ebookland Chapter 223 The Ghost King Hates Women the Most
Chapter 223 The Ghost King Hates Women the Most
Yu Che seemed to be looking forward to her answer, "You can try my cooking, sir."
Yun Fuzhao had no intention of returning to the Southern Continent. Her original plan was to rest at the Nameless Family after testing Yu Che.
With such a great opportunity presented to her, she naturally wanted to seize it.
"sure."
Yun Fuzhao stared at him, "Let me help you."
"it is good."
In the time that followed, Yun Fuzhao tested him whenever he had the chance. Unfortunately, his answers were so flawless that Yun Fuzhao couldn't find a single flaw.
After all that effort, she was exhausted.
"Sir, you are so hospitable today."
Yu Che's face flushed slightly. "I'm a little overwhelmed."
"..."
Your statement is quite ambiguous.
She was clearly testing him, so how did it come out as passion in his mouth?
Yun Fuzhao couldn't understand his thought process, but she didn't plan to continue testing him. If he really was an undercover agent, then she would see what he wanted to know.
"Try this, my lord."
He used clean chopsticks to put a large chicken leg into Yunfu Zhao's bowl.
It's still braised chicken legs.
While she was helping out, her mind was elsewhere. She didn't notice that the dishes he cooked were surprisingly delicious and visually appealing.
Judging from the presentation, he must be very good at cooking.
"Do even the demon race need to learn cooking?"
"It's just a personal hobby of mine," Yu Che said, displaying the qualities of a devoted husband and father. "This hobby is certainly not respectable in the ghost realm."
Yun Fuzhao seemed to be deep in thought.
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Enjoy your meal, sir."
After finishing her meal, Yun Fuzhao returned to the nameless family.
Yu Che stood quietly watching her leave. After a while, he turned and went back into the house. The seat where Yun Fuzhao had just sat was now occupied by a handsome man.
Yu Che quickly bowed to the other party, "Ghost Lord."
Que Yu toyed with the teacup that Yun Fuzhao had used. His eyes were dark and unfathomable.
"Who told you to do something unnecessary?"
Upon hearing these casual words, the ghost immediately knelt down in fright, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I just didn't want her to notice."
Que Yu remained silent.
He had known all along that Yun Fuzhao was coming to test Yu Che, so he had the ghost in front of him take his place long ago.
The scene from earlier flashed through his mind.
Yu Che smiled as he put food into her bowl, the scene so warm and cozy that it seemed as if the two of them were truly a reclusive couple.
Ignoring the strange emotions in her heart, Que Yu said, "You did a very good job."
"Thank you, Your Majesty. It is all I should do."
For a long while, the Ghost King remained silent.
The ghosts cautiously looked up, only to find their ghost lord pouring himself a cup of tea and savoring it.
After sitting for a while, he turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared.
The ghosts belatedly realized that the cup the Ghost Lord had just used to drink tea was the one Yun Fuzhao had just used.
Let's not tell him. The Demon King hates women the most.
……
Hu Zhiyuan was awakened by a commotion. He opened his eyes and glanced outside; it was still dark.
Logically speaking, those bastards shouldn't be up yet. What exactly is that sound outside?
The noise was so loud that he couldn't sleep at all. Hu Zhiyuan threw off the covers and rushed off angrily to find the source of the sound.
He quickly located the source of the sound at the training ground.
He stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
"What...what on earth is going on?!"
He glanced at Yu Zhiyue, who was in the lead, and asked, "Yu Zhiyue, what's wrong with you now?"
"Chieftain, didn't you see? We're practicing swordsmanship."
Hu Zhiyuan said in a fit of rage, "I only asked you if you were crazy because I knew you were practicing swordsmanship."
He snatched the sword from Yu Zhiyue's hand, "This is the Northern Continent, what are you doing making this kind of shameful thing?! Do you want all the cultivators in the world to laugh at me?"
Yu Zhiyue quickly snatched back her precious sword, clutching it protectively to her chest like a treasure. "It's not something shameful; it's my lifeblood!"
The disciples behind Yu Zhiyue echoed, "That's right, we're all counting on him to turn things around!"
Hu Zhiyuan laughed so hard he almost fell over, as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world. "You think you can turn things around? Don't be ridiculous. A bunch of hopeless good-for-nothings, where do you get your confidence from?"
She was so humiliated by his words that she immediately turned red with anger.
After laughing enough, Hu Zhiyuan raised his hand, and the tall men he had brought with him stepped forward to snatch their swords.
"This is my territory, don't even think about cultivating this thing."
How could the disciples possibly be a match for these few Spirit Void stage cultivators? The precious sword was forcibly snatched away from them.
In the end, only Yu Zhiyue's sword was not taken away.
She was, after all, a member of the Yu family, and Hu Zhiyuan was still somewhat wary of her.
"Yu Zhiyue, you'd better hand this over voluntarily, or your friends behind you will be in trouble."
If he doesn't dare to touch Yu Zhiyue, why wouldn't he dare to touch these disciples who have no background?
Hearing this, Yu Zhiyue clenched her fingers in anger. "You..."
Hu Zhiyuan was most happy to see her fail. "If you don't hand it in by the time I count to three, your friends will be punished for breaking the rules."
The men were pale-faced. They knew how ruthless Hu Zhiyuan was. If they really fell into his hands, they would be severely injured.
"Senior Sister Yu..."
"Why don't you give the sword to the clan leader first?"
The requests from the group made Yu Zhiyue waver. She gripped her sword tightly, her heart filled with turmoil.
If she handed the sword over, she would never get it back. But as the leader, how could she watch her younger brother be punished because of her?
Hu Zhiyuan: "It seems your sword is more important than your friends. In that case, arrest them all and take them to the Discipline Hall!"
"Wait!"
Yu Zhiyue closed her eyes and handed over the sword, saying, "Here you go! Don't touch them!"
Hu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "That's more like it."
He took the sword and said to one of his disciples, "Go and bring the furnace."
"Yes."
A bad thought flashed through Yu Zhiyue's mind.
Soon, two disciples carried over the huge furnace.
This is the refining furnace used by weapon refiners.
Yu Zhiyue's pupils contracted; he was planning to melt these swords!
Absolutely not, this is Master's hard work.
Hu Zhiyuan smiled, "Throw all these shameful things in."
His disciple did as he was told, picking up the sword and preparing to throw it into the furnace.
Yu Zhiyue immediately stepped forward to stop him, but Hu Zhiyuan stopped her, asking, "What do you want to do?"
“Clan leader, you cannot refine these swords; they are the fruits of my master’s labor.”
"Your master? When did you get a master?" Hu Zhiyuan panicked a little. Could it be some big shot that the Yu family hired for her?
"yesterday."
A voice came.
Hu Zhiyuan looked over and saw a handsome man slowly walking towards him. He narrowed his eyes and said unfriendly, "I heard you wanted to melt my sword?"