My Wife is A Sword God

Qin Feng was stunned by the voice, and when he turned to look at the source, he saw an enchantingly beautiful woman approaching.

She had a voluptuous figure, a slender waist, and was dressed in a pale purple gown that accentuated her curves perfectly. Her long, dark hair flowed down to her waist, streaked with hints of purple that only heightened her allure.

Her complexion was as fair as jade, her nose straight and elegant, her purple eyeshadow and crimson lips creating a captivating contrast.

Qin Feng could never have imagined encountering such a striking beauty within the Netherworld Realm. Moreover, the way she spoke suggested she was familiar with his father.

“Father, who is this person?” Qin Feng asked with a strange expression

Before Father Qin could respond, another figure emerged from behind the beautiful woman – a charming and youthful girl.

Despite her young age, she wore her hair in an elaborate bun, similar to the mature woman. Her dress, black and white in color, was decorated with what appeared to be white jade, but upon closer inspection, revealed to be made of white bone.

The delicate young girl glanced at Qin Feng, then turned to Father Qin and addressed him in a clear voice, “Father?”

Hearing this, Qin Feng was immediately taken aback.

‘No wonder Father wanted the Second Mother to find a new partner. It seems he’s already found a replacement for himself in the past half-year!’

‘Not only has he found a replacement, but it’s a buy-one-get-one-free deal!’

For the child to have grown so much in just half a year, even if the Netherworld is different from the human world, it is impossible for their children to grow up so big in half a year. 

Qin Feng looked at Father Qin, his shock causing him to take a few steps back. “Father, I never imagined you to be this kind of person!”

Father Qin’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“The child is already this old, and you… have you no shame for Second Mother?” 

This conduct was no different from that of the despicable Cao Cao!

Father Qin immediately understood, his face alternating between pale and flushed. “This is utter nonsense! How could I possibly do such a thing?”

“Then why does she call you ‘Father’? And why have the two of them come to seek you out?”

At this, the woman in the purple dress immediately burst into laughter. “Master Qin, your son is quite entertaining. I’ve been alone in this Ghost Realm for nearly a thousand years. You seem like a fine man, and your strength is impressive. Why don’t we team up and live together?”

Qin Feng stiffened at her words, wondering if he had misunderstood the situation. 

But if it was a misunderstanding, then why was this young girl trying to claim his father as her own?

Recalling the earlier scene, Qin Feng suddenly realized that the girl might have simply been repeating his own words, out of curiosity about his relationship with his father.

Relieved, Qin Feng approached the young girl and gently pinched her smooth, delicate cheek. “Little sister, you mustn’t carelessly call someone ‘Father’, or people might misunderstand.”

In that moment, the sky of the Netherworld Realm suddenly darkened.

Though Qin Feng was puzzled, he didn’t pay it much mind, instead turning to the woman in the purple dress. “Sister, your daughter is so beautiful. She will surely grow up to be a true beauty.”

“She is not my daughter.” The woman in purple dress dropped her smile, with a look of disbelief on her face. 

“Not your daughter?” Qin Feng looked at his father curiously, wanting to ask for an answer, but saw a nervous look on his face. 

At this moment, Father Qin was on full alert, seemingly preparing to deal with dangers that might arise at any time. 

The atmosphere around him was inexplicably quiet, even a little strange. 

Just then, Tubo and the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced, who had just finished escorting a group of souls, returned. But upon seeing the young girl’s face, they immediately prostrated themselves, exclaiming, “This humble one pays respects to the Ghost Lord!”

Ghost Lord?!

*gulp*

That was the sound of someone swallowing hard.

Qin Feng looked back at the charming young girl, and saw her eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of mischief and cold amusement in her gaze.

The information Senior Li Yang had shared earlier echoed in Qin Feng’s mind – the Netherworld Realm had a Ghost Lord who had been reborn for a thousand years, lived for a thousand years, gained wisdom for a thousand years, and descended into the world a thousand years ago!

Could it be that this young girl was that very Ghost Lord?

‘What the f*ck?! This young girl is the Ghost Lord that Senior Li Yang mentioned?!’

‘What possessed me to pinch the cheek of the ruler of a realm?!’

‘I don’t even know if Father’s status and strength can protect my measly life.’

Qin Feng felt like crying. He suddenly recalled a saying from his previous life – only by approaching death can one truly appreciate the value of life.

‘Have you had your fill of pinching?’ the Ghost Lord asked in a cool, crystal clear voice.

“Yes, that’s enough.” Qin Feng reluctantly released his grip and carefully backed away until he stood next to Father Qin, feeling a bit more comfortable.

Father Qin stepped in front of Qin Feng, clenching his fist in a gesture of respect. “My son was unaware of your exalted status and overstepped his bounds. I hope the Ghost Lord will not judge him for this.”

The woman in the purple dress stood by silently, visibly trembling.

Qin Feng felt his heart pounding nervously. He was at the eye of the storm, one misstep away from total annihilation.

After a moment, the Ghost Lord’s lips curled into a smile. “There’s no need to be so tense. I’m not the type to be unreasonable.”

Qin Feng felt a sense of relief wash over him. He had expected the ruler of the netherworld Realm to be difficult, but she was surprisingly amiable.

Truly, lolis are the best!

However, the Ghost Lord’s tone suddenly shifted as she continued, “But cutting off both your hands would make for a suitable apology.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, the already gloomy sky plunged into utter darkness, an oppressive pressure bearing down like the heavens themselves were collapsing.

The Ghost Lord’s figure vanished into thin air, and Father Qin’s eyes widened in alarm. He tried to react, but found his body completely immobilized.

As the newly appointed Ghost Emperor, Father Qin’s mastery of the Netherworld Realm’s laws was still far inferior to that of the long-dormant Ghost Lord. The disparity in their power was glaringly apparent.

Qin Feng’s body stiffened, cold sweat pouring down his face. He could only watch as the Ghost Lord slowly approached.

The loli-like girl spoke softly, “Shall I cut off your two hands, or your two arms?”

Reconsidering, she added, “But since you are the son of the Southern Territories’ Ghost Emperor, I’ll give you a chance to choose for yourself.”

Qin Feng gave a forced chuckle, “How about just my fingernails?”

The Ghost Lord scoffed, and with a wave of her hand, Netherworld demonic energy coalesced into a sharp, ebony scythe that gleamed with a chilling aura.

In that moment, Qin Feng had a flash of inspiration. He suddenly recalled the voice he had heard when the Netherworld rift first appeared after Mao Yin’s death – it belonged to a young girl with a voracious appetite.

Could that voice possibly be the same as this Ghost Lord’s?

And when dealing with voracious eaters, Qin Feng always had a trick or two up his sleeve.

“Wait, Great Ghost Lord! I wish to offer you a delectable tribute to make up for my previous disrespect. Please, spare me!” 

Swish!

The scythe came to a halt, hovering mere inches from Qin Feng’s shoulder.

“Bring it out, let me have a look.”

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