Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

Chapter 275: Chapter 190: Control Your Wife (Fourth Update)

Ning Xinyue also breathed a sigh of relief, as the conflict ultimately dissipated into nothingness.

Subsequently, the group cleaned up the battlefield and dug Qi Shijian out of the ground, who had been kept unconscious with drugs ever since being captured.

Then, the trio no longer delayed and set off again, embarking on the road back to Ghost Ridge Palace.

However, due to the rush, the choice of transportation became a problem.

The Thousand-Handed Centipede was still recovering its body and unable to carry people in flight, making it difficult for Su Jie to overextend it.

Thus, Han Ruyan’s flower sedan chair was the only suitable option for the journey.

“Come up here.”

Su Jie took Han Ruyan’s hand and nodded towards the flower sedan chair, signaling Xiao Fengyuan and Ning Xinyue to get inside. @@novelbin@@

Ning Xinyue, observing Han Ruyan’s expression and seeing no impatience, quickly boarded the sedan chair.

Xiao Fengyuan followed, giving Han Ruyan a nod: “Thank you for the inconvenience.”

It was clear that Xiao Fengyuan did not regard Han Ruyan as a Fierce Ghost, but rather treated her as a living person with her own will.

“It’s really beautiful.”

Once inside, Ning Xinyue discovered a different realm altogether, looking enviously at Su Jie. Having such a sedan chair for travel, which inside resembled a luxurious house, and rode so smoothly that one could hardly feel any bumps or shakes.

“It’s absolutely amazing.”

Xiao Fengyuan also expressed his amazement, having personally witnessed how Su Jie had signed the contract with Han Ruyan. Such an aide was something Demon Cultivators could only dream of.

“It’s not as great as you guys make it out to be.”

Su Jie smiled, sitting on a carved chair embellished with phoenix designs. Everything inside the room was made of paper, as it essentially came from the Heavenly Ghost Map, which was constructed out of paper.

Han Ruyan’s long black hair was pinned up, and her Wedding Dress had subtly changed into a more homely style.

“Please have some tea.”

Picking up the teapot, Han Ruyan poured tea for the guests with impeccable manners, inheriting very well what she had learned as a young lady before her death.

“This…”

However, Ning Xinyue almost lost her composure upon seeing the tea.

Because it wasn’t real tea. The Ghost Bride did not have the ability to create something from nothing; her prowess was in transformation.

Thus, the tea was actually as dark as ink, entirely made of the most concentrated Fear Energy and resentment, compressed and condensed.

For Ghosts, such tea could enhance strength and was nothing short of wonderful.

But for normal people, it might not be so pleasant to consume.

“Drink, drink it!”

Seeing their reactions, Su Jie gave the others a meaningful look, then picked up a cup of tea and drank it himself.

As the Nine Nether Ghost Cultivation Technique operated, all the resentment and Fear Energy were transferred to Han Ruyan through the contract with her.

Xiao Fengyuan, keeping his expression unchanged, lifted the teacup and took a sip.

Ning Xinyue, looking for help from Su Jie and finding him intentionally ignoring her, and with Han Ruyan staring at her, had no choice but to bite her lip and gently sip the tea after kicking Su Jie under the table.

As the tea entered her mouth, the resentment and Fear Energy within burst forth instantly.

“Ah!”

Ning Xinyue shivered, as with the tea going down her throat, the minds of many humans screaming in their dying moments resounded in her mind. Her body synchronized with this pain and fear, making Ning Xinyue involuntarily cry out.

On the other hand, Xiao Fengyuan managed to barely maintain his facial expression. For him, who had experienced a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, even if it were a cup of magma, he could drink it without changing his face, let alone a cup of the Water of Resentment. He still restrained himself.

The painful sensation came quickly and departed just as fast. Ning Xinyue, drenched in sweat, felt as if she had truly walked in front of the Ghost Gate. The Fear Energy that Han Ruyan absorbed and transformed came from the Righteous Disciples she had just killed. The fear and pain of death were also hidden in the tea.

Han Ruyan looked at Ning Xinyue, then continued to pour tea, “Please enjoy, there’s not much else I can offer here.”

As for Xiao Fengyuan on the other side, he was completely ignored by the Ghost Bride.

Even a fool could see that Han Ruyan was targeting Ning Xinyue, and she still hadn’t truly let go of what had happened earlier.

“Hey, Su Jie, control your wife.”

Ning Xinyue couldn’t stand it anymore and suddenly stood up.

Looking at the teapot in Han Ruyan’s hand, she would rather confront Han Ruyan than keep drinking.

“Is it because I’m not a good host?”

Han Ruyan put down the teapot and slowly stood up.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned cold. Ghost faces materialized on the walls around them, the color of the Wedding Dress became even more vivid, and the pearls on the phoenix crown atop her head shone with a ghostly light. The wailing of ten thousand ghosts drifted through the air.

Ning Xinyue was furious. People often lose their rationality in extreme anger.

However, people are not all the same. Ning Xinyue, in her extreme anger, just reached the peak of her fury, well, she just got angry for a moment.

“The tea is good.”

Ning Xinyue obediently sat back down on her chair, matching her furious expression from before—it was as if she was saying, ‘Mess with me, and you’ll realize you’ve picked on the soft persimmon.’

It must be said, Ning Xinyue was still very sincere, or one might say rational. After all, if it really came to a fight, she was no match for Han Ruyan.

Han Ruyan glanced at Ning Xinyue, then stood up and walked to the dressing table nearby, picking up a comb and began grooming herself, losing interest in Ning Xinyue.

“Pfft!”

Su Jie let out an unkind smile, which caused Ning Xinyue to glare at him, her cute little fangs showing. She wished she could bite Su Jie.

“Laugh, laugh, all you know is laughter. Do you think I’m stupid? You didn’t even speak up for me just now.”

Ning Xinyue’s face puffed up like a blowfish, greatly dissatisfied with Su Jie’s indifferent observation earlier.

“No, with the way things were just now, I thought you didn’t need my help, that you wanted a fair fight.”

Su Jie shrugged. Naturally, had Han Ruyan really made a move, Su Jie would have intervened, but the situation had not quite reached such a tense level yet.

“I’m not stupid. If I could fight, I would have fought long ago. How could such a nice sister in life become so fierce after death? It must be your fault; one takes on the color of one’s company.”

Ning Xinyue muttered, not daring to provoke Han Ruyan, and spoke resentfully to Su Jie.

But her words were overheard by Han Ruyan.

Ning Xinyue felt a chill run down her spine and turned her head to see Han Ruyan dressing up with her back to her. The brass mirror reflected her stunningly beautiful face, and a pair of dead, cold eyes locked onto her through the mirror.

“Don’t speak ill of my husband.”

Han Ruyan’s voice echoed, still very protective of her spouse.

Ning Xinyue wanted to cry without tears, biting her silver teeth, “I used to be bullied by you, now I’m being bullied by her.”

In the past deceived and coerced by Su Jie, and now threatened by Han Ruyan’s martial force, Ning Xinyue suddenly felt a strong desire to become stronger.

“Hmph, wait till my Xuanyin Body is fully developed; I’ll definitely take your husband…” Ning Xinyue stuck out her tongue at Han Ruyan, her mind entering a blissful realm of fantasies.