### Chapter 316: The Consequences of Sneaking a Peek Under Bai Yu’s Skirt
Seeing the photos in Zhao Mingyue’s hands, Long Nü glanced at Bai Yu’s outfit for the day—a beige cartoon-patterned sundress adorned with an enormous light blue bow that practically screamed kawaii.
The dress barely covered her knees, accentuating her snowy-white, straight calves and her adorably strappy sandals. Overall, it was the epitome of cuteness, even her hair accessories were bows!
She hadn’t noticed this detail in the park earlier; she was already used to Bai Yu sporting outfits that didn’t match her personality at all. But now, seeing Bai Yu accept Zhao Mingyue’s wardrobe choices was downright ridiculous!
Was Zhao Mingyue spoiling her too much? If it were her, Bai Yu would definitely roll her eyes and tell her to get lost.
Indeed, this girl Zhao Mingyue had privileges, even deciding what Bai Yu wore. It seemed she had been doing this for quite some time, not just recently.
“Maybe you should tuck your treasures away; be careful not to make Bai Yu mad,” Long Nü said, eyeing Bai Yu, who was completely ignoring them, clearly used to Zhao Mingyue’s shenanigans by now.
“Hehe, she won’t mind! Besides, I don’t see anything wrong with it! Isn’t it great for girls to be all cute and everything? Even a female ghost should dress up beautifully!” Zhao Mingyue defended her actions, completely unbothered.
“Bai Yu didn’t get a chance to dress up when she was alive, and this is just a way to make up for it. She won’t do it herself, so she needs my help, and she doesn’t reject it.”
Long Nü rolled her eyes, wanting to say that Bai Yu wouldn’t mind if it weren’t for Zhao Mingyue.
“Fine, fine, you’re right.”
The banter continued as the number of pedestrians around them dwindled. They had wandered onto a relatively secluded and quiet street. This area, once a bustling seafood market, had been out of business for the last couple of years.
The ghost gate they were looking for was located in one of the shops.
As they ventured deeper into the street, they found it deserted. The entire street was dark, lacking electricity and already deep into the night; it felt eerily silent, except for whispers that seemed to emerge from the shadows, and a black figure darting into the corner.
A pungent odor filled the air, tinged with an unsettling stench.
This smell was reminiscent of decaying fish—more repugnant than that of a rotting corpse.
Zhao Mingyue covered her nose. She was well-acquainted with such environments; aside from the ghost gate located on the third floor of a restaurant, all the others were quite similar.
Naturally, this was a place for nurturing ghosts, so it wasn’t going to be well-lit.
They hadn’t seen anyone from the Tianfa Sect, mainly because the leader decided it was unnecessary to waste manpower anymore.
After all, they intended to k*ll the Black Sun God, so it was better to conserve their strength.
Once successful, regaining those ghost gates would be a cinch; if they failed, then there would be nothing left to worry about.
“So how do you plan to lure these ghosts out?” Long Nü asked, looking at the ghost gate and glancing around.
There were indeed many ghosts on this street, likely all having escaped from the ghost gate. By conservative estimates, there were over forty of them. But here came the problem: Bai Yu’s light needed to shine on them to be effective. How could they make them come out?
“This is easy!” Zhao Mingyue announced, stepping into an open space in the street, taking a deep breath, and shouting at the top of her lungs.
Sure enough, her shout silenced the area for a few seconds before rustling sounds emerged from all directions as ghosts of all shapes and sizes—twisted and grotesque—began to shuffle forward. There were over forty evil spirits, with one even dressed in red.
Out of all these ghosts, not even a single little ghost was present. Long Nü frowned, “Is the Tianfa Sect using the ghost gate to cultivate ghosts? What are these guys up to anyway?”
It wasn’t just the Tianfa Sect; even the gatekeepers had a penchant for this sort of thing.
From what she knew, gatekeepers cultivated ghosts for alchemy, creating a potion that could enhance or complete a soul.
That kind of alchemical practice was normal; what was strange was the sheer volume of demand.
It hadn’t always been this way; it felt as if a big order had suddenly come through recently.
“I don’t know,” Zhao Mingyue shrugged.
At that moment, Bai Yu stepped forward, raising her hand and using bl**d Threads and Tentacles to seal off the surroundings. Rising slowly into the air, the sun symbol formed from bl**d Threads behind her began to glow brighter, casting a dark red light that intensified. Below, the ghosts gazed up, their expressions shifting noticeably.
Long Nü found herself momentarily stunned; this version of Bai Yu was undeniably cool—her aura was godly, even without mentioning the dress! But looking again at her outfit dulled that aura somewhat, giving off an inexplicable vibe that was both adorable and fierce at the same time.
About half a minute later, the ghosts knelt down on the ground, and Bai Yu gently floated back down.
“Wait!”
Suddenly, Long Nü spoke up.
Bai Yu turned to her, seeing Long Nü holding her phone, her face a mix of shock and regret.
“Is this it!?” she exclaimed, disbelief written all over her.
Bai Yu ignored her, continuing to brainwash the ghosts, turning them into fanatical believers and draining their faith.
Long Nü looked at Zhao Mingyue with a pitiful gaze, “You didn’t tell me it would end this quickly!”
“Ah?” Zhao Mingyue said, confused, “Did that need to be explicitly mentioned?”
“Of course it did!” Long Nü pointed at her phone, “I haven’t taken any photos yet! What an opportunity! If I had just moved forward five more steps, I could’ve captured the legendary view under a divine skirt for my phone wallpaper!”
“Cough, cough!” Zhao Mingyue almost burst out laughing. So that was what mattered!
But it made sense; she remembered thinking the same thing during her first encounter…
“Don’t worry, Bai Yu wore safety shorts. Even if you want to take a peek, you won’t get anything. That should balance things out for you, right?”
“Safety shorts!?”
“Yeah, I told her to wear them.”
“Zhao Mingyue, you’re incorrigible! But honestly, it’s not just you—it’s the genius who invented safety shorts! They’re terrible!”
Seeing Long Nü seething with indignation, Zhao Mingyue was speechless.
Aren’t you a girl too? Do you not wear safety shorts?
Meanwhile, Bai Yu had finished her task and could hear the sisters arguing behind her.
“Let’s go; it’s time to head back,” Bai Yu waved her hand, dispelling the bl**d Threads around. She was quite adept at this by now.
Calculating, she had already secured around fifteen ghost gates and over four hundred evil spirits—most of them were now fanatical believers.
Harvesting faith like this wasn’t really a problem for her; she needed to enhance her abilities as quickly as possible. After this batch of evil spirits perished, she likely wouldn’t require faith to increase her power anymore.
Her strength had been rising significantly, although most of it was in bl**d Threads and Tentacles.
But that wasn’t really an issue; without her sc*m Game experience, this situation would have strayed from the “path.”
She would now just focus on improving her strength—be it physical resilience or occult power like curses and such—no problem at all.
“Can I ask how our divine Bai Yu is faring now?” Long Nü ventured closer, hoping to sneak a peek under the skirt to confirm if Bai Yu truly wore safety shorts.
As she took a couple of steps forward, two bl**d Threads, thick as a grown man’s arm, shot out toward her. Long Nü’s eyes widened, and she jumped into the air, grabbing onto the incoming threads in an attempt to snap them.
She had sparred with Bai Yu before; with her strength, she could easily snap those bl**d Threads. The only reason Bai Yu had beaten her in the past was due to her superior martial skills.
But this time, as she gripped the threads, she realized something was off.
If before, the bl**d Threads were merely twigs, now they felt like two giant pythons.
Not only did they exude immense strength, but they were also unyielding in her hands, feeling cold and slightly slimy to the touch.
“Hmph!” Long Nü huffed, suddenly exerting force, her arms bursting with black, obsidian-like dragon scales.
Her slender arms flexed, muscles bulging under the scales, creating a striking silhouette.
With her hands transforming into claws, she plunged them fiercely into the bl**d Threads. Utilizing her falling momentum, she yanked down, tearing off considerable lengths of the threads with a powerful swipe. But even that wasn’t enough to sever them completely.
As she landed, the bl**d Threads in her grip dissipated into black smoke. Long Nü was about to make a quippy remark when she saw the remaining threads reasserting themselves, and five more sprang from various directions to stab at her again.
Long Nü’s speed was impressive; she dodged them quickly, and one was severed in the process.
But then she noticed more threads and even more nimble Tentacles appearing from the ground, prompting her to raise both hands above her head.
“I surrender! I don’t want to fight anymore!”
The bl**d Threads halted in front of her and vanished.
Seeing this, Long Nü wiped nonexistent sweat from her brow and exhaled in relief, “That’s terrifying! If I hadn’t surrendered, would I have ended up as one of those characters from the manga I’ve been reading these past few days?”
“Manga?” Zhao Mingyue, approaching, looked bewildered.
“Ah, it’s nothing! Just reflecting on how ridiculously fast Bai Yu is leveling up—she’s on another level entirely!”
Long Nü hadn’t anticipated how much Bai Yu had improved, suddenly widening the gap of their strength.
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