Chapter 588 - 292: Who Are You to Call So Intimately? (Part 2)

Chapter 588: Chapter 292: Who Are You to Call So Intimately? (Part 2)

Chu Xuan sighed in relief, looking at Ming Yu with joyful eyes, "I knew you wouldn’t hurt me."

"Come, don’t ask too many questions now. Let’s find another place and then we can slowly catch up."

Ji Mingyu’s expression was somewhat reluctant, but she was still dragged by Chu Xuan towards King Qinguang’s side. She told herself inwardly:

The current situation is beyond my control. That terrifying ghost god is not someone I can deal with. Only a true Immortal might be able to match him. I should retreat first and look for an opportunity to escape back to the living realm later.

Thus, in the eyes of those ghost officers and soldiers below, the mysterious man holding a black banner seemed to persuade the woman and personally "escort" her away with King Qinguang.

Meanwhile, the orders from above were issued. The criminal had been captured and sent to the First Hall for trial. Everyone was dismissed.

Even the Lord of Wucheng Heavenly Palace rode away with his subordinates.

As for the poor Meng Po, she had long been rescued and was stomping her foot in anger. She wasn’t as easily fooled by King Qinguang’s tricks as those blockheaded soldiers.

This lady was the daughter of the one from the "Luo Feng Six Heavens" [Zhou Jie Yin Heavenly Palace], sent down for grassroots work, which she was already unhappy about. When doing her duty, she almost got slapped to death. Her grievance and resentment were obvious.

King Qinguang saw this and secretly uttered: what a bother.

He had no choice but to extend his spiritual consciousness to comfort this little ancestor, promising to give her an explanation, and then took the "criminal" back to the First Hall.

...

In the First Hall, Chu Xuan chatted with King Qinguang, first explaining his relationship with Ming Yu, then asking what crimes she had committed.

After listening, Chu Xuan felt a bit embarrassed. It was true that their side was in the wrong — Meng Po was just doing her job.

Thus, he nodded repeatedly, saying: "About Meng Po, later I’ll take Ming Yu to apologize to her, and strive to earn her forgiveness."

"And about Ming Yu, could you let me take her away? I promise there will be no next time!"

King Qinguang hesitated, "This is rather difficult, and besides, it’s not something I can make decisions about on my own..."

Chu Xuan had to grit his teeth, "Consider it a personal favor to your underworld. If you need my help in the future, just send a little ghost to find me, how about it?"

Only then did King Qinguang change his tune, "You are too kind, Immortal. Since that’s the case, we’ll handle the follow-up. I’ll do my best to clean it up nicely, but I hope you can keep it low-key on your side."

Chu Xuan naturally agreed repeatedly.

The conversation between these two made Ji Mingyu nearby feel uncomfortable, especially with Chu Xuan’s tone, treating her like his woman implicitly, as if it’s rightful?!

Besides, she wouldn’t apologize to that red-clad girl.

"Moreover, there should be an antidote for the Meng Po soup, right?" Chu Xuan was now worried about Ji Mingyu’s memory not being able to recover.

Funny enough, Jiang Yiyi had also drunk the water of Forgetfulness, but she had the body of an Immortal and had already fully recovered.

King Qinguang nodded, "Actually, those who drink Meng Po soup don’t have their memories erased; they are just temporarily forgotten. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be cases of people suddenly recalling their past life memories through chance encounters after reincarnation."

"To counter the effects of Meng Po soup, the herbs needed are Schisandra, the Flower of the Other Shore, and the Soul-returning Herb. Boil them with five bowls of rootless water to make one bowl of medicinal soup, and the memory will be instantly restored."

"Schisandra is easy to find; it’s even available in the mortal world as a herb. As for the Flower of the Other Shore, it’s everywhere by the River of Forgetfulness; just pick a blossom casually."

"It’s the Soul-returning Herb that’s more troublesome. It’s quite rare, and you have to delve deep into the Ghost Realm to find it, and even then, you might not find a single plant for over a decade."

Chu Xuan frowned, "In the Underworld, isn’t there some inventory amassed over the years?"

"There’s mainly no such demand, but rest assured, Immortal. Give me half a month, no, ten days or so, and I will certainly find it for you."

Only then did Chu Xuan breathe a sigh of relief. Since that was the case, he wasn’t in a rush. When Ming Yu’s memory was restored, he would take her back to the living realm.

After discussing this with King Qinguang, he went on to his duties. He suggested that the two of them should not leave the hall and could rest in the back hall.

So Chu Xuan wanted to reach out and hold Ji Mingyu’s hand again, but the beauty glared at him.

"Don’t touch, or I’ll chop off whichever hand you stretch out."

Chu Xuan found it funny but was also a bit intrigued. He didn’t expect that the two of them would have such a "role reversal" day, even feeling the urge to take her as a disciple...

But he shook his head, she’s so bad, so reckless; you can’t follow in her ways.

"Ming Yu, listen to me, we..."

"Stop," Ji Mingyu interrupted him coldly.

"I don’t believe a word you say. Don’t think that saving me will make me believe such absurd things."

"Do you know how many years I’ve been cultivating on the path, how much hardship I’ve endured?"

"How could I be like those irrational and foolish women, talking about love all day, wasting time, wasting life, and hindering the path?"

Chu Xuan patiently listened before saying, "So you mean, you still retain your memories from your years of devoted cultivation in the northern realms, but only forgot about me?"

Ji Mingyu didn’t confirm or deny.

Chu Xuan earnestly said: "Ming Yu, I also once lost part of my memory, yet I fell in love with you again."

"I believe you will be the same, that you will fall in love with me again, because we are destined to be together."

"Shut up!" Ji Mingyu’s face turned somewhat grim, "If you say these disgusting words again, I’ll stab you with a sword."

Chu Xuan could only raise a hand in surrender, "Let’s go to the back hall, it’s quieter there, so we won’t be seen."

"After that, just treat it like story time. I can tell you how we met, got to know, and fell in love."

"If you think I’m lying, you can block your hearing and pretend your narcissist is talking to himself."

With that, Chu Xuan started walking forward voluntarily.

Ji Mingyu hesitated for a moment but still kept some distance, following him from afar.

"The story begins with a misunderstanding."

"That day, you were bathing in a hot spring on the northern realm snowy mountain, and I, in search of the ’Millennium Snow Lotus’ to save a dear friend, accidentally..."

Before Chu Xuan finished speaking, a sword was placed against his neck from behind.

Ji Mingyu’s voice was icy, "You better watch your words. Even if you are making up a story or indulging in fantasies, if you dare to utter anything disrespectful of me, I will immediately behead you."

Chu Xuan couldn’t help but laugh, "I haven’t reached that part yet, and here comes your sword. You’re still the same as ever."

He wasn’t scared, casually walked while speaking.

The "story" described Ming Yu misunderstanding Chu Xuan’s intentions and putting her sword to his neck. This scene was uncannily similar to how they first met.

Soon, Ji Mingyu became gradually immersed in Chu Xuan’s detailed and humor-rich storytelling, unknowingly sheathed her sword...

But when Chu Xuan mentioned his entanglements with many women, Ji Mingyu immediately showed a disdainful expression.

"Stop, stop making things up. Since you’re such a womanizer, there’s even less reason for me to like you."

"You seem a bit angry?" Chu Xuan teased.

In a flash, the sword came up again, "Shut up."

Chu Xuan obediently raised both hands, "Alright, alright, I won’t tease you anymore, let’s continue."

He recounted their past slowly, how he won her over bit by bit, and how he once lay on her lap, asking for help with his injuries.

In Chu Xuan’s narration, Ji Mingyu heard a different version of herself, but when she put herself in those scenarios, she was surprisingly at ease, which confused her...