My Wife is A Sword God

As the aftermath subsided and the chaos dissipated, the fallen ghosts suddenly came to their senses.

“Where’s that boy? Where did he go?”

“He actually managed to dodge the fatal strike of the Ghost General’s Flash Finger Technique.”

“Even so, he must have suffered significant injuries from the close encounter with that power. If we can capture him, we’ll surely be rewarded by Lord Shentu!”

“Then why aren’t we chasing after him? He’s heavily injured and can’t run far!”

Driven by the promise of rewards, all the ghost soldiers sprang into action, except for Ghost Emperor Zhang Heng, who floated indifferently in the air, observing everything.

At that moment, he noticed something and glanced down at the cuff of his right sleeve, where a conspicuous black mark remained—a trace left by Qin Feng’s Thunder!

“Interesting,” Zhang Heng muttered as he glanced in the direction of the Gate of Hell, his eyes narrowing slightly. Then, with a flicker, he disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was back on Negate Bridge.

Seeing Zhang Heng return alone, Zhao Wenhao realized that the capture mission had failed and couldn’t help but feel surprised.

Among the five Ghost Generals, if it came down to speed, none could match Zhang Heng. Yet even he hadn’t managed to catch the intruder, indicating the intruder’s extraordinary nature.

Zhou Qi stared fixedly at the barrier, not turning his head as he asked, “Did you fail?”

Zhang Heng replied, “Not exactly. I severely injured the boy, so the others should be able to capture him.”

Curious, Zhao Wenhao asked, “Are you saying you let him go?”

“I gave him a chance with one move. Since he didn’t die, I couldn’t be bothered to chase him further,” Zhang Heng admitted openly. With so many ghost soldiers present at the Gate of Hell, there was no point in hiding the truth.

“Why?” Zhou Qi asked lightly.

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“That boy is the son of the Southern Ghost Emperor, who ventured into this realm alone to save his father. I admire his courage, and that’s all there is to it,” Zhang Heng explained.

“This”Zhao Wenhao was momentarily stunned, and then looked at Zhou Qi. 

“If that’s the case, he will surely try to disrupt the punishment of Hades in two days, although the possibility is slim.”

The punishment of Hades carried a fearsome reputation in the Netherworld. It was not something easily disrupted. There had been attempts to rescue those sentenced to the punishment of Hades in the past, but they all ended with the would-be rescuers suffering the same fate.

As for attempting a rescue from the Abyssal Prison, it was nothing but a fool’s errand. Currently, only Zhou Qi had the power to open the Abyssal Prison.

With this in mind, Zhao Wenhao looked up to the sky, waiting to see how Zhou Qi would handle the situation.

Zhou Qi said lightly, “Even though it’s just a minor annoyance, causing trouble in the Netherworld is still annoying.” 

“Zhao Wenhao, go and capture him regardless of the consequences. As for Zhang Heng, for taking matters into your own hands, you will be punished to stay at the Negate Bridge and guard the border without leaving.”

“Understood,” Zhang Heng accepted readily.

After Zhou Qi’s orders were given, he continued, “Ghost Lord is overseeing the barrier, and there is no one guarding the seal. Before the punishment of Hades takes place, I will be there. If there are any emergencies, inform me.”

“Understood,” Zhao Wenhao replied respectfully.

When Zhao Wenhao looked up again, there was no trace of Zhou Qi.

After Zhou Qi had left, Zhao Wenhao was about to depart when Zhang Heng suddenly spoke up, “Don’t you think that recent events have been too coincidental?”

Zhao Wenhao halted in his tracks. “What do you mean?”

“After the balance of life and death was disrupted, there have been frequent anomalies in the Netherworld.” 

“Shentu seeks to destroy the Southern Ghost Emperor and has launched a war on the broken realm. Meanwhile, Ghost Lord happens to be unable to split her attention due to the damage to the barrier. Behind all this, it seems like there’s someone pulling the strings,” Zhang Heng explained.

Zhao Wenhao furrowed his brow. As a Ghost Emperor with deep experience in the Netherworld, how could he not see these issues?

“What exactly are you trying to say? Do you know who’s behind all this?” Zhao Wenhao asked.

Zhang Heng sneered, “Among the Ghost Emperors, besides the old man whose intentions I cannot fathom, who else could have such deep schemes as you? You’ve known about it for a long time, yet you pretend to be ignorant.”

Leaving those words behind, Zhang Heng turned and walked away.

Zhao Wenhao closed his eyes, contemplating deeply. After a long while, he made a certain decision and flew towards the direction of the Jade Cloud Palace in the Netherworld, where Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva resided.

Qin Feng, who was in a deep coma, seemed to be in chaotic darkness.

There was no light, nor any sound.

Suddenly, sporadic images flashed before his eyes like slides.

He saw the moment his father’s soul scattered, and he witnessed the devastating collapse of the Netherworld Realm.

In the rift of the void, within Xuan Yi’s predecessor’s memories, the eerie giant once again appeared, waving its hand to unleash a dense array of Dao scriptures that covered the sky, gradually corroding the Netherworld and leading to its destruction.

At this moment, the giant in the crevice suddenly noticed something. Countless pupils formed from flesh on its patched-together body all turned towards Qin Feng, as if the gaze carried a certain magical power, drawing Qin Feng’s consciousness closer.

A bewitching voice echoed in Qin Feng’s ears, “Primordial Qi, merge with me and become one!”

Just as Qin Feng was on the verge of succumbing to it, a bright moonlight pierced through the darkness and shone upon his head.

A gentle voice followed, “Wake up!”

Qin Feng abruptly opened his eyes and sat up. He looked around; he seemed to be in a stone cave. 

At this moment, he was lying on the stone bed, looking out through the cracks in the stone. The sky was dark, and it was obvious that he had been unconscious for a long time.

Tubo, now smaller in size, hurried over upon hearing movement. “Young Master, you’re finally awake.”

Qin Feng rubbed his forehead and asked, “How long was I unconscious?”

Tubo pondered for a moment before replying, “All in all, about three hours. Young Master, this time, you truly escaped from death.”

Then Tubo began recounting the process of rescuing Qin Feng, portraying his loyal protection of the young master vividly amidst the perilous circumstances.

Qin Feng sincerely thanked him, “I misunderstood you before and thought you were a cowardly fellow who feared death.” 

“If it weren’t for you this time, I would have been in real danger. But what makes me curious is why you didn’t hesitate to enter the Gate of Hell from the start. Were you waiting for an opportunity to rescue me?”

Tubo, a bit embarrassed by the words, was about to say something when a charming voice sounded from the entrance of the cave.

“This fellow’s escape speed can even rival that of Ghost Emperor Zhang Heng. Do you really expect it to be loyal? If I hadn’t happened to encounter it, how could it have risked its life to rush back and save you?”

Following the voice, Qin Feng saw the graceful figure of Meng Shuang. However, she appeared to have been through a fierce battle, with a lackluster complexion and many unhealed wounds.

Before Qin Feng could inquire, Meng Shuang brought forth a bowl of medicinal soup from the side.

Not only was the soup murky, but it also emitted a pungent odor.

“I know you have many questions. Drink this first to replenish your vitality, and then we can talk,” Meng Shuang said.

“Alright,” Qin Feng took the medicinal soup without hesitation. Its pungent odor, mixed with a hint of alcohol, assaulted his senses.

After a moment of hesitation, he finally drank the soup. As the saying goes, good medicine tastes bitter.

Crack!

The bowl shattered, and Qin Feng fell into unconsciousness once again.

Tubo exclaimed in shock: “What happened to him?” 

Meng Shuang muttered to herself, “Tsk, another failure.”