My Wife is A Sword God

Qin Feng’s expression was complicated. It was as if he thought he was a poor second generation, watching others rely on their fathers to succeed while he could only struggle in silence.

And just when you’re starting to feel a little better, your old man suddenly comes to you and tells you that you’re actually a rich second generation, and the past twenty years have been just to temper you.

How fucked up is that?

But Qin Feng was also confused. If Father really is the Northern Ghost Head, the epitome of a divine martial artist.

Why didn’t he teach him and his younger brother earlier?

Wouldn’t he and his younger brother have been able to ascend by now?

Apart from not understanding, what made Qin Feng even more restless was Fu Ruoyun’s silent departure, which ignited his gossiping heart.

It’s a strange experience to gossip about one’s father, especially when the other party is the commander of the Great Qian, with astonishing strength, high status, and exceptional looks.

Think about it, if he and Lord Wine God lived in the same era, it would be impossible not to be moved.

If father really is the Northern Ghost Head, did he make a mistake earlier? Qin Feng’s expression changed, then he shook his head, temporarily putting these thoughts aside.

Father’s true identity can be investigated after returning to the Imperial City.

After all, the most urgent task now is to solve the disaster in the Western Regions.

He didn’t want the scenes he saw in the Heavenly Reflecting Stone to happen in reality, which would be a disaster for humanity and the people of the Western Regions.

Who knows what kind of existence will appear in the Netherworld?

Two days passed quickly, and all forces were racing against time.

After Fu Ruoyun, Commander of the Western Regions, found the nearest Heavenly City, she secretly sent the news of Gong Du’s betrayal to her most trusted people.

And the unowned Dragon Vein lands reclaimed by the Demon Slaying Department were also guarded by the Thirty-Six Stars and a group of Red Lotus Demon Slayers to prevent the invasion of demons and ghosts from the Western Regions.

After Bai Wudi returned to Fengling Mountain with Mo Sanyi, she once again gathered her loyal demon kings under her command.

They then led them to clear out the defected monsters, quickly reclaiming some of the Dragon Vein territories.

With the help of the Demon Slaying Department, news of Bai Wudi’s survival spread quickly throughout the Western Regions.

Her reputation in the Western Regions was glorious, and her strength was comparable to that of a Western Regions Commander.

The demons and ghosts who had not been invaded by the Black Qi, aware of their inferiority, gave up the idea of continuing to fight for the Dragon Vein territories.

With Bai Wudi’s presence and the absolute suppression of power, most Demons and Ghosts became cautious.

Unnecessary killing decreased, and the number of souls that could return to Earth naturally decreased significantly.

On the other side, a middle-aged man in a pitch-black cloak sighed as he looked at the scorched earth around him, burned by black flames.

He was one of the three great divine generals of the Western Regions, known to the world as An Mingzhi, the Ghost Shadow.

Hundreds of miles of land were devastated, littered with debris, all because of the mighty Flame Demons.

The enemy was formidable; even An Mingzhi had to spend half a day before he could finally kill it.

With such a powerful enemy appearing, the Divine Generals in charge of this area should have been the first to go and destroy it.

However, Gong Du, who was in charge of this area, never showed up. Instead, he waited for An Mingzhi to arrive to resolve the situation.

An Mingzhi remembered the message he received from the Western Region Commander two days ago and frowned.

Gong Du’s treachery seemed to be a foregone conclusion. There was both anger and sadness in his eyes.

As divine generals, they had once shared a drink and talked about life together.

Perhaps the next time they meet, their swords will be drawn against each other.

An Mingzhi approached the broken body of the flame demon, but the black flames on his opponent’s body were still not extinguished.

His right hand, enveloped in Yin Qi, pressed down on the corpse. The dark shadows of the earth began to surge.

Like a giant wave, it swallowed up all the black flames within a hundred miles.

After all this, An Mingzhi sensed something. He turned around and saw the figure of Gong Du.

“I’m sorry, the Flame Demon appeared in the area I’m responsible for, and I should have been the one to exterminate it.” 

“But there are also powerful demons and ghosts causing trouble in other places, and I’ve been too busy to divide my attention,” Gong Du said apologetically.

An Mingzhi remained silent, and after a while replied coldly, “You should know that I practice the Hundred Ghost Dao Lineage.”

Gong Du frowned slightly, “Of course I know. What do you mean by that?”

“Warriors are not good at soul cultivation, but the Hundred Ghosts and the Literature Saint Dao Lineage are experts in this regard. Do you think a mere clone of Vigor Qi can fool my perception?”

As the words fell, a sharp claw suddenly burst out of the darkness of the earth, piercing Gong Du’s body.

Gong Du looked down, expressionless, “I was exposed a little earlier than expected, so be it.”

Watching the opponent’s body slowly disintegrate, An Mingzhi left these words behind: “The next time we meet, I will take your life.”

“Then I will wait and see.”

In Qiongyu City, the ground suddenly shook.

Some people were still curious about what had happened, but most of them remained calm, busy with their own affairs.

Even if someone fell due to the earthquake, it seemed as if nothing had happened as they got up and continued walking.

Such a scene was truly eerie.

In the darkness, Gong Du slowly stepped out, “It seems that the Western Region Commander has known about my betrayal much earlier than expected. What’s going on? Why did that guy suddenly get angry?”

He was referring to Mao Yin, of course.

The Ghost Buddha who was still maintaining the Soul Attracting Formation said in a deep voice, “In the past few days, the number of residual souls collected by the Soul Attracting Formation has decreased significantly. Originally, Mao Yin could have awakened within three days, but now it will take some more time.”

“Bai Wudi has returned, my identity has been revealed, the killing by demons and ghosts has decreased, and the number of residual souls has been greatly reduced.” 

“It seems that someone has discovered our plan and is taking countermeasures.” 

“In addition, the Dragon Vein area has been completely retaken by Bai Wudi and the Demon Slaying Department.” 

“Fortunately, that guy called Shen has secretly set up the Dragon Spirit Refining Formation, just waiting for the day when Mao Yin awakens,” Gong Du said.

The three heads of the Ghost Buddha showed anger and gritted their teeth: “Unfortunately, I have to maintain the Soul Attracting Formation. Otherwise, I would definitely find out who ruined the plan and then capture and torture them!”

“No need for idle talk. Luckily, we still have a backup plan. It’s time for Qian Gui to take action.”

In the desolate mountains, the corpses of demons and ghosts emitted a foul stench and nauseating smell of blood, creating an atmosphere of deathly silence.

The countless avatars of Qian Gui manifested everywhere, gazing at the corpse-strewn ground. A glimmer of determination flashed in the pupils beneath their ghostly visages.

Pressing both palms to the ground, it seemed as if the flesh and blood of Qian Gui were coming to life and merging with the earth.

And a terrifying scene also appeared. Those demons and ghosts who had already died, unexpectedly dragged their broken bodies and began to rise!

“Go and devour flesh and blood. Go wherever there are more people.”

Countless mouths of Qian Gui echoed the same words.

The mountain of corpses passed through, leaving nothing behind.