"A close relative?" Ruan Fu suddenly floated forward. A thick black fog filled the deserted house. Chu Danfeng felt that everything around him disappeared. Only Ruan Fu could be seen in the thick darkness.
In fact, Ruan Fu was born with delicate features and could be considered a handsome man, but his pupils were dark, his skin was as pale as paper, and at the moment he had no expression on his face, appearing mischievous and sinister, a standard villain image.
"..." Chu Danfeng, "What are you going to do?"
"Oh, are you scared?"
Tsk, this guy's words are as slippery as a poisonous snake, making people feel uncomfortable all over. Ghost cultivators are really disgusting freaks!
"I heard that you are her closest relative. I want to ask, how close are you?"
Chu Danfeng secretly mobilized his true energy, but found himself as if soaked in thick glue and unable to move at all. The next moment, he felt Ruan Fu pinching his face.
"Don't struggle. In order to master the soul-controlling technique, I even sucked my own daughter's essence dry, and even angered Bai Lu." He slid his fingers down and slowly pinched Chu Danfeng's chin. "You are so handsome. If I scratch your pretty face, will she still like you? Tsk, you are still a cauldron body. So she fell in love with your lustful body?"
"You are shameless!" Chu Danfeng said angrily, "You can scold me, but if you dare to slander my senior sister, I will beat you to death!"
At the same time, Hua Tingxuan sat cross-legged on the damp floor tiles in the deserted house, holding the unconscious Chu Danfeng in his arms. Ye Bailu's knuckles turned white as he held the sword, and his eyes were red: "It's all my fault that Xiaowu got involved."
She had diagnosed Chu Danfeng's symptoms as 'soul separation', which was caused by Ruan Fu's soul-controlling technique.
Huang Changtian kept comforting her: "Don't worry, Senior Brother is on the way and will be here soon. There will always be a way."
Ye Bailu shook his head: "I heard that the soul control technique is unsolvable, and it hurts the enemy by 1,000 and hurts oneself by 800. He is a madman. He would rather hurt his own soul than harm Xiao Wu... Besides, time waits for no one. Xiao Wu's life or death is uncertain. The longer we wait, the more danger we will face. This child has never liked to cause trouble since he was a child. Except for the change in his temperament due to the shattering of his golden core... He finally recovered his original nature in the past two years. Now he is risking his life for me. He knows that he is no match for the ghost cultivator, but he still does it for me..."
Ye Bailu was crying as she spoke, and Huang Changtian was also extremely anxious. Only Hua Tingxuan remained silent and secretly communicated with Gui Yue Lao.
Ghost Yue Lao: "Your Majesty, Ruan Fu's soul-controlling skills have reached perfection. I am not sure..."
Hua Tingxuan interrupted him: "What if I help you with my spirit?"
Gui Yue Laodao: "You can give it a try!"
The next moment, the thick fog in front of Chu Danfeng's eyes suddenly dissipated. This feeling was a bit familiar, like he was dreaming, or rather, falling asleep.
What he entered was still the dream of Ye Bailu and Ruan Fu.
Chu Danfeng's perspective initially follows Ruan Fu, who is a fledgling ghost cultivator, a nobody in Guihu Villa. He comes to the human world to gain experience, and by chance, he meets Ye Bailu, who is still a young girl.
Young Ye Bailu was not as aggressive and hot-tempered as she became later on. She was still a girl who blushed easily. She rarely unsheathed the sword in her hand, but instead loved to save lives and heal the wounded.
"In fact, I originally wanted to become a disciple of my twelfth uncle Xiao Cangwu, but I did a stupid thing. I accidentally removed the precious Bodhi flowers in his spiritual herb garden as weeds. Later I found out that those flowers only bloom once every twenty years. Uncle Xiao was so distressed that he almost fainted. He swallowed a handful of Qingxin Pills before he could resist killing me, hahahaha."
Ye Bailu seemed to have an endless stream of words, and Ruan Fuze was always silent, but his eyes never left her. His overly pale face only broke into a smile when he saw her.
This is probably Ruan Fu's memory. The pictures are chaotic and scattered, mostly in fragmented sections.
In the Thunder Cloud Secret Realm, two teams of monks fought for spiritual treasures. Ruan Fu blocked the Demon-Subduing Pestle for Ye Bailu. The blunt weapon pierced his flesh and left a bloody hole after it was pulled out. It was the first time that Ye Bailu drew his sword and killed someone.
Ye Bailu, who was covered in blood, trembled as he hugged the dying Ruan Fu, trying in vain to transfer spiritual power to him. Ruan Fu just smiled and said, "Don't be afraid. If you practice ghost cultivation, you will have to give up your physical body sooner or later. Bailu, don't cry."
Under the quiet starry sky, the two held hands. Ye Bailu quietly touched her belly and smiled sweetly: "Afu, can we be together forever?"
"Of course," Ruan Fuye smiled, "I will do whatever it takes to stay with you for a long time."
Inside the thatched cottage, the bloody smell of childbirth had not yet dissipated. Ye Bailu weakly struggled to get up, shouting in disbelief: "That's your child! How could you have the heart to do that to him!"
Ruan Fu said innocently: "In order to stay with you for a long time, I will do whatever it takes. I am a ghost cultivator, and every day I live is against the will of heaven. She is my blood, and her soul is a great tonic for me..."
The style of the following clips is quite different, because it is no longer Ruan Fu’s memory, but Chu Danfeng’s childhood memory.
When five-year-old Chu Tuanzi was first given to Ye Bailu by her master, she was depressed. Fortunately, little Chu was very well-behaved. She didn't cry or make a fuss, and rarely wet the bed.
There is nothing wrong with me except being a little greedy.
Later, Ye Bailu gradually accepted him and stopped complaining about herself or crying for no reason. Instead, she focused her life on Chu Tuanzi.
Chu Tuanzi was spanked by Ye Bailu because he was greedy and spilled sesame seeds all over the bed.
Chu Tuanzi secretly picked flowers to cheer up her senior sister, and was rewarded with a face pinch from Ye Bailu, along with a bowl of maltose;
Chu Tuanzi was ruthlessly forced by his senior sister to wear women's clothes. He was so angry that his cheeks swelled up like balls. The senior sister compensated him with a piece of osmanthus cake before he reluctantly forgave her.
Chu Danfeng looked at these memory fragments and felt so embarrassed that he just wanted to poke his own eyes out. However, another audience member was fascinated.
Ruan Fu didn't understand what went wrong with his soul-controlling technique. It played the memories of two people like a slide show, but he was still fascinated.
That was Ye Bailu whom he missed.
There was thunder outside the window. Chu Tuanzi wrapped himself in a small quilt and dared not fall asleep. Ye Bailu sat beside the bed and told him a story in a soft voice. He suddenly stopped while talking, looked at the thunderclouds in the sky, and said without any context: "It was also a rainy night. He blocked a fatal injury for me and saved me with his life."
Chu Tuanzi raised her chubby little face and asked, "Second Senior Sister, why did you make so many skirts? I'm a boy, did you make a mistake?"
Ye Bailu rubbed his little head, and after a while, she said quietly: "That's not your skirt, it's made for... a little girl. If she were still alive, she should be about the same age as you. Xiaowu is so pretty, just like a little girl, why don't you try it on for me?"
Chu Tuanzi is very easy to talk to. His macho image can be solved with just a piece of candy, and he always makes Ye Bailu get what she wants.
He didn't know how many memory fragments he had watched. The surrounding barrier shook, the black fog reappeared, and then dissipated in wisps. Only then did Chu Danfeng see the face of the ghost cultivator Ruan Fu again.
Both of them could feel that the illusion of this "soul-controlling technique" was crumbling, but Ruan Fu did not press him any further and let the illusion slowly disappear.
He was not as ferocious as before. He sighed and said, "I misunderstood you. I didn't expect such a small thing would have such a big impact on her. Back then... thanks to you, she got over it. Since you called her Senior Sister, I am your brother-in-law. I am the owner of Guixu Villa now. If you encounter any trouble in the future, you can mention my name..."
"Shut up!" Chu Danfeng could no longer bear it. "I saw everything clearly just now. You have a certain degree of respect for yourself, right? How dare you call yourself 'brother-in-law'? Don't disgust my Second Senior Sister! Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs... Which eye of yours saw her come out? Or do you ghost cultivators have to castrate your brains before you can practice this skill? According to my Senior Sister's temper, I will peel off your skin..."
But before the illusion disappeared, Ruan Fu's voice even had some joyful smile, "She won't, she couldn't bear to kill me at the beginning, and she won't in the future. From your memory, I saw her weakness and helplessness. What's a baby? It died at birth, and we never got along at all. How can it compare to the friendship between us? She remembers that I risked my life to save her, and she still cares about me..."
Chu Danfeng was stunned by his self-confidence that was beyond ordinary people's imagination, and the illusion was broken.
Waking up in Hua Tingxuan's arms, Chu Danfeng first saw surprise suddenly blooming in Ye Bailu's tear-stained eyes, but before she could come over to take his pulse, she was stunned again.
Ruan Fu walked over slowly, took off his black robe, revealing a pale and handsome face. He tried hard to recall his expression when they were together. Maybe he hadn't smiled for too long, and the corners of his lips looked a little unnatural when he smiled. However, he stunned Ye Bailu. Ye Bailu's eyes were still red and swollen. It is difficult for a monk to be disturbed by the years. Her appearance has not changed much over the years. She looks pitiful, just like the little girl who cried for him that year.
This made Ruan Fu more confident, and his smile became more natural. He thought: She must have also recalled the good times they had in the past.
But Ye Bailu drew out the Qiuyue Sword again, with a murderous intent, "You bastard, you still have the nerve to laugh! I just used the Soul Control Technique, you don't have the spiritual power to control my sword this time!"