Chapter 93: Hardcore Marriage Urging
Luxianbei knelt weakly on the ground, supporting herself with her hands to prevent falling. Crystal droplets of sweat dripped from her fair forehead, accumulating on the ground.
She stared blankly at the floor, her vision clouded by rolling, foamy shadows. Her pale lips trembled, and her heavy breathing resembled a worn-out bellows.
Accompanied by her breath, there was a faint metallic smell in her nostrils, as if remnants of a hallucination lingered.
From afar, her silhouette resembled an old dog that had lost half its life.
Two hours, two hundred and forty-seven instances of intensified painful deaths, averaging less than half a minute each…
This made Luxianbei realize that urban legends have their limits!
Seeing her like this, Qing Ji felt a softening in his heart and sighed silently as he stepped forward to pat her shoulder. “Alright, that’s enough. Let’s talk about what happened.”
His anger had long dissipated; he should have stopped by now.
But…
Torturing her for a moment was pleasurable, continuing the torment was even more satisfying, and before he knew it, he had lost control.
Finally… was it over? Luxianbei slowly lifted her head to look at Qing Ji, her lips slightly parted, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.
It turned out that if one wanted to silence a humanoid BB doll, there was indeed a way—just beat her until she couldn’t speak.
But if you couldn’t beat her in words, and couldn’t beat her physically, then the joy would only belong to her, while the suffering was yours alone to bear.
After a long time.
Once Luxianbei slightly regained her composure, she began to recount her experience.
“Ancestor, I wasn’t trying to deceive you on purpose. The events unfolded like this…”
From her near experience of becoming Miss Rabbit’s sacrificial offering, which forced her to swallow the witch’s egg to save her life, to her hostile survival amidst the Huacheng Siye Society and the many urban legends of Huacheng…
“Wait!” Qing Ji interrupted. “That Miss Rabbit you mentioned doesn’t sound formidable at all. You actually couldn’t defeat her? And almost became a sacrifice… What did your father teach you?”
For a moment, Qing Ji mentally categorized Luxianbei as a family disgrace.
How humiliating!
Although during Qing Ji’s time, the strength of urban legends had not been as clearly defined as it was today, he nonetheless discerned five words from Luxianbei’s description—”Miss Rabbit is not impressive!”
At that level of urban legend, even my son Yuebo could defeat her at ten years old! After a quiet comparison in his mind, Qing Ji reached this conclusion.
“My father…” Luxianbei frowned, a complex expression flickering in her eyes. “My father has never seen any knowledge related to spirit energy. As for the reason, I don’t have a definite answer yet.”
After a pause, she added, “Actually, a year and a half ago, I still thought my father was an ordinary person. His life wasn’t going well, just barely getting by with our family’s restaurant.”
Luxianbei felt her father was great; he had indeed shielded her from storms for over a decade. It was true that her father’s life was miserable as well.
A family-owned restaurant? Qing Ji was slightly taken aback, his eyes dimming with an unexplainable feeling.
When he heard Luxianbei mention the family restaurant, something within his thoughts stirred, as if he was on the verge of grasping something important, only to finally sever the line, leaving behind ripples of confusion.
Noticing Qing Ji’s unusual expression, Luxianbei quietly asked, “Ancestor, is something wrong?”
Qing Ji steadied his mind, looking at Luxianbei with a raised eyebrow. “It’s nothing. Go on…”
“Oh, okay.” Luxianbei nodded thoughtfully and continued her narration.
So, her past flowed like water, slowly streaming before Qing Ji…
When Luxianbei mentioned that she had stumbled upon the sword hilt of Ling Tai Purification, which enabled the broken sword to be reforged, Qing Ji couldn’t help but interrupt again. “So you were worried I’d harm you, which is why you concealed your identity?”
“Yes!” Luxianbei replied without hesitation. “At that time, I had never seen a talking broken sword!”
“If what’s hidden within the sword is not a person of your virtue, righteousness, and deep understanding, wouldn’t it be dangerous for me to expose my identity recklessly?”
“Moreover, this world is so chaotic; who doesn’t have a few aliases?”
Though, I might have a few too many aliases… Luxianbei internally added.
“Aliases?” Qing Ji showed confusion.
“Also known as nicknames! In this world, who uses their real name? Don’t you think so?” Luxianbei explained.
Qing Ji nodded in understanding.
With the things Luxianbei had done, more than half could be considered akin to a bandit.
In this world, when do bandits show up to rob without having a nickname?
Back in the day, even when he robbed from the wealthy to assist the needy or when he rendezvoused with a beautiful confidante, he did it the same way.
“Continue!”
Though Luxianbei’s experiences after becoming an urban legend seemed more tedious than the works of third-rate writers to Qing Ji, he hadn’t yet heard what he wanted, so he decided to keep listening.
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After finally finishing Luxianbei’s account, Qing Ji’s expression darkened as he solemnly pressed, “Is that all? Is this where it ends?”
“That’s it!” Luxianbei replied blandly, shrugging her hands.
What else could there be? Aside from the proxy player sister, I’ve revealed everything!
The proxy player sister had killed the ancestor before, but it’s been so long; he wouldn’t still hold a grudge, would he?
Could it be about the fragments of Ling Tai Purification being broken?
Thinking of this, Luxianbei slyly observed Qing Ji’s expression and tentatively probed, “Ancestor, I can’t be blamed entirely for the fragments breaking; the fragments were held by Huasang, so she should be at least ninety percent responsible, right?”
“Don’t speak nonsense! How could the remnants of Ling Tai Purification break?” Qing Ji retorted. “If they really broke, then they must have been fakes!”
Fakes? Then where’s the real one? Is it still at Dachunyang Palace? Should I ask that old man Zhang Hainan later? Luxianbei thought.
At this moment, Qing Ji suddenly stood up, pointing at her nose with a hint of anger and asked, “What about your fiancée? What’s going on with Gu Qiqi? And what about Huasang? Are there any other fiancées?”
“You rambled on about a bunch of things, and yet the most important details, you didn’t mention, right?”
“Hmph! A jade must be polished to become a gem; without being hit, a person cannot be honest. It seems I didn’t practice you enough just now?!”
Seeing Qing Ji draw his long sword, Luxianbei’s eyelids twitched. She hurriedly retreated in a panic and cried, “No, no, Ancestor, please don’t!”
“I only know that Gu Qiqi is my father’s mess, and Huasang has no idea what’s going on, let alone any other fiancées. Even if you hit me a hundred times, I can’t explain it!”
“If you can’t explain it, you won’t be able to say anything else?” Qing Ji swung his long sword, his voice resonating. “What are your thoughts? You should at least make a choice, right?”
“It’s not…” Luxianbei bitterly replied, “Ancestor, I really can’t choose!”
“Can’t choose?” Qing Ji’s expression darkened as his wrist flicked lightly, causing the long sword to emit a dragon’s roar. The blade shimmered ominously, and his aura suddenly surged, distorting the surrounding air.
In the next moment, the sword was pressed against Luxianbei’s neck.
Luxianbei, “!!!”
She could clearly feel the contained, violent sword energy on the blade scraping against her skin like needles.
However, Qing Ji merely held the sword there without making further moves.
As if it were merely a strong intimidation.
“Granddaughter… you see, I only have a remnant of my soul left. I might disappear any day now. Could you fulfill one wish of mine before I vanish?”
Luxianbei glanced at the sword on her neck and then at Qing Ji, weakly saying, “You, you say…”
“I was unwell in my youth and couldn’t live many years. When I left this world, my son Yuebo wasn’t yet married, and he has no descendants…” Qing Ji spoke, a deep sadness flashing in his eyes.
“Not being able to see my son Yuebo marry and become a father is my greatest regret. Could you slightly alleviate my regret before I fade away?”
Luxianbei thought for a moment and responded earnestly, “Ancestor, that might be difficult!”
“To be honest, I don’t even know where my great-grandfather is buried, let alone how to have you witness him get married and have children.”
Even if I knew where he was buried, it’d be absurd to dig up my own ancestral grave and arrange a ghost marriage for my great-grandfather, right?
Digging my own grave is already outrageous… Luxianbei mused.
She genuinely didn’t understand, or was she pretending not to understand? Qing Ji’s mouth twitched slightly as he switched hands to grip the sword, pressing it harder against Luxianbei’s neck, the blade almost cutting into her flesh.
“In fact, if I could see you married and having children, it would be the same.”
Luxianbei, “…”
Got it! This is the legendary urging of marriage from elders, right?
But pressing a sword against my neck to urge marriage is a bit too hardcore, isn’t it?
Luxianbei never imagined that at the age of nineteen, she’d be urged to marry by an elder, and in such a way.
Looking at the long sword in Qing Ji’s hand and recalling the hundred and thirty-seven instances of d*ath she had just experienced, she felt her heart racing and explained, “It’s not that I can’t choose; it’s just that I don’t want to choose any of them. I already have someone I love…”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Qing Ji was momentarily taken aback, and then his expression changed at an astonishing speed. A knowing grin appeared on his face as he lowered the sword and leaned closer to Luxianbei, winking, “Who is it? Quick, tell me!”
That look resembled a mischievous friend hearing about your crush, filled with intense gossip and curiosity.
Under Qing Ji’s gaze, Luxianbei felt like an innocent youth being teased. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she stammered for a long time without being able to say anything.
Most people in Z Country are usually good at, yet not good at expressing their feelings for someone. Even just mentioning it would cause shyness.
Weaknesses of the Huacheng Torture King +1.
Women, whether they influence her speed of unsheathing the sword, she wasn’t so sure, but they indeed affected her pace of speaking.
Seeing Luxianbei unable to utter a word for a long time, Qing Ji observed her, then calmly analyzed and guessed boldly, arriving at a shocking conclusion that changed his expression entirely.
“Wait! You’re not falling for some lad, are you?”
Luxianbei, “???”
Shocked, what did I do to lead you to such a conclusion?
“Actually…” Qing Ji assessed her again, “I’m not particularly concerned about whether it’s the great-granddaughter being wooed or the great-granddaughter being married off. As the saying goes, a girl chasing a boy is like a layer of gauze; you should be a bit more proactive!”
“If it doesn’t work, you can use a curse. I learned the reverse curse flower technique from Miaojiang Guji, and I also learned the eternal love curse from the Three Lives and Three Worlds.”
What sort of bizarre methods are those… Luxianbei facepalmed and explained, “Ancestor, you misunderstood! The person I love isn’t a guy; it’s a girl.”
“Oh? What’s her name?”
“Her name…” Luxianbei hesitated for a moment and bit her lip, “is Bai Xiaohua.”
The two characters “Jiang Li” were hard to say out loud; she felt too shy.
Moreover, since Qing Ji had already started “urging marriage with a sword,” who knows what absurd things he might do after learning about Jiang Li’s existence—scaring the girl would be even worse.
Furthermore, if I really end up marrying and having children, I will definitely be the first to inform my ancestor! Luxianbei thought.
Qing Ji suspiciously eyed Luxianbei and pressed, “Bai Xiaohua? How old is she? Where does she live?”
“Eighteen, lives in Hero City.”
Seeing that Luxianbei answered without any hesitation, Qing Ji relaxed. “What’s her personality like?”
“Although she can be a bit fierce and always looks grumpy, she’s actually a tsundere, um, the type with a tough exterior but a soft heart…” Luxianbei replied confidently.
She knew Bai Xiaohua’s information so well that she could recite it better than any textbook.
After answering Qing Ji’s questions, she thoughtfully provided additional details about Bai Xiaohua’s height, weight, favorite foods, catchphrases, complemented by the expression in her eyes that seemed to bloom like peach blossoms when thinking of Bai Xiaohua, almost making one believe…
Wait, Bai Xiaohua is already my wife! Luxianbei thought.
“Tough exterior, soft heart?” Qing Ji frowned and mumbled, “Ah, I didn’t expect you to fall for this type of girl…”
“Also?” Luxianbei tilted her head.
“N-no, it’s nothing.” A hint of awkwardness and panic flashed in Qing Ji’s eyes, as if afraid Luxianbei would linger on this topic. He hurriedly changed the subject, “By the way, when will you bring that Miss Bai to meet me?”
“Let’s talk about it later! I just want to know why ‘also’!” Luxianbei pressed.
You want me to speak ill of Little Yan Zhi? I wouldn’t dare… Qing Ji’s mouth twitched slightly as he switched topics again, “Do you want to learn my new move from earlier? I’ll teach you today.”
“I want to!” Luxianbei blurted out.
“Then… are you… ready…?”
As Qing Ji emphasized the last sentence, his words slowed down unexpectedly, as if time had stretched, and Luxianbei’s vision suddenly blurred.
Then.
She saw a vibrant, colorless flower blooming quietly in Qing Ji’s palm…
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On the other side.
As Luxianbei formally began learning new moves from Qing Ji and resumed her mode of enduring hits, the gaming club’s manager looked at the surveillance video and panicked completely.
In the video, Luxianbei was alone in the private room, slumped on the sofa, eyes tightly closed, body convulsing continuously, spewing frothy white foam from her mouth.
Didn’t they say there wouldn’t be any sudden deaths? The manager swallowed hard and quietly took out his phone to dial emergency services…
