The invincible female ghost is a bit love-struck.

Chapter 38 Zhao Qiao'er is a virgin

boom!

With a loud crash, the wooden door of the side hall was violently kicked open.

Lu Yuan was squatting on the cold stone bricks with his back to the door.

Holding a pen in one hand and dipping the other in cinnabar, he wielded the brush with incredible speed and skill, sketching intricate runes on the ground.

The night air chilled the room, but he didn't even lift his head.

"Did you ask me to accept the things Zhao Qiao'er gave you?"

His voice was calm, yet it carried a hint of questioning.

"You actually agreed to something worth hundreds of thousands?"

"How am I supposed to face anyone after this? How am I supposed to repay this favor?!"

A disheveled figure slipped in; it was the old man reeking of alcohol.

He completely ignored Lu Yuan's complaints and walked straight past him.

A pair of cloudy yet piercing eyes were fixed on the black lacquered coffin in the center of the hall.

"If I don't accept it for you, do you believe that steward surnamed Wang could stand at the mountain gate for three days and three nights?"

The old man snorted and, as he spoke, quickly walked to the coffin.

"If you don't want it, you can just give it back to her yourself later."

"Anyway, you'll have to go to Fengtian City sooner or later to break her illusions."

Before he finished speaking, his calloused, rough hand had already placed on the coffin lid.

The moment his fingertips touched the coffin, his brow furrowed sharply.

"What's going on with this thing?"

Lu Yuan then stopped writing, looked up at the old man beside the coffin, and said succinctly.

"A ghost bride arranged for a ghost marriage."

"After death, his eyes were gouged out, his tongue was pulled out, his legs were broken, and he was nailed to the coffin using insidious methods."

"I can't solve it, you do it."

After saying that, he lowered his head and prepared to continue drawing the magic circle.

"Alas!"

The old man curled his lip in disgust and let out a strange cry.

"Do you think I'm a god?"

"Bring all this stuff back for me to fix!!"

He cursed under his breath, but his movements didn't stop. With a sudden burst of strength, he slammed his shoulder into the coffin lid.

"Squeak—"

After a tooth-grinding scraping sound, he pried open half of the heavy coffin lid.

By the flickering candlelight and oil lamp in the hall, the old man craned his neck and glanced into the dark coffin.

Just one glance.

He straightened up, looked up at Lu Yuan who was squatting not far away, and uttered three words decisively.

"It can't be fixed."

Lu Yuan seemed completely unsurprised.

Last night, he personally experienced how troublesome the curse was.

He turned his head, stared into the old man's eyes, and asked again:

"Then, looking at the entire area outside the Great Wall, who can handle it?"

"Would the Grand Celestial Master be suitable?"

The old man shook his head decisively.

Even if the Grand Celestial Master came, he would have no choice but to stare blankly.

Lu Yuan's brows furrowed instantly.

"Even the Grand Celestial Master can't handle it?"

"The person who performed that move back then must have possessed extraordinary abilities..."

The old man shook his head at this, looking at Gu Qingwan inside the coffin and saying:

"The person who performed this move back then wasn't necessarily very skilled. In my opinion, at most he was just a beginner one-star celestial master."

Ok?

Lu Yuan was completely dumbfounded.

The Celestial Masters are divided into five stars, with the first star being the lowest.

"Could a one-star Celestial Master really set up such a scheme?"

"She's incredibly fierce now. A curse cast by a one-star celestial master—and she can't even break it herself?"

The old man shook his head and mumbled incoherently:

"No, no."

"This is what they call 'one thing subdues another.'"

"A mere kid who's only been learning for three years can still make a corpse-suppressing talisman that can pin an old zombie that's been cultivating for a hundred years to the spot, unable to move."

He paused, his tone turning serious.

"Moreover, these insidious techniques she uses have been like maggots clinging to her, sucking away a hundred years of malevolent energy."

"Over the course of a century, the more skilled she has become, the more solid her technique has become."

"Now this thing has become one with her."

"Nobody can fix this now. Even if we invited that old Taoist priest Shen Jizhou from Wuqing Temple, he would only be able to stare blankly."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan fell silent, lowering his head and remaining completely still.

The old man closed the coffin lid again with a muffled thud.

"Return it to where it was brought back from."

"This stuff is extremely malevolent, don't touch it, you hear me?"

Lu Yuan kept his head down and remained silent, but he drew even faster with the vermilion pen in his hand.

The old man stood beside the coffin, looking at his apprentice's stubborn temper, sighed helplessly, and then changed the subject.

"Almost at the Celestial Master realm?"

Lu Yuan nodded sullenly.

"Yeah, it's just one step away from success."

"Alright." The old man nodded.

"Don't mess with this broken coffin these next few days. I've prepared two pieces of pink spirit meat for you in the storeroom. Eat them and you'll break through to the Celestial Master level quickly."

Hearing this, Lu Yuan replied without looking up.

"What's the rush? It's bound to happen sooner or later."

"Wouldn't it be better to save that 20,000 yuan for you to buy yourself some alcohol?"

Breaking through through spiritual and physical means would be a complete waste of resources. He has a system; he can easily level up by exorcising an evil spirit. There's no need to waste money on that.

He wasn't trying to compete for the empty title of "youngest Celestial Master outside the Great Wall".

The old man, however, became unusually serious.

"This time is different."

"You must go through this mess with Zhao Qiao'er's family in your capacity as a Taoist priest."

Oh?

These words finally made Lu Yuanshe raise his head. He looked at the old man with a puzzled expression, then lowered his head again to continue drawing talismans.

"How so?"

The old man lowered his voice a few decibels.

"When Wang Fu came a couple of days ago, I smelled something strange about his scent."

Lu Yuan paused, his hand holding the talisman brush pausing, and suddenly looked up.

"Is there something wrong with the person?"

"He's fine," the old man shook his head, "but he's been tainted with 'illness energy'."

Sickness?

Before Lu Yuan could ask further, the old man threw out another unfamiliar term.

"Like the unique technique of the 'King of Fate' among the ten families—the disease-inducing method."

Ten companies?

The Wang family that brings death?

What are all these things?

Seeing Lu Yuan's blank expression, the old man rummaged in his pocket for a while, pulled out a yellowed handwritten book, and threw it directly at him.

"Watch this before you go to Zhao Qiao'er's house."

"Focus on the part about the 'King's Family of Fate'."

Lu Yuan caught it subconsciously; it felt heavy in his hand. He didn't open it; he hadn't finished his work yet.

Then the old man looked at Lu Yuan and raised an eyebrow, saying:

"So, don't do anything else these next two days, just focus on breaking through to the Celestial Master level."

"Then hurry to Zhao Qiao'er's house."

"Wang Fu was afflicted by the illness emanating from the Wang family, and Zhao Qiao'er will likely not escape it either."

"If you go too late, or if you go but are not strong enough, your Aunt Qiao'er probably won't live past the end of the year."

Hearing the old man's words, Lu Yuan nodded solemnly and put the handwritten copy into his pocket.

The old man is rarely serious, so I have to take this seriously!

It seems I must settle Gu Qingwan in tonight, and then I need to start working on my breakthrough tomorrow.

After putting down the handwritten copy, Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow at the old man with a strange expression and said:

"You seem to care quite a bit about the Zhao family, don't you?"

This old man does nothing but drink and sleep all day long, and he's never bothered to look at other people's business.

Today they not only interfered, but also urged him to go. It's like the sun has risen in the west.

The old man, however, gave an irrelevant answer, shaking his head and muttering something under his breath.

"Song Meiqin is no good."

Lu Yuan: "?"

What the hell? Aunt Qin isn't good enough?

The old man smacked his lips and said again:

"At the very least, she can't be the eldest daughter-in-law."

"Your zodiac signs don't match, and your birth charts clash."

"She's quite suitable to be the younger one."

Lu Yuan: "????"

The old man was completely oblivious, continuing to shake his head and even showing a satisfied smile on his face.

"But Zhao Qiao'er is capable."

"Their zodiac signs are compatible, their birth charts are also aligned, she'll bring good fortune to her husband!"

"I glimpsed that woman from afar last year. She's got a lot of fertility. With that big ass, she'll give you at least ten boys!"

"She still has money; she can afford to support her!"

Lu Yuan: "??????"

Then, the old man leaned closer mysteriously, lowered his voice, as if he were sharing some earth-shattering secret.

"I've already checked it."

"Don't let her age fool you; she's a virgin, she's never been in that kind of situation before."

"Kid, you're not at a disadvantage!"

boom! ! !

A thunderous explosion suddenly erupted between the two of them!

The heavy coffin lid, which the old man had just closed, was suddenly blown off from the inside by a tremendous force!

A blood-red figure, exuding a chilling aura, rose eerily from the coffin.