### Chapter 285: The Days of Being Raised by the Female Ghost
“Master!!!”
With a flash of colors, as soon as Xue Yunjian revealed her form, she flew toward Yun Zhonghe like she just found a long-lost treasure, her anxiety and urgency propelling her to knock him down to the ground.
“Ow ow ow, Xue Yunjian, easy there! I feel like my body’s about to fall apart!”
“Master master master master master…”
She kept calling him over and over, like she had just discovered her safe harbor.
Burying her head in Yun Zhonghe’s broad chest, she rubbed against him as if she had suffered some great injustice, her voice tinged with a hint of sobbing.
She was genuinely scared. Earlier, she had inexplicably fallen into an endless darkness, and no matter how much she called for Yun Zhonghe, all she received was silence, unable to manifest in any form.
The feeling was horrid, like being buried again in a frigid spirit vein, eternally trapped in a pitch-black little room, ultimately reducing her to a state of sleeping.
That kind of loneliness was truly terrifying.
Although Xue Yunjian was always acting a bit weird and often gave Yun Zhonghe headaches—especially regarding her endless needs in certain areas—right now, he could sense her deep dependence and affection for him, and that was undeniable.
In this moment, feeling the reliance of the beautiful spirit in his arms, Yun Zhonghe couldn’t help but smile with relief. He gently stroked Xue Yunjian’s soft hair and comforted her with a tender voice, “I’m sorry. I had a bit of a mishap. You’ve been wronged.”
“No, as long as Master is safe, that’s good enough.”
Xue Yunjian slowly lifted her slightly pudgy face, her eyes filled with concern, as if her whole world could only accommodate Yun Zhonghe.
Though the words were touching, could she please not say such things while groping Yun Zhonghe’s “Second Brother”?
That unexpected contact made Yun Zhonghe’s face flash with helplessness.
Who exactly is your master here?
d*mn it, you’re not really concerned about me, are you? It’s about him!
Give me back that touch of gratitude!
Xue Yunjian’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief: “Master is so cute, getting jealous~”
Yun Zhonghe deadpanned, “This isn’t a matter of jealousy.”
In any case, the fact that Xue Yunjian could still crack such base jokes at least indicated her mental state was good, unaffected by the encroaching Yin energy.
This let Yun Zhonghe breathe a little easier.
Currently, Yun Zhonghe’s meridians were severed, his energy unable to circulate, making him as useful as a soggy noodle. In such a situation, having a sword spirit around for protection was a bit comforting.
After all, although that White-clothed Ghost saved his life, her origins and intentions remained a mystery. Just in case, Yun Zhonghe felt he still needed some strength for assurance.
Since Yun Zhonghe was invaded by the Yin energy, Xue Yunjian’s perception of the outside world had also been shut off. She was completely in an information vacuum regarding everything that had happened afterward.
Yun Zhonghe could only slowly narrate his strange experience of being saved by the female ghost upon waking up.
Xue Yunjian’s face instantly filled with shock: “Master, you didn’t get completely devoured by her, did you?!”
Xue Yunjian widened her eyes in horror, and upon learning that when Yun Zhonghe woke, they were inexplicably in a close embrace, jealousy immediately surged within her like an incoming tide, as if someone had stolen her snack.
Yun Zhonghe couldn’t help but break out in a thin sheen of sweat: “Do you think everyone is like you?! Things like that don’t just happen, you know!”
But Xue Yunjian wouldn’t let it go, seriously saying: “I admit I’m a bit bold. But because of that, I think that ghost must be quite the character; her boldness is definitely on par with mine!”
Yun Zhonghe couldn’t help but chuckle: “Only you could boast like this.”
Xue Yunjian’s expression turned serious: “I’m serious! Remember that first night when we encountered that ghost? She only made her move when we were all cuddly. What does that indicate? She must be after your body!”
At this point, a hint of righteous indignation glimmered in Xue Yunjian’s eyes: “That ghost is at her peak, totally in her prime! She’s definitely ravenous and wants to keep you as her personal pet!”
Then, her expression morphed into something more complex: “But I can understand her thoughts. After all, someone as young, handsome, and suave as you is quite the catch, appealing to both mature women and young girls alike, leaving them mesmerized!”
Hearing this, Yun Zhonghe frowned, feeling targeted. Who the heck is a playboy here?!
Right now, Xue Yunjian flared up, displaying an overwhelming sense of possessiveness. If someone was trying to nibble on her treats, she wouldn’t accept it!
Master’s essence belongs to her! She would never allow any ghostly temptresses to meddle!
She leaned closer, her eyes gleaming with a thirst that could drown an ocean: “Master, to spare you from that ghost’s torment, let me help you release some energy first!”
“Are you a devil?!”
Yun Zhonghe had called her out to protect him, not to turn him into a goner.
With a thump, Yun Zhonghe brought his hand down on Xue Yunjian’s head, causing her to finally settle down.
“Enough silliness. Help me get through this, and when we get back, I’ll reward you.”
Xue Yunjian rubbed the sore spot on her head, and upon hearing this, her eyes brightened.
“Yay, love you most, Master!”
Finally, Xue Yunjian settled down.
With her help, Yun Zhonghe managed to put on his clothes neatly, not looking like someone who had just been messed with.
He couldn’t muster any spiritual power, rendering him as vulnerable as an ordinary human. He wouldn’t withstand the chill of this cave for long.
As he dressed, Yun Zhonghe rolled his eyes at Xue Yunjian’s constant groping, who simply couldn’t resist touching his muscular chest and other regions.
All dressed up, he carefully pulled out a communication jade pendant, gently tracing the intricate patterns on it, trying to connect with the outside world.
Taking a deep breath to focus, he attempted to channel his spiritual energy into the pendant, hoping to send a spirit message—but nothing came through.
Maybe being in this cave was blocking the signal. Yun Zhonghe stepped outside the cave and gave it another shot.
As soon as he stepped out, a chill wind engulfed him, causing him to shiver. At that moment, the White-clothed Ghost appeared silently.
Her presence sent a jolt to Yun Zhonghe’s heart, and Xue Yunjian immediately transformed into her sword form, concealing herself beside him.
Given the unclear situation, it wasn’t the best time to instigate a fight.
Yun Zhonghe locked eyes with the ghost, and for a moment, the air felt frozen.
Before he could react, she charged at him, anxiously roaring, and shoved him back into the cave.
She was quick and strong; Yun Zhonghe almost bit the dust.
Leaning against the mountain wall, he sat on the ground, gasping for breath, his heart racing in shock.
Seeing Yun Zhonghe uncomfortable, the White-clothed Ghost stepped in, an apologetic expression on her face. She walked over, extended a hand gently resting on his shoulder, and began to knead it soothingly.
Despite her seemingly delicate actions, the force behind them left Yun Zhonghe in pain.
He winced but thought that if he shouted out, it might provoke her, so he forced a smile and said, “It’s fine; I’m not hurt. Just a little soreness.”
At that moment, there seemed to be a flicker of relief in her eyes.
Was she really worried about him?
Yun Zhonghe couldn’t help but feel puzzled.
But one thing was clear: this White-clothed Ghost had unusually powerful physical strength, and it was evident she hadn’t yet mastered how to control it, often inadvertently applying too much force.
Yun Zhonghe was curious why she had so aggressively rushed him back into the cave earlier.
Did she not want him to leave?
Am I really being raised like some kind of pet?!
As Yun Zhonghe’s thoughts spiraled into wild speculation, the White-clothed Ghost skillfully presented a mangled rabbit corpse before him.
Her eyes locked onto Yun Zhonghe, filled with anticipation, mixed with deep, guttural growls as if urging him to chow down.
Yun Zhonghe watched this scene, his mouth twitching slightly: “Uh…”
If he could begrudgingly manage a few bites of that fish earlier, this dismembered rabbit was far too much for him to stomach.
His inner turmoil had him darting his eyes around, sneaking glances at the ghost’s reactions, but her expectant gaze sent an uncomfortable jolt through him.
If he didn’t eat, would she get angry? Would that turn the situation against him?
But shouldn’t at least roast it first?
However, given she’s a ghost, she probably has no clue how to cook, and using fire might be a big issue as well.
Seeing Yun Zhonghe’s hesitance, the White-clothed Ghost’s gaze darkened with disappointment. She quietly picked up the rabbit carcass and turned to leave the cave.
Before she exited, however, she especially yelled a few times at Yun Zhonghe, her voice laced with warnings, almost telling him he was not allowed to leave the cave.
Given Yun Zhonghe’s current weak state, he didn’t dare wander off; he might just end up dead in the wilderness.
No one knew if more monster beasts were lurking around in this desolate territory.
This cave was at least somewhat safe.
Time ticked by.
On her third trip, the ghost returned with a dead duck.
On her fourth, she dragged in a gasping deer.
Dumb roe deer, mountain chickens, foxes, wild wolves, and even a lifeless tiger.
Yun Zhonghe broke out in a sweat; none of these were edible as they were.
If only he could start a fire.
On her last trip, the ghost brought back a pile of wild fruits and laid them before him.
Yun Zhonghe’s eyes lit up: “Now, there’s something I can work with!”
He closely examined the fruits. They varied in size and color—some red as fire, some black as ink, others green as jade—but he had no clue if they were poisonous.
Oh well, better than bl**d-stained meat; at least they looked appetizing.
So, he picked a fruit about half the size of his palm.
Carefully taking a bite, he was pleasantly surprised to find it somewhat tasty, fresh and sweet.
Feeling relieved, he began to focus on this fruit.
On the other hand, the ghost watched as he finally began to eat, letting out a series of pleased low growls. Then, she nuzzled against him, wrapping her entire curvaceous body around him tightly.
At that moment, Yun Zhonghe felt a tidal wave of pressure directly pushing against half of his face!
She emitted a faint body fragrance, and as her skin pressed against his face, it felt like touching the purest silk in the world, devoid of any dirt or blemishes.
This left Yun Zhonghe puzzled: Could she be someone who bathes often?
Completely confused, Yun Zhonghe couldn’t wrap his head around the situation.
By Yun Zhonghe’s deductions, this White-clothed Ghost was akin to “Chen Leling,” yet they were utterly different. The ghost was not too different from the living—it was just her body temperature that was lower—she could understand human speech and still exhibited clear reasoning.
And for some reason, she had become oddly fixated on Yun Zhonghe.
Raising a human like this was certainly an unusual approach.
Yun Zhonghe sighed, feeling utterly unlucky.
How on earth did he end up being raised by a well-endowed female ghost?
After munching on some fruits, while it wasn’t enough to satisfy his hunger, at least it brought him a hint of contentment.
He could noticeably feel the speed of his meridians’ recovery picking up.
At the same time, Yun Zhonghe noticed the leftover Yin energy lingering around his chest was gradually dissipating during the meridian recovery.
Curiosity bloomed within Yun Zhonghe. He didn’t fully grasp the mechanics, but did this mean the troubling Yin energy could eventually be completely eradicated?
Gradually, the sky began to brighten.
After a night of fright, Yun Zhonghe found himself filled with concern for Mu Jixue and the others; he wondered how they were faring, hoping they were safe.
Meanwhile, the White-clothed Ghost still held him tightly, seemingly satisfied with his submissiveness. He needed to maintain this surface-level compliance until he observed an opportunity to escape.
As dawn approached, the ghost appeared to grow tired. She hoisted Yun Zhonghe, making her way deeper into the cave before tossing him onto the ground and leaping on him.
Like using Yun Zhonghe as a pillow, she snuggled from behind, intertwining her legs with his, and began to drift into slumber.
Her ample bosom conveniently rested atop his head, barely serving as a pillow.
Yun Zhonghe: “…”
Forget it; there’s nothing more to say.
Yun Zhonghe silently endured the softness forcibly pressing against him, closing his eyes to rest.
He was waiting for his body to recover…
…
Time quietly slipped by with the soft sounds of the ghost’s breathing. Unknowingly, Yun Zhonghe also fell asleep, and when he woke up, the outside world had darkened; it was likely sunset.
He felt significantly lighter in his body, which should indicate a positive sign of recovery.
Not long after Yun Zhonghe woke, the White-clothed Ghost gradually roused as well. She first checked to see if the person in her embrace was still there. Upon confirming that he hadn’t left, a joyous smile bloomed on her face, as if flowers had bloomed.
Was this really cause for celebration?
Then, without warning, she rolled over, pressing herself against Yun Zhonghe.
Yun Zhonghe froze, still trying to process it when the ghost suddenly violently tore at his clothes.
What did she want to do?!
Her voluptuous form pressed down like a torrent, filling every minute gap between them.
She settled on top of Yun Zhonghe’s…
Yun Zhonghe’s body stiffened, feeling dangerously close to getting sucked into something serious.
“Hey, wait… ah…” He tried to struggle, but his voice got drowned out by her heavy breaths.
“Roar~” The ghost let out a satisfied low howl, beginning to lick and absorb the Yin energy from his chest.
Her tongue seemed to carry a peculiar power, pulling a bit of energy away with each lick.
As she absorbed the Yin energy, her body continuously grazed against him, producing comforting sounds as she enjoyed some indescribable pleasure, her eyes closed, radiating satisfaction and joy as if she had tapped into some miraculous elixir, glowing with vitality.
Yun Zhonghe: ???
Setting aside what she was doing, she could consume all she wanted, but could she please not rub up against him like that? It felt like… he might burst forth…
He felt his sanity gradually eroding, and his body was tightening from the unrelenting stimulation.
In his mind, he could hear Xue Yunjian’s panicked and indignant shouts, as if she wanted to break free and intervene.
Had he not told her to avoid startling the ghost, she surely wouldn’t take this lie down, knowing someone was munching on her little snacks.
…
After some time, when the White-clothed Ghost finally got up in satisfaction, she noticed wet, mottled marks staining her body—remnants of some liquid.
Her puzzled eyes sparkled with curiosity; without thinking, she reached out her finger, lightly dipped it in the residue, then brought it to her nose for a whiff. She even licked it off her finger.
Yun Zhonghe found himself twitching at the sight.
But now it didn’t matter; Yun Zhonghe had entered a sage mode, temporarily immune to her alluring body’s influence.
To be honest, being tightly pressed against her soft, bouncy figure earlier—you’re telling me any normal dude can stay calm in that situation?!
Who could withstand that?
However, Yun Zhonghe now felt sticky, with all kinds of body fluids mingling together, making him terribly uncomfortable. If he didn’t wash up quickly, he’d end up smelling terrible.
But surprisingly, the White-clothed Ghost actually led him out of the cave and helped him bathe in a nearby river.
She was a cleanliness-loving ghost.
Amid the gurgling sound of water, she meticulously helped Yun Zhonghe wash, her movements gentle and adept.
Yun Zhonghe had wanted to wash himself, but the ghost was adamantly opposed; she insisted on scrubbing every inch of him down herself.
Yun Zhonghe had never let anyone help him wash—except when he was a foolish child—and especially not someone as mature and alluring as her…
When she took it upon herself to tend to certain sensitive areas, Yun Zhonghe’s eyes darted around, completely unsure of where to look.
Was she treating him like a pet, even for bathing?
The ghost’s garments were already thin, and now that they were wet, they became transparent, faintly revealing the pink underneath.
Yun Zhonghe’s gaze grew even more unfocused. He could only will himself to divert his attention, studying the surroundings to shift his focus.
They were in a deep mountainous forest, probably somewhere on the outskirts of Tianhai City.
The trees were lush around them, the sounds of birds chirping intermittently; occasionally, distant wild animal howls could be heard, steeped in raw wilderness.
If it were possible, Yun Zhonghe wished to explore the area first.
But sadly, as the sky began to darken, the White-clothed Ghost let out a piercing yell and started urging Yun Zhonghe back to the cave.
Yun Zhonghe felt like he was a kid allowed to play outside but needing to return before curfew.
He couldn’t help but feel a bit gloomy.
The ghost held his hand tightly, as if he were an ignorant child she feared would get lost.
As darkness fell, she quickened her pace, as if avoiding something.
Yun Zhonghe’s gaze inadvertently swept towards the distant mountain range, where a thick essence seemed to be rising, suggesting that something was awakening.
A layer of mist cloaked the mountain, obscuring its outline in a bizarre fashion!
“What is that…”
He unconsciously halted, wanting to investigate and uncover the secrets hidden behind the mist, but the ghost’s roar quickly pulled him back to reality, warning him to get back.
Yun Zhonghe could only withdraw his gaze and follow the ghost back into the cave where they were temporarily staying.
