My Wife is A Sword God

Although Qin Feng’s Spatial Ring contained many fine wines and delicacies, in his opinion, desserts were the most suitable offerings to give to the other party.

After all, women are always unable to resist sweets, and the younger the woman, the more so.

Of course, Bai Wushuang did not belong to this category, as she was the type who would say “the bunny is so cute, should it be braised or steamed?”…..

The little loli picked up the exquisite pastry and examined it up and down with a curious expression in her eyes.

This pastry was made by the chef of the Star Seizing Tower, boasting perfect color, fragrance, and taste. Its surface was also enveloped in a faint greenish glow.

This was the protective force of Bai Su’s life energy attached to the worldly object. Without this shielding light, the worldly object would be corrupted by the dense demonic qi and death aura the moment it entered the Ghost Realm.

Driven by curiosity, the Ghost Lord finally placed the pastry in her mouth.

At this moment, Qin Feng suddenly thought of something. Although the other party appeared as a little girl, strictly speaking, she was an old woman who had lived for an unknowable amount of time. Would she really be interested in desserts?

As he was filled with trepidation, he saw the little girl’s eyes light up and heard a “mmm~” sound coming from her mouth.

Although the little girl was the ruler of the Ghost Realm, capable of commanding the winds and rains within it, the Ghost Realm was ultimately too barren. Apart from ghosts and undead, there was hardly any decent food to speak of.

The things she ate most often were the corpses of those ghosts, which could hardly be compared to the delicacies of the mortal world.

Furthermore, these sweets were enveloped in Bai Su’s life force, which held unparalleled allure for the denizens of the Ghost Realm. As a result, the little girl found herself utterly unable to resist these treats.

In no time at all, the entire pile of desserts had been completely devoured by her.

“Is there more?!” she asked in a crisp voice.

Qin Feng rubbed his hands obsequiously, “Yes, yes, yes. But Ghost Lord, could you please release my father first?”

The Ghost Lord glanced over, and since Father Qin had previously broken through the first layer of the restriction, she had specially reinforced the second layer. At the moment, Father Qin was unable to move his body, let alone speak or communicate telepathically.

Without much hesitation, after the little loli waved her sleeves gently, Father Qin regained control of himself and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Qin Feng then took out more sweets from the Spatial Ring, piling them up before her.

The purple-robed woman, who had never seen her master in such a state, was also quite curious about the things Qin Feng had brought from the mortal world.

She discreetly approached and asked in a captivating voice, “Do you have anything else besides those?”

Qin Feng turned towards the sound, and the purple-robed woman smiled slightly, “I forgot to introduce myself. My surname is Meng, and my name is Meng Shuang. I have been her lordship’s right-hand since the dawn of the Primordial Chaos, serving her all this time.”

Meng… Qin Feng’s expression changed in surprise, and he blurted out, “Could it be Meng Po*?”

Meng Shuang’s smile was forced, “You can call me Sister Meng Shuang sister, or just Sister Meng~”

Qin Feng’s face stiffened. When Muo Aunt, who was several hundred years old, had asked him to call her “sister”, his conscience felt quite uneasy.

This one was even more shameless. Although Qin Feng did not know exactly how long it had been since the dawn of the Primordial Chaos, it must have been at least several thousand years. How could this person ask him to call her “sister” without any sense of embarrassment?

A man must have backbone and principles. He could never bring himself to say such insincere words, even if the other party was extremely powerful.

After a moment…

“Sister Meng~” Qin Feng called out with a smile.

“Mm.” Meng Shuang was satisfied, withdrawing the demonic blade she had placed against Qin Feng’s neck.

“I am new here, so I don’t have much to offer you, but here is some Drunken Immortal that I’ve brewed. Please, have a taste,” Qin Feng said, taking out a few jars of fine wine.

Meng Shuang, like the Ghost Lord, had never seen such novel items. After opening the wine jar, a captivating aroma wafted through the air. Not only her, but even Tubo, Ox Head and Horse Face in the distance were drawn in by the fragrance.

Meng Shuang raised a jar and drank deeply, The wine wrapped in the power of life splashed onto her clothes, highlighting her graceful figure and eliciting a satisfied cry from her.

“Sister Meng, take it easy. There’s still more,” Qin Feng chuckled.

Father Qin, seeing this scene, frowned slightly. “Feng’er, I don’t remember ever teaching you to be such a sycophant.”

Right, right, you’re so noble… Qin Feng glanced away, showing a hint of disdain.

When he was in the mortal world, his father didn’t understand the importance of connections. It seemed he still hadn’t grasped it even in the Ghost Realm!

These two, one old and one young, were clearly big shots in the Ghost Realm. Qin Feng was buttering them up not for his own benefit, but to ensure his father’s safety and comfort in the Ghost Realm.

Qin Feng sighed quietly, wondering when his father would finally understand the sincerity behind his actions.

Seeing that the little girl and Meng Shuang were thoroughly enjoying the treats, Qin Feng finally spoke up. “I have to admit, the reason I came to the Netherworld Realm is to pluck the Farshore Flower from the other side of the Yellow Springs in order to deal with an immortal and indestructible monster that has invaded the mortal realm. If you two would be so kind, I hope you could help me.”

At these words, Father Qin was startled, not expecting Feng’er to still be thinking about this matter. The Ghost Lord and Meng Shuang also turned to look at him.

Meng Shuang spoke in a serious tone, “Do you know the dangers of the Yellow Springs region? Even I have to be extremely careful going there. If you were to go and the slightest mishap occurred, you would be doomed beyond all redemption.”

“Furthermore, the Farshore Flower, though growing in the Netherworld Realm’s Yellow Springs, has a unique nature – only the living can pluck it. Since you have already died, how could you possibly…”

Her words trailed off.

Meng Shuang’s beautiful eyes widened as her powerful senses detected Qin Feng’s unusual state. “Your soul has been brought here by someone while you were still alive?!”

Qin Feng did not choose to hide it and simply nodded in acknowledgment.

“My lord, he…” Meng Shuang started to say something, but was cut off by the little girl raising her hand.

“If the divine laws of the Netherworld Realm were not in such a state of disrepair, your soul would have dispersed the moment you arrived. Is risking such danger for the safety of others truly worth it?”

‘To be honest, I didn’t come down here willingly in the first place, but was forced to…’ Qin Feng thought inwardly, once again mentally greeting all the women in the families of senior brothers Shen Li and Sun Qi. But outwardly, he said with a great righteousness, “Since time immemorial, who among us has not faced death? If this task must be undertaken, why not by me?”

He took a deep breath, tilting his head 45 degrees to gaze up at the sky, with an air of lament for the world. “As they say, if I don’t go to hell, who will?”

Upon hearing these words, the Ghost Lord and Meng Shuang were moved. Could there truly be such a selfless and heroic person in this world?

“Feng’er…” Father Qin opened his mouth, but the words of dissuasion never left his lips. Instead, he expressed a look of contentment.

Meanwhile, in the dimly lit cave, a figure sat cross-legged on a lotus-shaped stone, gently stroking the head of a strange beast and murmuring, “How admirable!”

T/N : Meng Po (Chinese: 孟婆; pinyin: Mèng Pó; Wade–Giles: Meng-p’o; lit. ‘Old Lady Meng’) is the goddess of oblivion in Chinese mythology, who serves Meng Po Soup on the Bridge of oblivion or Naihe Bridge (Chinese: 奈何桥; pinyin: Nàihé qiáo).

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