Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

Chapter 85 Goodbye, Fujoshi; More Money Required? (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

It has to be said that Xu Fu of the Death Division is truly an experienced player. He knows almost all the martial arts techniques of the Golden Light Nine Realms. However, they are not very useful to Ye Jinming, so after letting Xu Fu reincarnate four or five times, the game with Xu Fu was stopped.

After all, going through the same process over and over again is like entering a loop, which is a headache.

In contrast, Xu Fu didn't have so many worries.

However, the King of Hell's Feather is truly a good thing. No matter which world Xu Fu is from, he's not a tough nut to crack; a few slashes and he'll be showered with gold coins.

This is truly delightful!

Aside from martial arts, Xu Fu's lifelong research on the Deadly Water was also a valuable resource. Aside from granting immortality, it could cure anything, with the only side effects being becoming a slave to the Deadly Water and turning into a half-human, half-corpse state.

Now, the controversy surrounding the Ghost River's treasure in the martial arts world has had an even more profound impact.

More and more people were dying, but no one was able to break through.

Meanwhile, Bei Chen Yuan Huang took the opportunity to poison the Ghost River basin, drawing out Fu Rong Gu and Tian Lai Yan from the Southwest Mangzhe, completely igniting chaos in the martial arts world.

With Kuanglong gone, the Pit of Sin was left unchecked and went completely insane. (Originally, Po Xuanqi was there, but he was focused on finding Hao Kunlun and neglected his subordinates. As for Xiang Rixie, he was killed by Gui Liang Tianxia with a single palm strike while infiltrating Gui Liang's military headquarters at night.)

Under such circumstances, Su Huanzhen had no choice but to take action.

And as his good friend and junior brother, Tan Wuyu was equally eager to take on the role.

Of course, all this noise was unimportant to Ye Jinming, who had already arrived at the Azure Stem Wonderland.

Stepping into the Green Stem Wonderland, one is greeted by a faint, lingering scent of rouge amidst the ethereal atmosphere, accompanied by giggles.

Ye Jinming looked in the direction of the sound and saw Furong Zhuke Qiaotiangong lounging lazily on a recliner covered with snow-white fox fur.

Today, she was still wearing that same silver-white robe, but now she had added a cape, with a silk sash loosely tied around her waist, outlining her exquisite curves.

Her white hair was loose, with a uniquely shaped hairpin inserted in her hair, which was called Tiger Tail Spring Ice.

At this moment, the world-renowned female blacksmith was engrossed in reading a storybook, a warm smile on her lips, completely unaware that someone was approaching.

Ye Jinming's gaze swept over the book cover, where the title "Cold Noodles Yama and His Little Runaway Husband" was prominently displayed, and he couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly.

"Why do I always feel so strange when I see you?" Ye Jinming chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of familiar teasing.

Qiaotiangong didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, turned a page of her book, and said lazily, "What? In my own territory, this lady will naturally do whatever makes me comfortable. Do you expect me to put on airs and greet you?"

"Oh?" Ye Jinming deliberately dragged out his words, walked to her side, leaned closer, and said, "Judging from your tone, you're so casual in front of me, you don't consider me an outsider?"

A warm breath suddenly approached, startling Qiaotiangong from the world in the book. He sat up abruptly and slammed the book shut.

Her ears turned slightly red, and she glared at me with her beautiful eyes: "Hey! What do you mean by that? Are you trying to take advantage of me?"

Ye Jinming straightened up, crossed his arms, and glanced at her, deliberately showing a hint of disdain: "You're overthinking it."

"You!" Qiaotiangong was so angry at his gaze that she slammed the book on the small table next to her, stood up, and put her hands on her hips. "Ye Jinming! Explain yourself to me, what kind of look is that? Do you think I'm not pretty enough to catch your eye?"

Seeing that she was genuinely embarrassed and annoyed, Ye Jinming's smile deepened, and he quickly reassured her, "Of course not, Fu Nu's beauty is unparalleled in the world."

"Then what do you mean?" Qiaotiangong persisted, taking a step closer and looking up at him intently.

The faint, warm fragrance of hibiscus emanating from her mingled with the slightly burning scent of the sword-forging furnace, wafted towards you.

Looking at her sulky and charming appearance, Ye Jinming felt a slight stirring in his heart, but he pretended to be serious: "I just feel that—the beauty of Fu Nu is unique and cannot be easily understood by ordinary people. It is indeed difficult for the average person to get your point."

"Fine! So you're indirectly saying I lack femininity, huh?" Qiaotiangong gritted her teeth in anger, turning to leave. "Ye Jinming, I advise you to rephrase your words! Otherwise, if your 'Ink Madness' explodes, this Fu Nu won't be responsible!"

Seeing that she was threatening Mo Kuang, Ye Jinming quickly reached out and grabbed her sleeve, softening his tone: "No, no, no, it was my fault."

"Fu Nu, you are as beautiful as a fairy, as intelligent as ice, and as talented as a fairy. I was blind to your beauty, am I right?"

Hearing his insincere flattery, Qiaotian snorted, but his expression softened, and he proudly raised his chin: "That's more like it."

She turned to sit back in the recliner, but Ye Jinming quietly stepped on the corner of her trailing cloak with his toe.

Caught off guard, the skilled craftsman stumbled and fell forward with a cry of surprise.

In a flash, Ye Jinming stretched out his long arm and steadily pulled her into his embrace.

Their eyes met, and they could hear each other breathing. Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Qiaotiangong could clearly feel the warmth from his chest and the strength of his arms around her waist.

She had read countless romantic novels and was eloquent in her theoretical discussions, but now, experiencing it firsthand, she only felt her cheeks burning, her heart pounding like a drum, her mind blank, and she even forgot to struggle.

Ye Jinming looked down at the person in his arms. She was usually quick-witted and cunning, but now she was showing such a dazed and shy girlish demeanor. Her eyelashes trembled slightly and her lips were glistening, which made him lose his mind for a moment.

"What are you doing?" Qiaotiangong finally found her voice, but it trembled slightly. She reached out and pushed him away. "Let go of me now!"

Ye Jinming readily agreed and immediately let go.

"Ouch!" Qiaotiangong was caught off guard and fell hard on her bottom, making her see stars.

The air fell silent instantly, as if a few crows were cawing as they flew by.

A moment later, Qiaotiangong finally realized what had happened. Filled with shame and anger, she pointed at Ye Jinming and demanded, "Ye Jinming, did you do this on purpose?"

She had just thought this man actually had some talent; what a waste of her feelings!

Ye Jinming chuckled inwardly, but outwardly spread his hands innocently: "Didn't you tell me to let go?"

"You!" Qiaotiangong was speechless with anger. "Couldn't you have waited until I, Fu Nu, was steady on my feet before letting go?"

Ye Jinming raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly mocking: "Wouldn't that make it seem like I'm deliberately taking advantage of you?"

"Aren't you taking any now?" Qiaotiangong rubbed his sore tailbone, almost wanting to pounce on him and bite him.

Seeing that she was really angry, Ye Jinming's eyes flashed with a smile. He took a step forward, bent down without saying a word, put one hand under her knees and the other hand around her back, and picked her up horizontally.

"Ah!" Qiaotiangong exclaimed, instinctively grabbing his neck. "What are you doing?"

"To see this through to the end, I'll carry you back to your seat as an apology." Ye Jinming carried her and walked steadily toward the recliner.

His arms were strong and his embrace warm. Qiaotian leaned against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Her anger inexplicably dissipated, leaving only a trace of awkward embarrassment.

He gently placed her on the soft fox fur recliner before letting go of her hand.

Qiaotiangong immediately grabbed a book from the side to cover her burning cheeks, inwardly cursing herself for being so weak: Yulinling, Yulinling, what storms haven't you weathered? How come you panicked just from being hugged? You must have been reading too many romance novels!

Seeing her ears turn bright red as she tried to appear calm, Ye Jinming chuckled inwardly. He then changed the subject, saying seriously, "Alright, enough fooling around. Let's get down to business. How's the transformation of my Mo Kuang coming along?"

When the topic of his professional field came up, Qiaotiangong immediately regained his usual enthusiasm and cleared his throat: "Ahem, it's in the quenching stage."

Simply increasing its hardness is fine, but if you want to further enhance its power and fuse it with the materials you gave me before, it will require repeated forging and cannot be rushed.

Ye Jinming nodded: "It's alright. Fine craftsmanship produces fine results. I trust you. I didn't come here today solely for Mo Kuang. There's another matter I need your help with."

"What is it?" Qiaotiangong asked curiously.

With a wave of his hand, Ye Jinming sent a bang to the ground. A grotesque demonic blade, radiating scorching heat and malevolent energy, crashed heavily to the ground. It was none other than the Yama Desolate God Slash.

(Enma Aragami Slash: Go easy, Enma Hanmei has carried me for hundreds of years and I've never been dropped like this!)

"Hmm? This knife—" Qiaotiangong's eyes narrowed, immediately drawn to it.

She rose and approached, bending down to examine it closely. Her fingertips lightly brushed against the gem on the blade, which emitted an eerie red light. "Such a fierce aura, and the material is even more rare. This is—"

"The sword of the Demon Lord of the Otherworld, Yama Hanba," Ye Jinming explained. "The blade is inlaid with the stone of the Desolate God, radiating a chilling aura. Those wounded by this sword will have their ferocious blade energy linger in their bodies, corroding their internal organs until they are destroyed. It is an absolute weapon of destruction."

The skilled craftsman felt the faint pulse emanating from the blade at his fingertips, like the heartbeat of a living creature. His eyes flashed with the excitement of a blacksmith encountering a divine material: "Indeed extraordinary. But why are you showing me this blade?"

"I would like to ask you to help me forge a sword. This Yama Desolate God Slash is a deposit!" Ye Jinming took out a blueprint that he had prepared in advance and handed it to her.

The blade drawn on the blueprint is both imposing and elegant, with a touch of brilliance.

Qiaotiangong took the blueprints, glanced at them, and suddenly burst out laughing. He looked up at Ye Jinming with a mocking expression: "I didn't know you were such a sucker for good looks, Jinming? This new sword's design is probably seven parts appearance and three parts performance, isn't it?"

Ye Jinming smiled frankly, the sunlight falling on her face, which was even more radiant with her smile, and said meaningfully, "Ha, after all, beautiful things always make people feel happier. Just like—Fu Nu, you."

Qiaotian was taken aback by his sudden directness, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she deliberately put on a stern face: "Hmm? Smooth talker, don't try to fool this lady with those sweet talk for young girls! I haven't even agreed to forge the knife for you yet!"

Ye Jinming feigned regret, saying with a hint of pleading, "Ah, what would it take for Fu Nu to help you?"

"You need to pay more!"