Chapter 5 Ghost-faced Buddha with Blue Face and Fangs

In the bridal chamber.

Zhao Qingmei, dressed in a red wedding gown, had a red veil covering her head.

"Creak!"

Tan Yun pushed open the door and walked in.

Zhao Qingmei asked, "Tan Yun, have you investigated everything clearly?"

"Yes, I have. Most of the people who came were neighbors and street folks who usually have good relations with the groom," Tan Yun replied.

"I understand." Zhao Qingmei, her face still hidden under the veil, spoke with a very calm tone.

"Miss, I also found out something. A Pavilion Master from Cao Gang wanted the land deed in the groom's possession. A few days ago, he even threatened and intimidated the groom," Tan Yun said in a low voice. "Today, when the groom came for the wedding, he was delayed; it was caused by this Cao Gang. Fortunately, a constable intervened and resolved it."

To dare cause trouble on the Sect Hierarch's wedding day!?

Today is a special day, a once-in-a-lifetime happy occasion, and the people from the Wang Family dared to make trouble. The implications are obvious. If not for that constable stepping in...

And what does forcing the sale of the land deed mean? It simply means they want you dead!

"Today is a happy day," Zhao Qingmei said indifferently. "Moreover, tomorrow is a sunny day, and the sun will be bright."

Zhao Qingmei liked sunny days because it made killing faster and the blood dried quickly.

"Understood," Tan Yun nodded promptly.

Zhao Qingmei thought of something and said, "From now on, I hope you'll be more mindful of your actions."

"Yes," Tan Yun understood implicitly.

Zhao Qingmei practiced the Heavenly Demon Technique, known as Heavenly Demon Myriad Forms. Even top experts couldn't discern her qi mechanism. Tan Yun, a master from the Human Sect of the Demon Sect, excelled in concealment and tracking. If she concealed her qi mechanism, it would be nearly impossible for anyone to see through it.

......

The moon was bright and the stars sparse, most of the guests gradually dispersed.

"I'm coming in."

An Jing arrived at the bridal chamber door.

"Creak--!"

As the door slowly opened, An Jing walked in.

Zhao Qingmei had her hands tightly clasped together on her lap, her breathing slightly audible.

"I'm going to lift the veil."

An Jing smiled and lifted the veil with a scale.

As the veil fell, Zhao Qingmei's delicate and beautiful face glowed even more radiant under the candlelight, especially her red lips, as if they could completely melt a person.

At this moment, a blush appeared on her fair, jade-like cheeks, and her eyes, filled with autumn water, gazed deeply at An Jing.

"Qingmei."

An Jing took Zhao Qingmei's jade hand, feeling a warmth emanate from it.

An Jing didn't expect he could marry such a beauty.

Zhao Qingmei felt her heart beating rapidly, like a fawn in chaos, losing all her strength and collapsing into An Jing's arms.

"Qingmei, from now on, you might have to endure hardships with me..."

"Husband, like that cup of tea, we might be bitter for a while, but we will definitely not be bitter for a lifetime."

Zhao Qingmei said tenderly, looking at An Jing.

"Yes, we won't be bitter for a lifetime." An Jing gazed at her, vowing in his heart to treat his understanding wife well.

"Dear wife."

"Hmm?"

"It's time for our wedding night..."

Then there was a soft moan, and the candle went out.

.......

The next day.

An Jing slowly opened his eyes, a faint ray of sunlight shining through the window.

The red curtains still exuded warmth.

"Husband, you're awake."

At that moment, the door opened.

Zhao Qingmei had changed out of her red wedding gown, wearing a cyan robe, exuding a different charm and grace. She had an apron around her waist, with some sweat on her forehead.

"I made a medicinal porridge following the recipe on your desk. Try it."

An Jing couldn't help but laugh and feel touched, "This medicinal porridge is to nourish the body. I'm very healthy; I don't need any nourishment."

Saying this, An Jing got out of bed, looked at the fragrant medicinal porridge on the table, and secretly sighed.

With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for?

After drinking the medicinal porridge, An Jing felt a warmth lingering in his body, secretly startled. Could it be that the Human Flower had already formed?

To reach the Grandmaster Realm from First Grade Cultivation, one must gather three flowers: Human Flower, Earth Flower, and Heavenly Flower.

An Jing's cultivation had been stagnant for half a year, and the Human Flower had not formed. Now, it seemed the barrier was easily broken.

Now, he just needed to gather the Earth Flower and Heavenly Flower. Once the three flowers unified, he could reach the Grandmaster Realm in Jianghu.

Unexpectedly, after one night, he had formed one of the three flowers, the Human Flower.

"How does it taste?" Zhao Qingmei asked nervously.

"It's naturally excellent."

An Jing smiled, "Dear wife, I like everything you make."

"That's good. If Husband likes it, I'll make it for him every day from now on." Zhao Qingmei breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes full of joy.

"Dear wife, please check the herb store. We were still missing a few herbs. I will go inquire about them now."

"Okay, go ahead."

Seeing An Jing leave, Tan Yun couldn't help but say, "Miss, how about hiring some servants? Getting up every day before the hour of Chen to make porridge, who can bear that?"

The Sect Hierarch's hands were stained with blood. When had they ever been used to make porridge for someone?

"Just do your own tasks well."

Zhao Qingmei reminisced about something, a smile appearing at the corner of her mouth, "Later, let's go to the market to buy some meat and vegetables. I need to prepare a good lunch and dinner."

"Yes."

Tan Yun sighed helplessly.

.......

Yu State City, Red House.

"Young Master Wang, come, have another drink."

"Young Master Wang, tell us more about the story of Yu Lin Peak. Did a Third Grade expert really appear that day?"

"Were those demons really locked up in Yu State Prison?"

In a quaint private room, Wang Zhiping's face was red, surrounded by beautiful women.

"Let me tell you, I am now at Seventh Grade Cultivation. With my talent and my uncle's guidance, I have great prospects of reaching Fifth Grade, or even Fourth Grade in the future," Wang Zhiping boasted with a laugh.

"Fourth Grade!?"

Exclamations of surprise resounded around him.

In Jianghu, Fourth Grade is already considered a master, and in Cao Gang, it's enough to take the position of deputy leader.

"That will never happen."

At this moment, a sharp, cold voice sounded.

"Who!?"

Wang Zhiping was startled awake.

"Who I am is not important. What matters is who you are."

Outside the door, a fat, bloated old monk with his palms together and a smile on his lips stood. His face was hideous, like a malevolent ghost.

Those who roam Jianghu know that there are four kinds of people to be wary of: women, children, monks, and Daoists.

"Who are you? I have no grudge against you..."

Wang Zhiping took a deep breath, his hand moving toward his waist.

"Squelch!"

"Squelch!"

Before he could finish speaking, the women around him suddenly plunged long knives into his body.

"You... you..."

Wang Zhiping looked at the women who had just been flirting with him in disbelief, before collapsing to the ground.

"Guardian, why bother coming here for such a small Seventh Grade person?"

One of the women wiped the blood off her face and respectfully addressed the old monk.

Wang Zhiping was unclear about the old monk's identity, but she knew it all too well. This was one of the four Guardians of the Human Sect of the Demon Sect, once the abbot of Baima Temple of the Lotus Sect. After betraying Baima Temple, he joined the Demon Sect, becoming infamous in Jianghu.

Thirty years ago, he slaughtered Hidden Sword Villa, killing 327 people, sparing not even infants.

Thirteen years ago, he attacked the Wulan Tribe on Desert North Grassland at night, slaying numerous Third and Fourth Grade experts, even killing a Second Grade expert, earning the notorious title of the Ghost-faced Buddha.

His exploits were countless and widely known.

Within the Demon Sect, it was rare to eradicate entire families. In the past decades, it happened only two or three times, mostly because of vendettas blamed on the Demon Sect.

What had the Wang Family done to warrant the Ghost-faced Buddha's personal intervention?

"Within the rules of the sect, do not ask about what doesn't concern you," the Ghost-faced Buddha said indifferently, "The Wang Family must be eradicated."

"Understood."

The woman shivered with fear, bowing deeply.

Offending the Demon Sect and bringing about the annihilation of one's family was rare, usually only committed by those who had committed inexcusable crimes.

The old monk glanced at the body on the ground, then slowly walked downstairs.

The Red House remained lively, with endless chatter and laughter. No one knew Wang Zhiping had already died in the room.

The Ghost-faced Buddha walked through the Red House, while the people around continued their chatter and laughter.

It was as if no one could see him.

This was precisely the Formless Realm of the Buddhist sect!

At that moment, a cold gaze swept over.

"This..."

The Ghost-faced Buddha felt a chill rise from his spine, reaching the top of his head, a feeling akin to walking on a blade's edge.

He only felt this way when facing the Sect Hierarch or a few old monks from the Buddhist sect.

Following the gaze, he saw a black figure disappear at the entrance of the Red House.

A master!

An unparalleled master!

The Ghost-faced Buddha frowned, his heart reeling.

In the Formless Realm, ordinary people couldn't see him, yet that person had easily pierced through his concealment. It must be someone with an Innate Spiritual Eye or an exceptional master.

"I didn't expect such a master in Yu State City. I must report this to the Sect Master."