Chapter 497: Bro, You Smell Amazing
Hearing this, Young Master Sang could practically imagine Huo Longyuan’s exploding mindset back then.
The Ksitigarbha Soul was ready; as soon as his wife died, he’d race over to the Underworld to drag her back. As long as he wasn’t the unluckiest of the bunch, there was always a chance to bring her back to life.
With this cycle repeating, maybe if luck was on his side, he could let her live until the seal was lifted, then he could personally go down to retrieve his wife and ascend together.
But of course, he was the kind of guy who could choke on a glass of water with his bad luck.
Excitedly holding the Ksitigarbha Soul to bring his wife home, he discovered she was already somewhere else, being born again. All the hard work he put into it went down the drain.
Anyone would have a mental breakdown over that.
“Originally, Huo Longyuan planned to have his wife, Luo Qingqing, take over everything in the Holy Kingdom.”
“He wanted her to succeed him as emperor and continue ruling the world while gathering Ksitigarbha treasures to await his return to the mortal realm to take her up to heaven.”
“But it didn’t work out; his first reincarnation failed.”
“So, the remaining plans went up in smoke, and the mentally broken Huo Longyuan had to leave a clone to watch over the Ksitigarbha Soul while he shed his physical body and returned to the upper realms.”
Nian Nian spoke softly: “Huo Longyuan initially thought if he couldn’t find a way to revive souls that had reincarnated in the Abyss Realm, maybe there would be a way outside.”
“But he didn’t have a system. If he had one, it would have responsibly told him ahead of time that there wasn’t a way outside either.”
“Reincarnation means new life. There’s nothing to gain by reminiscing about the past.”
“He was just working hard for nothing.”
Hearing this, Young Master Sang rubbed his chin thoughtfully and then said softly, “Since the Longyuan clone in the royal tomb said he would rather give the Ksitigarbha treasure to me than to himself…”
“That clone was actually Huo Longyuan during his prime, the First Holy Emperor,” Nian Nian explained.
“At that time, Huo Longyuan was wholeheartedly devoted to Luo Qingqing, purely love-struck. He could abandon everything for the woman he loved.”
“Naturally, his clone wasn’t a normal person either.”
“After the original’s soul returned to the upper realms, the clone didn’t know whether it would go down the same path as those Primordial Deities or stay true to its roots.”
“Though it’s highly likely the original wouldn’t change its heart, the clone probably wanted to leave the Ksitigarbha treasure for its descendants to safeguard.”
Gotta admit, Young Master Sang didn’t entirely dislike that thought.
But in any case, it was fortunate that this clone chose to give the Ksitigarbha treasure to Huo Ningxue.
That saved him a lot of trouble, allowing him to directly claim a Ksitigarbha treasure.
“So, has the original really changed its heart now?”
“Curious?” Nian Nian shrugged, “The host could ask him face-to-face after the seal is broken.”
“…Thanks a lot,” Young Master Sang glared at Nian Nian speechlessly.
Nian Nian stuck her tongue out at him and turned her head with a huff.
“So that means…”
Young Master Sang held the little bronze bell in hand, playing with it as he said, “With this, I can directly head to the Underworld and fish out that old guy Li Shanyan to get him back to work?”
“Sure, but did the host forget something important?”
“What?”
“Li Shanyan’s body is still buried in the royal tomb.”
“…”
“And, pulling the soul back with the Ksitigarbha soul counts as a form of reincarnation,” Nian Nian adjusted her glasses and said softly, “After all, Li Shanyan’s original body has completely decayed and reached its lifespan limit.”
“To bring him back, you’d need to create a brand new body!”
Hearing this, Young Master Sang instantly frowned, “Please tell me it doesn’t involve any sort of life for a life exchange!”
“Dummy host! Don’t you have the Ksitigarbha Jade? Just create a body for him!”
“…Right.”
And when Nian Nian said that, an inexplicable image suddenly popped into Young Master Sang’s mind.
If I create a body for him… does that mean I can choose whatever I feel like?
What if I gave that white-bearded old man Li Shanyan the body of a little loli or a busty diva…
Ugh. After he’s revived, would his first act be to chop me up?
But just imagining that scene was tough to hold in. The more I think about it, the more I want to laugh.
There was even a little excitement in it.
“…Hey, host, you’re laughing like a creep.”
“Ahem. It’s nothing.”
In the end, out of concern for an old friend, Young Master Sang abandoned that thought.
However, the matter of reviving Li Shanyan would have to wait until he crafted a good body.
“Anyway, job well done.”
“Time to sleep. Tomorrow, I’ll go home to be Little Ying’s punching bag.”
Just as Young Master Sang felt satisfied and put away the Ksitigarbha Soul, closing his eyes to prepare for sleep…
A soft call came from the door:
“Sang Fei~ Are you asleep?”
Young Master Sang instinctively wanted to answer.
But years of interacting with women made him realize that if he responded, he’d probably lose his head.
So he forcibly swallowed the words that came to his lips, falling silent and pretending to be asleep.
Unfortunately, he underestimated Huo Ningxue.
“Are you really asleep~”
“Then, I’m coming in~”
After calling softly a few times, Huo Ningxue confirmed Young Master Sang was asleep and quietly opened the door, tiptoeing inside.
She wore only a thin gray backless nightgown, the sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing her smooth arm and alluring back, looking especially enchanting in the moonlight.
“Sang Fei… are you asleep?”
She carefully crept to Young Master Sang’s bedside, looking at his tightly closed eyes.
“Are you really asleep?”
“I went through all the trouble to bring you to the Holy Kingdom, and you’re just going to sleep without doing anything?” Her voice carried a hint of grievance.
What do you mean I’m really asleep?
What else would I be doing if not sleeping?
“You, you can’t sleep! If you sleep, I won’t be satisfied!”
She gently shook Young Master Sang, but her touch was soft and delicate, hesitantly unsure whether to wake him or let him rest.
In the end, as if she had been sulking with herself and finally compromised,
Huo Ningxue bent down, gently slipped off her lotus shoes, and climbed barefoot onto Young Master Sang’s bed.
Then, like a little kitten, she nuzzled into the blankets next to him.
Though Young Master Sang kept his eyes tightly closed, he could still clearly feel:
A soft body had slipped under the covers with him.
It pressed snugly against his arm, lying there.
She even rested her head on his chest and cautiously sniffed a bit.
“Mm…”
“Sang Fei, you smell amazing.” She smiled, somewhat enamored.
…Oh no.
Am I about to be eaten? Young Master Sang thought anxiously.
