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Yuan was awake?

That doesn't make sense. He wasn't supposed to be… right. The system trapped him here. He felt his body to have the same fragility. He was so… weak in his body after that monster kidnapped him. So this body seemed to be far too unstable.

The cold emotion within him was there. He couldn't escape the desire to slit his own throat in his bones. Deep wash the wish to die. Clinging to every bone in his frail baby body.

But he felt… warm. There was something surrounding him that felt nice. He opened his eyes slowly to see two giants. Well, he was a baby right now. Both were tall men. One had dark brown hair with golden eyes and the other had black hair and… one eye?

"After the city of flowers I made for my beloved, you have blessed me with the single most beautiful one." The one eyed man spoke. Oh! This was mpreg. Guess he had two fathers this time.

…Wait. Was this Hualian? It certainly seemed so. All evidence was pointing to it. He just needed the other man to confirm it to be so. It would be rather easy to.

"Sang Lang is too poetic. If only you could be great at calligraphy." The man who was confirmed to be Xie Lian teased with an easy smile as he looked away from Yuan.

"Hua Lei, flower bud. I believe our child's name is perfect." Hua Cheng layed his hand on the side of Yuan's… Hua lei's cheek. It was comfortable in a way he couldn't describe. He missed his family from his past life, but they had died when he was only thirteen.

Xie Lian picked up his son. They were a loving couple and he could see clearly that his tiny self was in the heavenly realm. It was surrounded by a bright blue sky. He was a little surprised by the silk that surrounded him. He felt so comfortable but there was a sensation against his back. 

He turned around to see two tails. Each were a bright orange to resemble a fox. He attempted to move them and they moved quickly and with force. It didn't take any will power to move it and so Yuan tried to ignore it, but it was difficult to sleep on his back or even be resting there.

He wished his tails were more fluffy and comfortable, and a moment later, he felt a sensation on his tails. He looked back to see the two tails resembling a pillow from how poofy they were. He cuddled into the long fluffy tails as his parents laughed.

"Our child appears to know how to control his own tails. Not sure how common that is. Huli Jings aren't a common species." Hua Cheng murmured to Xie Lian.

"Sang Lang, we knew our child couldn't be human. A god and a ghost managed to create a huli Jing for whatever reason. I don't mind so long as our little Niu she cao is alright."

"You really want him to take control?" Hua Cheng was teasing with his tone but Xie Lian looked determined as he kissed his hand, Hua Cheng blushed.

"He will need to. His nickname is to ward demons away, and we both have enemies. We cannot let our guard down. It has been two hundred years since the fall of Jun Wu and he has started to be seen by others. He won't want to hurt our son, but I can't risk it."

Hua Cheng held Xie Lian's hands in his as he smiled. It was comforting and Hua Lei could see Xie Lian stop being so tense. His shoulders fell as he sighed. Looking at Hua Lei, Xie Lian smiled gently.

Suddenly a tired-looking woman entered. She had dark hair with a blue hue, although it could be from the bright sky. Her hair looked immaculate and she held a scroll. Hua lei would have to live in Luo Binghe's lifetime, he knew that much. 

"I congratulate his highness and crimson rain sought flower on your son. One week he has lived and I hope he lives as long as you both." The woman had a monotone voice, although that could be from her lack of sleep.

"Greetings, Ling Wen." Xie Lian smiled like she was his greatest friend. Hua Lei never read heaven official's blessing. That was his sister. All he knew was she loved Ling Wen and would talk non stop about how she didn't deserve to be a prisoner but was glad she got more sleep. 

…He was forgetting what his sister looked like. What his parents… his brothers… his own face. They all were blank slates through time. There wasn't anything he could do. Memory was the one thing he craved to be there but he wished for it to disappear.

"I can say all of the heavenly realm is joyful to hear of you and your family's prosperity. The doctor had said that your child was at risk of dying but I am glad to see him alive and well." She looked at Hua Lei with acute joy that was barely able to be seen in her eyes.

He saw as the days passed through. Sometimes Ling Wen would visit. Sometimes Feng Xin and Mu Qing would come. The two would look at the child and then look at Hua Cheng in sink before they stormed off.

Hua Lei thought life as a baby was once more boring. His parents had to leave frequently but he didn't mind. Hua Cheng was in charge of the most populated city of ghosts. Xie Lian was the head of the Heavenly realm, which certainly had a lot of mindsets that were opposing, to be polite.

He saw his parents bring Hua Lei into their arms and cuddle him when they returned to him. Everyone in the end was stuck in a cuddle pile and Hua Lei would usually have to be on his stomach to avoid his tails being uncomfortable for himself as he often was full of joy in the action.

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Xie Lian smiled to himself.

His child was now four weeks old. The thought brought a smile. His child was struggling though. The body was far too weak for his blood to be shared. But his child was alive and well.

Xie Lian was currently walking back towards his homes with purpose. Usually, people would try to have a conversation with the heavenly emperor, but since he got pregnant, most stopped. Some out of respect for this new-found focus of mind… others because they were confused or hateful.

Feng Xin always looked as if he was seconds away from running away out of being so uncomfortable. He never really got used to Sang Lang and all progress fell once Xie Lian realised the child baring pill worked.

Mu Qing just had disgust clear on his face and told Xie Lian that he could do much better than the crimson rain sought flower and walked away.

He managed to get the both to see his son. They looked at Sang Lang, then their new flower and left. Xie Lian followed them and whilst Mu Qing walked away with his fists cleanched, Feng Xin complemented their child as being cute and strong.

Xie Lian appreciated the complement and allowed the two to see their flower, but they had yet to accept the agreement. Xie Lian partially understood why his friends acted in such a manner as it would be confusing for Xie Lian from when he was a prince that he would bare a son. 

His friends still saw him as the crown prince he used to be and showed clear confusion even so later as he was now the heavenly emperor. Although his robes were still simple and without anything to suggest his status.

He approached the building to see a small fox cub with fur that was fading from a light brown into orange. Was that Hua Lei? Xie Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He picked his child up and the kit made a high pitched noise of sadness as he had been caught.

"Thought you could escape, little Niu she cao, didn't you?" The kit looked down before shifting its weight to fall on Xie Lian's chest before looking up. The sight caused Xie Lian to be hit by paternal feelings to protect the small thing.

Xie Lian smiled as he walked into the house. The warm room was where their child was supposed to be. With windows closed to avoid cold air and a warming talisman, yet the mischievous little flower had crawled out after turning itself into a full fox.

He placed the kit on his and his husband's shared bed and the fox turned back into its Huli Jing form. He turned his child to be on his stomach on his own stomach as he cuddled with the child, who's tail started to sway with joy.

Sang Lang seemed to arrive just at the right time as he cuddled both Xie Lian and their flower. It felt warm… but there was a fear inside him. Both the men had enemies. Now they had a child, who was weaker than he should be. He was glad the boy was alive when it was gossiped that the child would have died.

But he held on to his husband tighter. The thought of everything he built crumbling was far too real all because of their flowers existence. He would kill for little Niu she cao, and so would his husband. Each cared for their young infant so much.

Suddenly Mei Nianqing came in. The man burst in with determination and stopped as he looked at the three. There was a mix of concern and confusion on his face but the old state proceptor of Xianle began to speak. "I won't interrupt you for long, it took a while for me to be here, have this for your child." Xie Lian was given a golden anklet. "For good luck and your childs first asset."

The man then walked away. Leaving the two in silence as they dealt with the scene that felt a bit out of character but ended up dismissing it with a laugh as Xie Lian put the jewellery on little Niu she cao's ankle.

It was the exact shade of gold that was frequently accessorising their home in ghost city. It would make sense for them to return to there relatively soon. They would probably move there on the a hundredth day ceremony. The ghosts would no doubt throw the largest celebration - and that was saying something.

Xie Lian chuckled as Sang Lang turned to him. The ghost king gave his husband a kiss as he smiled. The two were at peace. Their flower seemed to have no thoughts as he swayed in the wind.

Xie Lian was in a state where he felt the purest joy and allowed any thoughts of negativity to fall short. Their little Niu she cao was starting to drool as he slept. The young boy loved to sleep. It had been the first time Xie Lian had seen him leave.He supposed he should tell his husband, but it could be his and his child's secret.

"You know our little Niu she cao turned into his fox form today." Sang Lang chuckled at the knowledge and pressed himself harder into the cuddle.

"I knew, Gege. I placed one of my wrath butterflies on his as soon as he was born. He really moved his little legs so fast." That made sense, and Xie Lian felt calm knowing his husband would always be there for their child, even when apart.

Just then, their child turned into a fox once more and ran outside. The ghost and god immediately ran to catch their child. It felt silly to think about it from another's perspective, but it was far too real for the two.

They managed to catch up to their child still in fox form. They looked at their son and picked him up. Little Niu she cao was still asleep he looked forward. All three saw a god that was rather rare to find.

"Hello, user Peerless_cucumber! I'm glad to see you alive: both physically and emotionally."

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Hua Lei found himself sharing the area with this physical body of the system, a vessel that was remarkably unremarkable.

It was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and bore no striking features that would draw attention. His hair was a mundane black, and his face was plain in the most ordinary sense. However, his eyes were a striking light blue, reminiscent of the vast sky in the heavenly realm, a brilliant hue that seemed to capture the essence of serenity. The body itself possessed an ambiguous gender, a halfway point that left it difficult to categorize.

Hua Lei had been thrust into this existence without any forewarning, but there was an unmistakable air of reverence surrounding the system that had orchestrated this transition. His Baba and A-die had cast aside the young boy to fulfill the system's whims, leaving him to navigate this new reality alone.

“Hello, user! Why did you kill yourself? Now, we must restart so that you and Luo Binghe can fall in love once more,” the scheming system chirped in a female voice that felt oddly mismatched, as if the tone didn’t quite align with the words. Hua Lei simply stared at the system in disbelief before typing a response. 

“I don’t want to. I am not a flower that can be picked to decorate a bouquet. I am a human.” The system scoffed at his defiance, its demeanor unyielding. “No, you are not. User peerless_cucumber, you are a Huli Jing. Before that, you were a demon. Before that, a cultivator. And then, a human.”

Hua Lei squinted skeptically at the entity, a mix of confusion and frustration swirling within him. In an instant, he shifted to his half-human baby form, a reflection of his vulnerability. The system’s response was a smile, one that felt unsettling, as it completely disregarded his plea to be treated as more than just a pawn in a grand game. 

It felt cruel to endure the uncomfortable silence that followed, a heavy weight hanging in the air. The system swiped its hand against the side of Hua Lei's cheek, a gesture that was meant to be comforting but felt more like an invasion. It then picked him up, carrying him along a stark, white path that was harsh against his sensitive eyes. With time, he was slowly acclimating to the brightness, having spent only a couple of hours in this peculiar environment.

In a moment that felt surreal, the system deposited him into the arms of his Baba. The man turned to A-die, his expression revealing a troubling lack of concern, as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. Hua Lei instinctively nestled deeper into the soft fabric of his Baba's white robes, seeking solace amidst the chaos. 

“Your child has already had a past life, but it was comparable to a fly caught in a Dionaea muscipula, or Venus flytrap. He understands you but hates to speak. Do not expect him to do so, even when he is old enough,” the system remarked, its voice devoid of emotion, as if reciting a mechanical script. The coldness of its words hung in the air, filling the space between them with an unsettling chill. It felt more like an obligation than a revelation, a mere statement of fact rather than an acknowledgment of the complexities of existence..

"He killed himself in his past life, so I placed him in both of your competent hands to suggest him not to die before he can even do what he's supposed to. Especially since you needed a replacement child."

Both his parents looked down at him. His A-die patted his head as he looked towards his Baba. There was a silent piece of communication between them as they spoke through an array. Baba began to hug Hua Lei tighter until he started trying to wiggle into some space.

Baba stopped and kissed his forehead. They immediately walked to the side of the heavenly realm and jumped down. The fall felt harsh as the wind resistance pulled at him to be falling slower. He wasn't used to it and grew afraid before he and Baba were to hit the ground.

A-die followed a few seconds behind but the two walked in what appeared to be silence as they walked confidently in an undisclosed direction. Hua Lei quickly fell into slumber with the constant repeating motion of Baba walking.

Hua Lei's dreams felt warm in his Baba's embrace. It felt as if there was a bright hue in his darkness of mind. Like he was meditating whilst surrounded by a hurricane. It felt nice although there was no dream separate from his mind narrating his thoughts.

Sadly, Hua Lei woke up as a shift in aura occered. He woke up in a city shrouded in darkness. Yet it was far too awake. People would great Baba with the name 'grand uncle'. They were joyful and some either cooed or screamed in joy at the sight of Hua Lei.

Some began bombarding the three with questions. It felt a little nice at first, but Hua Lei easily became too overstimulated. The noise was too much as well as the lights. He buried his face into his Baba's robes.

His A-die noticed quickly and shut the ghosts down. His words were cold and out of character, from what he had seen. The ghosts scrambled to flee with the cold tone and the two began to walk. Yet now, Baba was rocking him in his arms and A-die was glaring at anyone who dared to approach.

They moved to a place that was much cosier compared to their home in heaven. It was much more flamboyant? Yes. But the place was bathed in an amber that soothed the kit. Baba placed Hua Lei on the bed as A-die sat beside him and placed him in his arms as he attempted to sleep.

"Oh!… Our flower fell asleep before I could feed him." Baba sounded a little uncomfortable and sad, but ultimately let a sigh out.

"He has met someone he knew, we now know his past life and he moved to a new place. Our little Niu she cao is going to be overwhelmed and need some rest. It has been a much too difficult day for our child." A-die smiled to his husband.

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Hua Lei was experiencing his a hundrerdth day ceremony.

He wasn't able to last time, due to culture differences, but this was a hundrerdth times the celebration. Hua Lei was with his parents in a balcony separated from the crowd as many ghosts screamed. He tried to be a little more comfortable with the noise, but he quickly grew unable to handle it.

His A-die brought him into the room and closed the door to the streets. Baba was already comforting him like he was able to understand, and he was. His parents told Hua Lei they were glad to have him, but he partially felt like a replacement for the dead child he could have been.

There were no shadows of their grief lingering in the corners of their home. But, It was as if he could feel the weight of their unspoken expectations, a subtle reminder that he was not just their son but also a symbol of what had been lost. Their laughter would echo through the halls, yet beneath it lay an undercurrent of simple mindedness that Hua Lei craved.

Hua Lei often found himself contemplating his place in their lives, wondering if he was truly cherished for who he was or merely for the void he filled. The hundrerdth day celebrations, while joyful, were tinged with a cruel thought filled existence.

His A-die placed a talisman to block out the noise. Which was a calming joy for the young spirit who was growing far more sensitive than he could ever desire to be so. It was a small needle being inserted daily that Hua Lei was unable to handle. It felt far to present.

A-die smiled as Baba kissed him. He then looked at Hua Lei in all that he existed in: silk robes embroidered with fox and flower imagery. The appearance was spectacular as his hair, which was growing long already. It was a couple cun long and the ends were amber whilst his scalp showed to be raven black, though he should say Tacca chantrieri black.

The flower was a void holding the form of a flower as thin finger street he'd out to capture the light surrounding the world. It was nicknamed the bat flower due to its appearance to be reminiscent of the species.

Hua Lei slowly grew more comfortable in his surroundings, as the atmosphere began to envelop him like the warm embrace his parents so commonly shared with him. The feeling surrounded him in everything he could ever desire, wrapping him in a cocoon of tranquility and security. Although ghost city held no sun, it bloomed with the excitement of the many.

As he took a deep breath, the fresh scent of blooming flowers filled his nose, awakening his senses and grounding him in the present moment. He could hear the distant laughter of ghost chattering and spreading flowers, but mainly their petals, everywhere. It wasn't calm, but he was better.

Hua Lei smiled and looked outside. The Huli Jing channeled all his desire onto his eyes as he pointed with his eyes to the balcony once more. The two men looked at eachother with concern.

"Little Niu she cao, are you sure that you want to go outside again? Neither Sang Lang nor I wish for you to be overwhelmed…" Baba spoke with a smile that was plainly just for decoration compared to a real one.

Even the beast of his past life performed better. Everyone who knew the man also knew his smile was never real and now was his words. The Sect leader would seem far to real to an ignorant person or one he had just met. It didn't last two months though… There is only so much people notice how your words were fake when their focus is always upon you.

Why was he judging…? This is his Baba, why would anyone compare him to the monster. Yuan showed real acting as he displayed his delight and hid his disgust. Hua Lei didn't want to be a judgemental person. That was repulsive.

He faded the thought away as Hua Lei was brought outside once more, only this time, they jumped down the balcony. Hua Lei was slowly getting used to the action. A-die glared at anyone who dared approach, which stopped some but not all.

There were a few female ghosts who claimed Hua Lei was as beautiful as a summer rose, his delicate features glowing with an ethereal light that seemed to transcend the bounds of the earthly realm. They whispered among themselves, recounting stories of his peach blossom eyes and charm, as if he were a celestial being descended from the heavens. His eyes told a story about love that was unrecognisable to the women.

Meanwhile, many male ghosts claimed that the infant, who was destined to grow into a formidable figure, looked as if he would slay an army in his life as a young man. They spoke in hushed tones of the fierce determination that sparkled in his eyes, even in his infancy, hinting at an unyielding spirit that would carve a path through the annals of history.

The juxtaposition of beauty and strength captivated the ghostly audience, bridging the divide between two worlds—the ethereal and the mortal. It was as if the two souls were intertwined in a dance of fate, suggesting that Hua Lei's beauty was not just skin deep but carried within it a powerful legacy. 

The ghosts reveled in the tales, painting vivid images of a future where Hua Lei and the infant would rise to legendary status, their destinies forever linked in the fabric of time. In this haunting narrative, they found solace, dreaming of what might have been.

Hua Lei didn't want that personally. He just wanted a normal life this time, since he was forced to live once more in this sinister twist of fate. Hua Lei felt comfortable as he blocked out the noise into just muffles and enjoyed the exited energy 

Hua Lei felt far too calm in that moment that he didn't notice his parents smiling to eachother.

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Hua Cheng was annoyed at how long the celebration of his son was.

It was, to say the least, the most time that such a big celebration had taken place. And this was ghost city. The celebrations were always big and now, the event had been taking place for a week.

Hua Cheng would have been tolerant with it, if his little Niu she cao wasn't prone to being overwhelmed, though he could last about a shichen of the attention, which was a monumental increase compared to the original duration.

Gege was rather protective of their child. Hua Cheng was so very grateful for his beloved to act in such a way that highlighted the truth of their life as a family. It was more than Hua Cheng could ever wish for.

His little Niu she cao proved to suit the name. He became the talk of the city. Whispers of the flower that had not yet bloomed yet had already stolen the dedication of all he met. 

Hua Lei was more spoken about that the ghosts didn't even recognise himself as they murmered amongst eachother. His flower was taking his place above it all… but it caused an unease.

Hua Lei was susceptible to be harmed, the more people knew about him and his relationship to the famed God of misfortune and Ghost king. His beloved was correct, Hua Lei could be harmed in such a simplistic manner due to his age, and now they knew of his mentality.

The revelation from the system sparked fear and confusion for the two lovers. They desired above it all, for their child to be safe. Learning Hua Lei did not desire to live as well as him not being able to speak to his parents. Although they could communicate through arrays.

Hua Cheng watched how his family attempted to sleep. His Dianxia looked as mesmerising as possible. His hair was comparable to the roots of willows that swayed in the wind, the roots would bury themselves deep until the found life. His eyelashes were curled to display the golden pearl within.

His beloved wore plain white however the man convinced his love to wear the silks he bestowed upon the man. It was so wonderful to think of how his Gege was wearing something more comfortable whilst remaining to be comfortable.

Then he looked to the small Huli Jing squished between the two men. His little Niu she cao had his breath steady as a faint swish of his tails occasionally occurring. His flower was on his stomach to accommodate the tails believing to be so boney. 

His little Lei looked as if he was not given any food. His child may refuse 'too much' food. Lei-er would rarely eat an entire thing, be it milk or meat. Neither was finished unless the boy had refused food for the entire day.

The gentle light cascaded upon his dearest family, filling the room with a warm, golden hue as he carefully drew the curtains shut. The soft fabric gently swayed as the sunlight filtered through, creating a serene ambiance that seemed to wrap around them like an embrace. 

To ensure their peace, he took a moment to place a talisman on the windowsill, a small yet significant object believed to ward off disturbances and unwanted sounds from the outside world. This talisman, a cherished thing to aid his child in rest and peaceful slumber.

As the noise from the bustling street outside faded away, he felt a profound sense of calm settle over the room. His family, nestled together on the red bed, each moment he saw the two shine, Hua Cheng cherished like a precious gem. 

In this tranquil atmosphere, he could see their faces illuminated by the gentle glow, each expression radiating love and contentment. He realized that in this sanctuary of light and warmth, they were safe, together, and free from the chaos of the world beyond their door. Hua Cheng despised the ghosts of his city for being so rowdy.

The night was no separate from the day as the sky resembled the darkness the outside world had caused for the young man he once was. The void of light was calming though, he could act with anything and his ghosts would listen to the obvious. They would mess up on one aspect, at least.

Hua Cheng allowed himself to be buried in the bed. Warmth radiated by the two beings beside him, each were heavenly. Hua Cheng felt impure to be beside them when he had not proven to be anything other than a ghost.

Hua Cheng smiled to himself as he rested his nose on his child. It was distinctively sweet and had a fragrance of an orchid. It felt like a strange thing to mix but it lowered his guard completely to his own child. Which is what it always should be like. The sweet aroma newborns commonly had was still present in it and was unnaturally sticking to his flower. However, it didn't feel unnatural.

Hua Cheng fell into slumber as his brain was purged of any thoughts. His world was created in a perspective of joy and life as everything felt perfect. His child was growing up too much though. A hundred and seven days old now.

It felt like too much for the young one who was supposed to slow down time with their calming aura, as fortune tellers spoke of.

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Hua Yuan was able to travel around town frequently in his fox form.

All of them had discussed this (through nods and shakes of heads) to come to the conclusion of the young Huli Jing to travel so long as A-die could monitor him through spies and his wrath butterflies.

The darkness of the sky caused a deep emptiness that felt unbearable for the young one. His chest felt as if it had a crack forcefully tearing into a larger hole. He couldn't pay attention to it though. He had things in his mind to ponder about.

He didn't focus on it so that A-die would not notice how his ears had fallen into his fur and tail hung between his legs. Hua Lei could never wish to bother his parents, he would be committing a sin if he did. Greed of time and gluttony of others.

Hua Lei looked down at the bright city. The lights burned eternally. It was a small comfort to consider that very true, if not sweet factor. Hua Lei jumped from the building without harming his paws in any way.

The young flower was able to jump from extraordinary heights in his fox form. He was used to it when he was a cultivator and a… magician? Well, when he had the ability to conjure magic.

He maneuvered himself to avoid the crowds of ghosts flooding in since the gates opened recently. Although, everyone tried to make way for the son of their king. Of whom they were monumentally loyal towards.

Hua Lei followed his scent to… a spell shop? It felt rather peculiar to enter the shop, and yet he did. The seller was a woman who had short hair equivalent to a bob in his original world. The woman either despised her bloodline, or was a criminal.

Her eyes felt both alive and bored to her ends, yet the latter vanished when she met the Huli Jing's own. Her eyebrows raised and her mouth fell open, but in a way reminiscent of admiration of an idol. Her eyes glimmered in a manner free from hatred or any impurity. 

"Greetings, young master Hua." Her voice felt teasing despite her words holding nothing to tease about. She looked to be an average ghost.

Her skin was pale like she was unable to ever reach the sun and yet she had lips a deep crimson. They were comparable to blood from a wound that had occurred two hours ago.

Hua Lei blinked I'm response. He nodded slightly but it no doubt looked nervous due to his small size. He was up to people's knees, which sounded tall for a baby fox. However, Huli jing's size would eventually be taller than the majority of Humans - depending on whether they choose to be their full height.

The woman slowly approached, yet Hua Lei felt no fear as he stood tall in his foxy form. The woman's robes were in a blue that was light and had a green hue to it, which only brought more attention to her lips and complexion.

"Hello. My name is Ming Yue." Bright moon. Matched her skin. It was pale to the point of being blue. Hua Lei felt as if he should offer a method to warm the woman up, he didn't know how to though.

Hua Lei nodded politely to the woman, acknowledging her presence with a subtle gesture before he climbed onto a nearby shelf, seeking a bit of elevation to create some distance between the two beings. 

The shelves were crowded with various items, but he navigated through the clutter, hoping to find a spot that would give him a point of comfortability. He was not concerningly afraid of Ming Yue. However, this particular woman emanated… a unique energy, a blend of confidence and unpredictability that created a tangible sense of discomfort that seemed to reign supreme in that moment.

As he settled himself on the shelf, he felt a mixture of curiosity and caution. The woman’s eyes were piercing, glinting with an intensity that made him acutely aware of her focused gaze. 

It was as if she could see right through him, peeling back thick layers beneath his fur, ones that he wasn't ready to expose. He shifted slightly, trying to adjust his position, but the uneasy feeling persisted. The atmosphere around them felt charged, each moment stretching into eternity, and he couldn’t help but wonder what thoughts were swirling in her mind.

"You like spells." It was spoken as if it was a statement instead of a question yet he still gave a little nod. He tried his best to breath and adjust to the atmosphere surrounding him.

Ming Yue smiled. Her smile felt as if it had too many teeth as all crowded to be seen. He felt a sharp tug against his fear that he knew as anxiety, but still continued in his original calming behaviour as he began to swish his tail.

Hua Lei grew too uncomfortable to remain and carefully jumped down from his perch and trod towards the door. The cold stone floor caused his nails to create a sound as they hit the solid.

"Come back soon, young master Hua." The tone was helpful, whilst still holding its original teasing tone. Hua Lei saw from the corner of his eye that Ming Yue was still smiling and she had eyes that looked a bit… sad.

Perhaps Hua Lei would return, perhaps he wouldn't. It was all up to him. On one hand, Hua Lei needed to get used to people with uncomfortable scents and aura. But on the other, He would never need to do something he didn't want to. His parents were perfectly content with his him not speaking or acting 'normal'.

Hua Lei smiled to himself as he turned into his own home in paradise manor. It was nice to just see how everyone allowed him through. He felt like he wasn't human in the best way. Hua Lei wasn't a person who could fall apart, he was a prised pet given everything whilst never earning it… it felt a bit wrong though.

"How was your day? Did you like Ming Yue?"

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Hua Lei awkwardly smiled at his A-die.

The young flower had no idea how to respond to the sudden change in his surroundings. The room was strange in its aura and caused an acute distress, and his father was at a much higher level than the infant, creating a sensory experience unlike anything he had ever known in that life. 

He slowly shifted into his human form… yet he quickly realized that this transformation would cause him to fall down, as he had not yet developed the necessary motor skills to stand or move gracefully.

At just four months old, he was still a baby in many ways, navigating the world with curiosity and wonder. Or at least he would be if he was able to loose his memory like Shang Qinghua, the lucky bastard.

His A-die picked him up whilst his Baba gracefully walked through. His Baba had a face laced with confusion at the sight. There was an undeniable aspect stating that the god would take the side of the ghost, over the Huli Jing.

… That sounded rather funny. The thought provoked a set of giggles, which turned his guardias towards him. None were the same species but they were close enough, he supposed.

"What is occurring, Sang Lang?" His Baba asked. There was uncertainty mixed with his so common smile. His Baba turned to the man in red.

"Our little Niu she cao has met Ming Yue." His A-die had a smile that was incomparable to anything in a peculiar way. His Baba turned to him with shock before he smiled.

"Is that so?"

What was the significance of the woman?

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Xie Lian felt bored, to be frank.

It was a peculiar feeling, but an understandable one. Xie Lian had lived for a thousand years now, two hundred years since he had defeated Jun Wu alongside his closest companions. He often found himself reflecting on the passage of time, the moments that had shaped him, and the bonds he had rekindled alongside eachother. 

Though his relationship with Mu Qing and Feng Xin wasn't perfect, it was much better. The two were on the brink of accidently confessing to eachother the next time they fought. Xie Lian didn't interfere with the fights as most were pointless.

Each year seemed to blend into the next, creating a tapestry of experiences that fell short compared to the life before. He still loved Sang Lang all the same, but he could felt empty at night. He held his desires sting for something more…

He believed he had done everything he was comfortable to do, yet there lingered a sense of unfulfilled prospects to life, a whisper of something called to him from the depths of his heart.

As he gazed out at the city full of light whilst surrounded by darkness, the world appeared vast and teeming with possibilities. Memories of his old family danced in his mind - their laughter, their wealth, their existence as royalty. 

Together, they had faced insurmountable odds, overcoming the fall of their own kingdom, something that would have broken lesser beings. Yet, despite their victories, he had no more family separate from his friends and lover. Many ghosts acting like they cared helped slightly, but it wasn't anything that Xie Lian could find long lasting.

The staticness of the moment made him introspective. Perhaps it was time to seek out new experiences, to step beyond the familiar boundaries he had set for himself. He realized that even after a millennium, there remained nothing in the world filled with anything to bring him joy. At least not for a while.

Strangely enough, he found himself at a spell shop. It was a cluttered space, but cozy and lived in despite being owned by a ghost. He looked around at the soft lighting, and many textures of the books.

There was however, a laugh from behind him.

Xie Lian looked towards the figure to find a woman. Her appearance was massively pale to the point of turning blue yet she had a crimson lip that drew focus towards her face despite how uncomfortable it felt to look at her.

She didn't speak at first. Her mere existence felt as if it placed a weight on the atmosphere. Xie Lian doubted he could cope with her words … and he was right.

"Hello, grand uncle. This lowly one is Ming Yue" The words Ming Yue spoke were so very common, but felt piercing. Xie Lian tried to keep himself in a state of being composed but he let his heart beat through into his ears.

The woman stepped closer, as if observing the God of misfortune the same way she would with a human. There was a teasing smile on her face but Xie Lian focused on remaining calm.

"You desire a family, right? So does ghost city. Did grand uncle not consider the possibility even after all the pills and hints you were bestowed?" …She was correct. He didn't consider it.

But Xie Lian didn't want a child just because he was bored or he was expected to. Then again it would be best to have someone, anyone, who he could care for and give all his love to.He loved Sang Lang, but they were independent people and had their own opinions and wishes.

A child would love him without reason for fear even after knowing of his life as a God of misfortune as Xie Lian would had raised the child since youth. Xie Lian desired that deeply in his core.

Yet, He could never force a child into a situation where they would turn into someone who was completely filled with hatred for the conditions as to being someone who was born to suffer from misfortune.

Then again, Sang Lang could grant luck to another due to his perfect luck. He could bestow a child with an inordinate amount of luck for a thousand years without fail.

"I was a midwife in my past life. I could aid Grand Uncle in his pregnancy?"

"…I would have to discuss that with my husband, but I… could be in favour."

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Hua Cheng was residing in his gambling den.

Gege was talking quite a bit more time than his beloved usually did. It felt a little strange but Hua Cheng trusted his husband with his life… death? Nevermind. He trusted his crown prince more than anyone else.

He began to bounce his leg vigorously in his anxiety as it rose the loner Gege wasn't near him. It was getting to the point of inability to even consider resting until he saw the golden eyes he longed to see.

The curtains were embedded with a red tint that would block half of his field of vision, but he always recognised his love immediately. He carried himself with the weight of his past whilst still gliding through as a god should. No ghost could embody both.

Thankfully, his wishes were granted as the love of his existence came forth… although he looked a bit stuck in his own thoughts. Gege sat in his lap with his mind still heavy. Hua Cheng placed a kiss on his husband's cheek, causing the god to snap out of his trance like state.

"… Does Sang Lang want a child?" The words blurted out with one breath and Hua Cheng's voice was stuck in his throat. Silence in their veiled room felt so different from the loud ghosts gambling still.

Hua Cheng began to cough at the sudden words. Gege immediately patted his back, trying to aid him even though he had already died three times.

"Why did Gege bring that up?…" He wasn't at all opposed to the idea, but he would never wish to force his own desires onto his beloved whom was the one person he would burn the world for… but Gege would never want that.

"I've been feeling… strange recently. I have been flooded by the memories of my family and I was wondering if Sang Lang would want a family. I will accept your answer no matter what."

Hua Cheng pressed his lips to Gege's whilst resting his hand on Gege's neck, without force. His god pushed to deepen the kiss although there was a hesitation that he hadn't seen in so very long. The warm mouth on his made it feel as if his own wrath butterflies were in his stomach.

Hua Cheng pulled back from the kiss to answer, although he had to look into his Gege's eyes, which took a few seconds as his Gege was nervous. He entertwined his cold hand with his beloved's warm one as he responded. "Yes. It is something I desire."

The two rested their foreheads together as they both attempted to calm down, but both of the lovers were unable to as they began giggling like youths. They were no doubt garnering the attention of the ghosts downstairs but neither cared.

Their giggles quickly transformed into hearty laughter, filling the air with a sense of immaturity that meant nothing to the two. The infectious sound bounced around them, creating a light-hearted atmosphere that made it difficult for them to regain their composure.

They exchanged glances, their eyes sparkling with mischief and delight, but they had to wait for quite an extended period of time before they could finally speak to each other again. The anticipation built as they wiped away tears of laughter, their sides aching from the overwhelming happiness of the moment.

Each playful nudge and shared smile only intensified their eagerness to communicate, but they savored the delightful pause, knowing that the laughter they shared was a memory in the making.

Eventually, once they had calmed down, they were able to articulate their thoughts, their voices filled with excitement and warmth as they began to share their stories and experiences, deepening their bond even further.

"I suggest we go to our home, Gege." Hua Cheng requested as softly as he could. He allowed himself to smile without pressure in that moment as the two walked out side by side. They attracted a few eyes as they left without any worries.

The walk was surrounded by the common buzz of the city as the city would be celebrating their two hundred years anniversary. There were chatter about anything between food and wine to grass and the colour beige for some reason.

Hua Cheng didn't really mind the many discussions as he snuck a glance at his beloved who was still smiling to himself. His head was lowered in a way that still felt confident but was meant to deter other beings.

The lights cascaded to shine on Gege and reflect him in the colour Hua Cheng commonly placed on himself. All that was needed was more jewellery. Gege only wore the ring that had his ashes within, but he deserved every piece of jewellery. Hua Cheng looked best in silver whilst his crown prince obviously looked best in pure gold.

The two approached the house and lead eachother to their shared room. Hua Cheng grasped Gege's hand and squeezed as he made his way to their bed.

"What created these feelings?" Hua Cheng asked as his love sat on the edge of their bed. Hua Cheng moved to the floor so he could look at his beloved's shy head that commonly fell downwards.

"I felt drawn to a spell-caster store and I found a woman who read me like a book and placed the story together in such a strong manner despite how I told her next to nothing." Gege paused for a breath before continuing.

"Ming Yue said she was a midwife before her death… and she could help with pregnancy. I was curious and so began thinking about us having a child… I grew attached to the idea before I could even ask if you wanted a child."

Hua Cheng smiled as he kneeled so he could kiss Xie Lian, his husband that he loved so much. Gege smiled into the kiss and pushed forward once more, this time with more than the confidence he knew and desired so much. But he liked it.

The two ended up tangled within eachother as his beloved scrambled for the pill even after they had already started.

They would be good parents, hopefully.

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Hua Cheng looked on his husband.

Gege was heavily pregnant by now. It had been just over eight months since their second meeting with Ming Yue who advised them on pregnancy. Hua Cheng couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling she formed despite his beloved advising him about the behaviour.

She fit the stereotype on how ghosts were supposed to look to the point of being uncanny. Hua Cheng had to avoid eye contact for a few seconds every minute. She had a calm and confident voice that rejected any questions or objections.

Hua Cheng now couldn't trust someone more even though his body still became aware of how cold it was when thinking of the strange inhuman creature. He was great full about how she aided the two with everything normal during pregnancy and limitations of his husband's capabilities throughout.

Currently his husband was resting in their bed. Gege rested and needed rest a lot more and in a quicker time than before as well as the physical ache that commonly came. Hua Cheng tried his best to aid his husband, but Gege really despised staying in one place and not doing anything.

They agreed that they would live in the heavenly realm for the first three months so that they didn't have to worry about anything or anyone, but Gege started to feel incapable really quickly. Hua Cheng felt sorrow to see his beloved in such a state, but tried to comfort him as much as he could.

Gege also still had to attend Heavenly meetings for any quarrels or anything of the sort. He reported that the Gods were less prone to yelling or fighting, but were uncomfortably silent quite frequently.

Hua Cheng was content with how the idiots of heaven weren't distracting his beloved with their immaturity, but at the same time his husband was obviously insecure about their reactions to himself.

Gege avoided eye contact and had his smile barely pressing against his cheeks as his eyebrows curved. Hua Cheng just responded by hugging his perfect lover and placing him on the bed before cuddling with him and telling his one true love that they should be quiet so that they don't cause stress and it was the one good action Gods had ever done.

Gege smiled at that. A real smile. Smiles were the simplest thing on the world but at the same time they held so much value. Most people who were competent could realise whether a smile was false or not. It was the main thing that dictated trust of another.

Shivers could be caused if someone realised the malice behind a fake smile the same way another would turn to be concerned if they discovered the same fake smile to cover sorrow.

Hua Cheng saw the real smile that caused his own to emerge. His beloved would always be stunning and with flaws that only enhanced his perfection. His beloved was kind to the point of letting others speak horridly about him to his face. He was stronger than most Gods, if not all, which garnered more than a few enemies.

But all in all, he was perfect.

Hua Cheng could only embrace himself in the warmth of his God. The same one who helped him when no other was able to. The same one he served for in his battles. The same one he served after death. The same one he built an entire city for. The same one he died for three times. Hua Cheng would do it all again 

Hua Cheng observed how his beloved felt tired and attempted to sleep. The ghost didn't point out how Gege hadn't bathed before due to the exhaustion on his Gege's face as he turned to face him in his attempt to fall asleep.

Hua Cheng still was unsure as to the knife under their bed, but it is supposed to keep spirits away. His beloved read poetry, didn't gossip with anyone in even the slightest way, bought all the clothes before the child was born and drank herbal tea to ease when the child was born. Gege acted very traditional in the manner of their unborn child.

It was nice to see Gege care so much about something the two had created together, but Hua Cheng felt a little sad to see his beloved act so prim and proper, like he was with the Gods. He felt a part of his beloved be pushed away from himself.

The two discussed the first month after their child's birth. Hua Cheng wasn't sure how traditional Gege wished to be… his beloved was entitled to forbid Hua Cheng in their house for the first month due to it being a resting period from everything. 

But luckily, Gege didn't want that. He barely wanted to rest currently and hated not being given tasks by anyone in the heavenly realm or ghost city. Most Ghosts would ask Gege for help with things that Hua Cheng didn't care about, which he admitted was a bit. He didn't care about leaking roofs or lost spirits or flowers that had not yet bloomed.

Hua Cheng cared more about the friends his Gege had. The two had visited Ghost city to see Xie Lian and Hua Cheng once. It had been awkward in the beginning and ended with a fight. Although the fight was admittedly from Feng Xin and Mu Qing.

Hua Cheng noted how his beloved couldn't rest for a long while. Then he heard heavy breathing. His beloved clutched his abdomen. His beloved stopped and started as Hua Cheng tried to ask him what was wrong.

His beloved just said to send for Ming Yue, which finally made Hua Cheng understand. He rushed to the spare room in which Ming Yue was.

The strange female ghost was found meditating but didn't need to be told what was going on as she stood up without her arms. It felt like a scene of a floating being but Hua Cheng didn't stop to think about it.

Ming Yue walked with a faster pace than normal as she brought her bag with preparations. 

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Hua Cheng smiled uncomfortablly at the memory of the strange woman.

His little Niu she cao before him was looking at him with eyes far older than his age, but it was only a noticeable thing when he recalled his child had lived another life. Hua Cheng turned to his beloved and Xie Lian spoke assertively to their child.

"It's good you met her. She is a woman who, although strange, is knowledgeable." His beloved spoke with a careful tone that felt calm and parental in a way that caused a tingle within the ghost's stomach.

Gege picked up their little Niu she cao and stood up. He waited for Hua Cheng to also get up before walking out. The two had tried to visit Ming Yue but everything was in a rush with the meetings and looking after Hua Lei, they hadn't the chance to see her.

The town was once more littered with individuals who crowded the streets, their laughter and chatter mingling in the crisp evening air, creating a symphony of sounds that echoed off the cobblestones. 

Despite the calming amber lights that adorned the shop fronts and street lamps, casting a warm glow over the bustling scene, there was an undeniable energy that pulsed through the crowd. 

The aroma of freshly cooked… whatever creature they could find wafted from a nearby stand, mingling with the scent of roasted chestnuts from a surprisingly normal street vendor, tempting passersby to indulge in the delightful offerings.

Amidst all this chaos, the two lovers found themselves navigating through the sea of people, holding each other’s hands tightly to avoid getting separated, whilst Gege held strong on little Niu she cao . Their fingers were intertwined, a symbol of their connection, as they moved together with purpose through the sea of faces. The warmth of their clasped hands provided a sense of comfort and reassurance in the midst of the hustle and bustle, allowing them to focus solely on each other.

As they made their way down the street, the lovers exchanged playful glances and soft smiles, completely absorbed in their own little world despite the crowd. 

The laughter of ghost children playing nearby and the distant sound of a street musician with a neck that moved frequently strummed a guitar faded into the background as they whispered sweet nothings to one another, Gege held the only heart with the rhythm of the lively town. In that moment, they felt squished, as if everything was disrupting them. Some of the people who lived in ghost city moved aside, but there were quite a lot of tourists.

They reached the building with it's non-descript appearance and stepped inside. Desperate the bland exterior, they were greeted by a warmth that tingled when they saw Ming Yue for yet another time. Despite their trust in her, neither believed they could ever get over her… aura. It felt superficial in a way.

The warmth of the room and the numbness she caused mixed until both felt uneasy to the point of leaving but they had to adjust. It was better than Yin Yu, who looked just about as descriptive as the outside of Ming Yue's spell shop.

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Hua Lei smiled at Ming Yue.

He didn't allow his body to react to the woman's appearance, for that was the greatest sin that he would know to induce when he grew older. No matter what: he was a love interest to the protagonist. Hua Lei knew that. What was more entertainment than the Mary Sue character in an alpha male book?

He would not judge a woman for her appearance, if he could help it. Ming Yue smiled at him. It had too many teeth that were stained to be pink, although that could be from her bright crimson lipstick. It was almost reminiscent of blood.

But her eyes were bright. The darkness within showed specks of ice within the cold black pool. It was proof that she was happy in the moment. Was he getting infected from being a baby? Happy Is such a simple word. She was content in her existence.

"Greetings to the three of you. I hope each of you are doing well." Her smile grew wider to the point where Hua Lei couldn't hide his disgust and nausea. But luckily her eyes were closed with how wide her smile was.

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The three entered the room before Ming Yue followed. Her dining room was also her kitchen and the two adults watched as the ghost made tea. The leaves were a little overdone as shown by the colour but Hua Cheng stopped paying attention passed that and decided to look at his child.

The little one had fallen asleep. Or had he? His breathing hadn't slowed down as much as it usually had and his tails weren't swishing with any emotion from his dreams. Hua Cheng kept quiet though.

"I will say that I wasn't expecting any of you past your son, who visited me earlier this day." Ming Yue responded calmly as she placed the tea in front of the adults whilst their little Niu she cao was speared any tea.

The little nose twitched at the scent of tea whilst dismissing the desire to move in any way, even if he held the desire to drink. He wasn't even able to walk in his humanoid form. No matter if Hua Lei was able to sprint in his fox form.

"Do drink your tea!" Ming Yue insisted, her voice cheerful and encouraging as she drunk her own despite how there was steam still coming off her cup. She watched with a hopeful smile as Hua Cheng hesitated, his nose wrinkling slightly at the scent wafting from the cup. 

There was a bitterness of the tea was intolerable for even a ghost, a sharp contrast to the floral notes Gege was known to prefere. Despite Ming Yue's enthusiasm, he couldn't shake the feeling of reluctance.

The tea had a brownish hue, suggesting it was strong and robust, perhaps even too much for his taste. Ming Yue, however, seemed unfazed by its intensity. "It's good for you, I promise! Just give it a try," she urged, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Hua Cheng glanced at her, noticing how her excitement seemed to radiate with warmth, making it difficult to resist her request. Yet, the thought of the bitter flavor lingered in his mind. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the taste that awaited him.

He was right: it tasted like shit. He spit it out as soon as he drank it. Ming Yue seemed sad before reforming her face into a smile. She cleaned up the tea with a towel and didn't speak.

She was a reliable person, if not overworked.

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Hua Lei was left alone with Ming Yue for a moment.

His A-die and Baba had moved to make their own tea for a moment. Ming Yue admitted she was trying to find the best way to make tea but none had been digestible for anyone.

Ming Yue looked straight at the child. "Hello user Peerless_Cucumber. It is I: the system!" …Now things felt complex. 'Why are you here in this body?' he asked the system through the chat feature.

Ming Yue The system tilted her its head as she it responded in a monotone voice. "I am incapable to exist in my normal form without a Luo Binghe, and he will not be born for many years. You are a junior to Liu Qingge by two months. I am able to watch over you in this form."

Well, that was certainly useful information. Liu Qingge, now six months old, had reached an age that provided Hua Lei with some much-needed peace of mind. The fact that the young one was still in his infancy meant that Hua Lei could afford to relax a little, at least for the time being. 

He found solace in the notion that he wouldn't have to worry excessively about the plot's development for a while longer. However, he still grappled with uncertainty regarding the ages of the peak lords, a matter that had always piqued his curiosity. 

Despite this, he never found the right moment to ask, perhaps it was due to the intimidating presence of the peak lords or his own reluctance to seem naive. It was a curious gap in his knowledge that he contemplated often, and he wondered if understanding their ages would provide him with further insights into their wisdom and experience. 

In any case, for the moment, Liu Qingge's youth was a comfort that allowed Hua Lei to focus on other pressing matters, knowing he had a little more time before the responsibilities of protection truly began.

He allowed the system to exist without resentment as he turned to face his parents - whom had just entered the room. The two could be perseved as being calm but there was a comfort that now made sense.

'so to replace your blue screen, and your blue eyes; you have blue skin?' Hua Lei asked through his thoughts towards Ming Yue the system.

"Correct! You found that out far too quickly." Ming Yue spoke in a positive tone and smiled as Hua Lei's parents grew confused at the interaction. The system promptly explained the occurrence as if it held no value towards others.

"You can communicate to Hua Lei via his spiritual array. I told him my password and he told me his. The little fox used cu-cum-ber as his password."

The two showed excitement immediately and both connected to him. 'Hello my little Niu she cao!' 'How are you today?' both overlapped and so he joined the two together. 'Hello A-die and Baba. I am feeling well and I hope you are too.'

His two fathers stopped for a moment as they heard their son's voice for the very first time. It was a sound that echoed through the room, a sweet and innocent melody that seemed to dance in the air. Both men exchanged glances, their eyes wide with disbelief and joy. 

It was a moment they had dreamed of since the day they learned they were going to be parents. There, in that small, cluttered room filled with books and cobwebs, their hearts swelled with emotion as they took in the significance of this milestone.

The room was softly lit, the gentle glow of the lamp casting a comforting cascade around them. They had spent countless hours preparing for this moment, it had been a sorrow to learn that their beloved child wouldn't speak if he could help it. And now, here it was

 A sound that signified not just life, but a bond that would grow deeper with each passing day.

The two embraced their child immediately. Not caring about the other being know as Ming Yue to them, nor did they care about their bodies mingling together like they were all members of one body.

Ming Yue smiled so far as Hua Lei could see. There were no further emotions past boredom, which caused unease for the young boy who had the forced mentality of an infant. He had one more thing that he needed to tell the system. He backed away from the shared array.

'I know you and Shang Qinghua's system are the same.' the system decided that it would say nothing as it nodded slightly and stood up.

His parents were distracted and so saw person they knew as Ming Yue, the system, was trying to get all of them to leave the building and actively had to use its own influence over beings to guide them out. His A-die was the one who held him whilst Baba walked by his side.

The streets were much less crowded than before, which was very lucky indeed. In the morning earlier, this bustling area had been teeming with people at all hours of the day and night. The sound of shouting, conversation, and the trying to market their products to anyone, creating a vibrant atmosphere. However, now, as the small family walked down the once-busy thoroughfare, Hua Lei marveled at how calm and peaceful it had become.

With fewer people around, Hua Lei could hear the gentle rustle of leaves in the trees lining the sidewalk, and the soft chirping of birds perched above. The shops, once bombarded with customers, now stood with their doors wide open, welcoming the occasional passerby instead of the usual throngs.

 It felt as though the city had taken a deep breath, allowing for a moment of tranquility amidst the chaos that often defined urban life.

This newfound peace provided an unexpected joy for overstimulated Hua Lei who couldn't tolerate the many noises that had surrounded him. Hua Lei found himself appreciating the small details that often went unnoticed in the hustle and bustle - like the intricate designs of the buildings, though many had atrocious handwriting. It was a refreshing change, one that reminded me to embrace the quieter moments and find beauty in stillness. Although he was unable to identify what the time was in the many lights and never changing night sky.

Hua Lei felt the day? Night? Pass by him.

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Xie Lian looked upon his child.

The child known as silent song of death.

The young boy was now eleven years of age (soon to be twelve) and had become a figure of fascination, almost a myth in his own right. Whispers among the mortal realm suggested that he might be related to The Crimson Rain-Sought Flower. However, these theories remained mere speculation for the mortals who could only dream of such connections, but they were correct.

Hua Lei was no ordinary child; he was exceptionally competent and possessed a remarkable set of skills for someone so young. Even with Ming Yue, his unapointed personal guard, ever vigilant and hiding in the shadows to protect the blossoming flower that was Hua Lei, the boy’s talents shone through. 

On one unfortunate day, while his hands were busy with wooden planks he had gathered for a ghost's roof, Hua Lei found himself confronted by an attempted attacker. In an astonishing display of courage and quick thinking, he managed to defend himself with a skill that belied his age.

Witnessing this act of bravery, Xie could hardly consider how his child had existed in a past life and therefore would have killed someone. Hua Lei had transformed from a mere child into a protector, embodying the very essence of resilience and strength… his child forever throughout it all. 

The villagers began to speak of the fox with an air of fascination, as if he were destined for greatness, further fueling the myths surrounding him… although the knowledge of his son spread to form enemies. Those would arrive for far and wide in attempt to gain power and status. It didn't matter if they succeeded or not. Luckily, the entire city would protect Hua Lei.

His little Niu she cao liked being able to help the ghosts of ghost city even when the entities had to be careful with wording so as not to say something the little one couldn't respond to. Many resorted to yes, no Questions.

His child had also grown into a beauty that was still blossoming. He grew long hair reaching his ankles but had a gentle curl that made it reach his knees. The colouring was black but cascaded into an orange that matched his four tails. Hua Lei's eyes were golden and showed the contrast of his soul within. The gold shined brightly and was only emphasized by the darkness that hid in the corners.

Hua Lei felt too perfect to hear about, which was another cause for concern. Xie Lian wanted his child to be normal and live like any other would. His child wasn't spoilt or naive or pessimistic. He was strategic with his image. The many people who interacted with the child would claim him to be a very knowledgeable and fit into ideals. 

The image was too perfect and easy to taint. Everything had a drawback. Everything wasn't sunshine. If things were too perfect, they could claim ghost city as a cult. Not to mention how many reluctantly prayed to him as both the heavenly emperor and god of misfortune. His image was one of neutrality.

Xie Lian worried for his son, despite his blatant abilities. His husband agreed. Many of his enemies wished to cause harm based off of the rumours of The Silent Song Of Death. Most only knew of his existence based off the rumours.

Right now, Hua Lei had returned home.

Xie Lian was sharing tea with Sang Lang. It wasn't perfect since it was Xie Lian who made it, yet his beloved drank it like it was the cure to every illness. He smiled at his child spoke through the array.

'Hello, Baba and A-die. How were your days?' His child sat on the side in-between the men sitting in opposition. The three looked at eachother before Sang Lang began to speak. 

"My day was pretty good, except for the fact that Ming Yue has been on edge recently. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" His beloved had a mischievous grin on his face as his child blushed from embarrassment of being caught.

'Yes, I admit it. I wish to leave once I turn twelve. Not forever! Just for a week…' Hua Lei used his peach-blossom eyes to attempt to cause the ghost and god to fold over that potentially cause a threat to his child. The two adults looked at eachother. Xie Lian was opposed to the idea whilst Sang Lang was neutral on the topic. 

Neither knew how to compromise on the event.One wished for the safety of their child whilst the other believed in their little Niu she cao's capabilities. Sang Lang sighed and requested something of his husband.

"Why not allow him to go while Ming Yue follows after as well as my wrath butterflies. Then we can observe Hua Lei whilst also letting him leave by himself for the majority." Sang Lang smiled at Hua Lei, who's eyes shimmered like the ocean in the bright summer mornings.

Xie Lian considered the experiment with trust for his child. It took a few minutes, but Xie Lian managed so that his child could grow independence in his future as a Huli Jing and making sure so that it could it say something peculiar .

The compromise felt like the experiment was a significant turning point for everyone involved. It meant that education was viewed aan important pursuit, far surpassing the trivialities and insignificance of merely living within the confines of their establishment. This shift in perspective not only fostered a sense of unity among the participants but also ignited a shared passion for knowledge and personal growth.

People began to realize that the true value of their time spent together was not just in the physical space they occupied but in the intellectual exchange and the ideas that could flourish within that environment. 

As a result, the community could grow stronger, and its members felt a deep sense of purpose, knowing that they were investing in something far more meaningful than mere existence. They were crafting a legacy of knowledge that would benefit future generations and empower them to navigate the complexities of life with wisdom and insight.

That should be necessary.

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Hua Lei felt ecstatic when he learnt he could leave home for a day.

Both of Hua Lei's parents were absolutely aware that he would be going for much longer than initially stated. They pretended not to know that their son was not simply embarking on a short journey; he had a plan that burned brightly in his mind. His determination was unwavering, as he sought to prevent the major event that led to Shen Qingqiu's trial. 

Hua Lei was resolute in his mission: he wanted to stop the main reason why Shen Qingqiu was put on trial, to bring clarity to the murky circumstances that had ensnared his friend in a web of accusations that were true but with reason.

Hua Lei gazed upon the memories that floated in his mind, each scene filled with emotion and a strange sensation. Shen Qingqiu was a person who was hard to befriend, but it felt all too easy in the end. Shen Qingqiu heard the kindness and sincerity in both his tone and words.

The original scene for the trial was through thunreliable narrative of Luo Binghe. It was depicted as a deep and malicious event where Shen Qingqiu looked straight at Luo Binghe for a second before dismissing the demon emperor like he was a bug.

As he reflected on those memories, he realized he had forgotten minor details about the scene, such as the expressions on the faces of those present or the whispers that had rippled through the crowd. Nevertheless, the overarching feeling of injustice remained etched in his heart.

He knew that time was of the most important factor, and every moment he spent in contemplation was a moment that Shen Qingqiu remained vulnerable to the machinations of those who sought to tear him down. With a steely resolve, Hua Lei prepared himself to kill Qiu Jianluo himself. He would make Qiu Hataing watch just to avoid any confusion.

Sadly, Hua Lei wasn't set to leave for another week. His parents could be seen to follow him around all last week and this. Hua Lei looked at both them every time and continued with the prescribed task for that day.

Hua Lei was currently in his room, enveloped in a serene darkness - just how he liked it. The curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out the harsh lights of the city, creating a wave of tranquility. The soft glow of a single candle flickered on a small table, casting gentle shadows that danced across the walls. 

The sweet scent of jasmine incense filled the air, wafting around his room and consuming his senses in a day comparable to his childhood. As an eleven year old, he was a child still, but his parents were teaching Hua Lei how to be proper. The fragrance was thick, yet not overwhelming.

As he sat on his bed, he felt the soft fabric of the sheets beneath him, a stark contrast to the bustling city outside. His ears flattened against his head, instinctively trying to block out the noise of the city that never slept: the yelling of sales, the distant chatter of passersby, and the rhythmic thump of music leaking from nearby musicians.

Hua Lei closed his eyes tightly, allowing the world outside to fade away. In this sanctuary, he could lose himself, free from the demands and distractions of everyday life. He breathed deeply, inhaling the jasmine that seemed to carry away his worries and thoughts. This was his time, his space, a moment of peace amidst the chaos that would occur after Luo Binghe's birth, and he savored every second of it.

Hua Lei wasn't sure as to how Luo Binghe would react to him this time. Every time, so far, Luo Binghe has had eyes far too wide and looking like an imitation of a puppy rather than one. It was better to be safe than sorry.

Hua Lei attempted to cleanse his thoughts for only a moment. The darkness could spread in just like the incense, it would consume his flesh in the best way possible.

Hua Lei breathed in deeply, allowing the crisp air to fill his lungs. He focused intently, purging any distracting thoughts that dared to intrude upon his mind, letting go of everything that was separate from the vibrant senses surrounding him. 

The temperature within his medians felt uncomfortably mixed, creating an intriguing energy as tingles emerged across his skin, heightening his awareness of the world around him.

Hua Lei breathed out slowly, releasing the tension that had built up within him. He smiled broadly as he recognized the sensation of cold being expelled from his body, a refreshing relief that accompanied his exhalation. 

The child could feel his tails begin to swish side to side, a natural expression of his joy and excitement. In that moment, he felt deeply connected to his surroundings. The world around him seemed to pulse with life, inviting him to engage with it more fully.

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Hua Lei had already pecked things into his light over shoulder bag.

The design was rather close to a tote band, which he felt he was on the brink of forgetting about. Hua Lei approached his parents with a strange sense of comfort in being about to leave the world he had lived in for so long.

Hua Lei smiled at A-die, who was paying close attention to Baba's face. Which was not as positive as one would hope to see on their Baba's expressions and posture. It was stiff and uncomfortable, which was understandable!

Hua Lei only ever lived in Ghost city in this life except for the three months he spent in heaven. His Baba was someone who felt fear for the young fox's future. His A-die had yet to feel scared and instead felt anger over someone thinking they were able to touch his son.

"Goodbye, I hope you have a safe journey and return." His A-die spoke whilst resting his hand on Hua Lei's shoulder. Which was an obvious way to transfer luck with the two.

"Don't get in too much trouble." Baba spoke whilst having a mixed smile. His cheeks were formed as he smiled but the eyebrows were strained and tense compared to what Hua Lei was used to.

"You two act as if I haven't lived another life. I have, twice." Hua Lei responded with a flick of his tails and a huff to which his parents snickered. It was best to play it off with confidence even when he wished to return to the darkness.

Ming Yue showed itself in the shadows as the three parted farewell to eachother. The icy blue eyes stung with their deep hypothermia hidden within the ice caps. It approached the young fox specifically.

"You won’t allow our child to be harmed." A-die spoke with clear authority, his voice steady and unwavering, as he firmly clutched Baba in one arm while wrapping the other protectively around himself. 

His one eye burned with determination. In that moment, the system smiled although it bordered on malicious. The system knew that to keep Hua Lei physically unharmed but one shouldn't trust an inhuman creature. 

"I will not." The system didn't blink for a second too long, causing a painful reminder about the inhuman creature tasked with helping the fox. Hua Lei may trust Ming Yue, but he didn't want to.

Hua Lei walked forward to the exit for Ghost city. Ming Yue took an invisible form as it followed the Huli Jing with the same tolerance it had to everything. The Ghosts waved at Hua Lei but he walked past the same way the little one did when things needed to happen.

The outside world was currently a bright orange. Hua Lei had left at sunset. It… was beautiful. He hadn't seen one for years.

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Shen Jiu was stuck in the Qiu mannor for. Two. Years.

Qi-ge had yet to return for him. Perhaps he had been discovered making his escape and the human traffickers had broken his legs. Perhaps he had been unable to find any food on his journey and being unwilling to beg, he'd starved to death. Perhaps his potential had been too meager, so none of the immortal mountains had been willing to take him in.

Shen Jiu even imagined walking to the ends of the earth looking for Qi-ge's remains, and how, after finding them, he would dig him a grave with his own two hands. Perhaps he would even do his best to shed a tear.

But a thought always managed to creep into his brain whilst the beast, Qiu would beat him relentlessly. The aches all over his body would remain for weeks after the blood had originally been ripped from the stiff shoes that Qiu Jianluo wore so frequently during those horrid days.

The thought was that Qi-ge was living his best life, without the burdensome shadow of Shen Jiu looming over him. In this newfound freedom, he felt alive, free to pursue his own desires and dreams. It was a life untainted by the memories of the past, memories of a time when he had been just a slave child, trapped in the clutches of despair and fear, desperately hoping for salvation. Shen Jiu had been the one person, who had trusted him with on those rat-infested streets, the one who had promised to help him escape from the merciless beatings that had become an all-too-familiar part of his existence.

The thought that hurt was: Qi-ge found himself in a world where he no longer needed a savior to shield him from the brutality that had once defined his days. He had taken his fate into his own hands, carving out a new identity as a disciple of Cang Qiong with a brighter future. With every step he took away from that dark past, he felt lighter, as if the chains that had bound him were finally shattered. He reveled in the little things - the warmth of the sun on his skin, the taste of fresh fruit, and the laughter of newfound friends who had no knowledge of his previous life.

Shen Jiu was suddenly approached by the beast whom had a malicious smile with deep eyes that bordered on red. His smile was stretched too far and the red of his gums was starting to be noticeable with the demonic grin. Some said demons were the worst monsters. Yet the creature before him stood as a true monster.

"Xiao-Jiu, who's your little friend who broke in?" … Did Qi-ge come for him? At least he attempted, it was better than the alternative… But there was no 'slave' part added onto the name, which caused some thoughts to stir within him.

"I am sorry to say that I don't know who you are speaking of." Shen Jiu hid his face behind his robes as he spoke in a monotone voice. Qiu Jianluo sneered at the young boy before kicking the child to his knees. The floor where their head now rested was cold and stained with coal that now decorated his robes.

But Qiu Jianluo couldn't respond. Shen Jiu saw the beast on the floor before the slave even had risen to his feet. Instead, stood a young child standing on the body of an unconscious monster known as a man. It only took one look to realise a massive detail.

The child was a huli Jing.

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Shen Jiu watched over the much smaller figure of the Huli Jing.

The child wore a hat with a long silk veil that covered his entire body, so Shen Jiu wasn't even seen as worthy to even glance on something born from the heavens. His mother was a whore and slave blood coursed through his veins.

Shen Jiu was unsure as to how to react to the creature in front of him. The slave couldn't even identify their gender. Shen Jiu felt confusion before an all too common body rose. Qiu Jianluo gasped for air as he brought himself up from the floor he loved to beat Shen Jiu against.

The child stood still before throwing a knife at Qiu Jianluo. It hit the beast's throat and the being framing himself as a human rather than the vile abuser he was, crumbled back onto the floor.

Shen Jiu could hear guards call out about the Huli Jing before him. Their voices bordered on screams as they called for the young master who was lying within the blood that claimed himself to be man. He was not. Qiu Jianluo was a creature meant to punish Shen Jiu for a past life of villainy.

The young fox before Shen Jiu held out a knife. There were engravings in the leather of the handle. It was easy to grip. Shen Jiu looked at the reflection within the pristine dagger.

His hair was knotted, though not to the same extent as it was on the streets. Qi-ge always helped him undo the knotts, before the betrayal. Qi-ge had not saved him. Instead he had an untrustworthy being in front of him.

His deep green eyes bordered on black with the darkness within the darkness that was hidden within. The mind of the child was filled with killing the beast he knew was already dead… but the fox spirit before him was far to still and simply begging to be stabbed.

Shen Jiu darted towards the figure. He slashed at where the veil hid the boy, only for him to have jumped ever so high and landed on the other side of Shen Jiu's back. 

The body was ever so graceful. Like a petal falling from a rose. Shen Jiu watched with envy towards the young fox born to live in a higher realm, even one above all the disgusting young masters who forced the slave to the floor. They made Shen Jiu be reduced to his number only as well as forcing the slave to eat the loose soil in the ground.

Shen Jiu was unable to be worthy of hearing a heavenly being's voice or seeing it's face. The figure stayed still, without any hatred for Shen Jiu attacking. As if his efforts were futile for a creature who was a mortal as well as a slave child. Once again the figure pointed towards the dead body.

Shen Jiu had every inch of his hatred break free in that moment as he approached the 'man' with such intense disgust that he immediately stabbed the vile creature with the pristine blade of which he knew all too well. The steel glinted in the dim light, reflecting a horribly deep contrast to the grim atmosphere surrounding the two separate beings. Shen Jiu’s heart raced, each beat echoing the fury that had been simmering within him for far too long. Two years felt as if it was his whole life that he was killed by the vile abuser. It was the very air around him that had become heavy with resentment, and he could hardly contain the tempest of emotions that surged through his veins.

This was not just an act of violence; it was a culmination of years of fire, blood, and anguish inflicted upon him by this wretched being. Memories flooded his mind—images of laughter turned to screams, joy twisted into despair. Each recollection stoked the flames of his indignation, driving him forward with relentless determination. The blade felt comforting in his grip, a familiar extension of his will, and as he plunged it into the man’s flesh, he felt an exhilarating rush of liberation wash over him. The man was dead and his blood was starting to reflect the true nature of the being.

The man gasped, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief, and for a fleeting moment, Shen Jiu reveled in the power he held. The grotesque visage of his nightmare twisted in pain, and Shen Jiu found himself invigorated by the sight. Each drop of blood that spilled onto the ground felt like a release, washing away the stains of the past and clearing a path for a future unshackled from the chains of hatred. This Shen Jiu would never again feel a nightmare the same way he already had.

But even as he stood over the crumpling figure, a nagging doubt crept into his mind. One saying this act truly brought him peace, but the majority reminded him it merely plunge him deeper into the cycle of vengeance that proved to be worthless As he wrestled with these thoughts, he couldn't deny that this moment felt like the beginning of a new chapter.

Shen Jiu stopped his merciless attacks. The murder had not been from Shen Jiu's own hands, although it changed nothing. Qiu Jianluo was dead. He turned to find the Huli Jing leaving silently. In the corner of his eye he saw Qiu Haitang. The girl was looking at the Huli Jing who picked up a lantern before throwing it onto the wooden frames of the manner.

The building started to burn all too quickly and all too dangerous. Shen Jiu rushed out as soon as Qiu Haitang left whilst glancing at Shen Jiu. The slave looked at the carnage surrounding him. The amber hues that once cascaded now consumed the buildings.

"Young boy, you have a rare affinity for cultivation, I could sense it from hours away. Why doesn't young master join me as a rouge cultivator?" The man had the appearance of a con-artist. But it was better than being taken once more to be sold to child traffickers.

"I agree."

Shen Jiu knew the immense power was from the Huli Jing, but Shen Jiu refused to tell the cultivator of whom had not given his name.

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Hua Lei walked towards mountain tonglu.

His name as the silent song of death wasn't well known enough outside Ghost city. That needed to change. His name could grant him much more than he needed in terms of protection, but he required a mask. Hua Lei would prefer if he had the ability to have multiple personas that he could adopt for the occasion.

The walk was about two days from the mountain, so there were multiple villages in which he could purchase a mask. Hua Lei would prefer a fox mask if he had the opportunity, but any would do , so long as it wasn't half smiling and half frowning. 

Though if he wore the hat he was wearing as a mask, no one could find an identifying part of his body to look for. He would not even require new robes for a fight! It was decided. The system showed itself slowly as the two walked further. All the members involved with Hua Lei's leaving knew he wouldn't just stop at the place he had been so vague where Hua Lei was visiting.

Hua Lei walked further still as the darkness could only be illuminated by the manner he had burned not too long ago. He recalled how Shen Jiu wanted to kill him in the moment. It stung a little, but it was understandable. Shen Jiu had been hurt so many times by men with power or authority. Sometimes they didn't even require one to harm his past friend. Hua Lei let his hand capture a single tear that had fallen asleep he quickened his pace…

The system followed after silently as the wrath butterflies also made themselves visible as a warning for the young fox to return home, but he could not agree. It was his parents who desired for Hua Lei to never be hurt or be threatened. The only way that could be achieved is through power.

"Where are you going, young master Hua?" The system asked in a monotone voice. It was unnerving to have a female form be used in a cold manner when most women were at least trying to be seen as sweet.

'Mount Tonglu.' Hua Lei responded through the array with the same enthusiasm the system had shown in their question. The system sighed but did not show any further desire to stop the young fox, who had fallen into his human form for the first time.

The night slowly turned into day as the pair found themselves in a village. They were approximately two days apart from their destination, which was deemed acceptable to Hua Lei. The two entered the well known town. Cang Qiong mountain was very much visible as this was on the side of the world renowned cultivation sect.

Hua Lei glanced at the twelve peaks of the mountain before returning his gaze to the village. It was early morning, so half the expected amount for the area were occupied by people. Hua Lei went to the market place that was in the eastern part. The village had chosen that since it was the first place the light would hit and so it could open faster.

It was spring and the time of Ri Chu as the sun had just risen little time ago. The markets had just opened and there were around six people there without adding Hua Lei and Ming Yue. The system kept its gaze on Hua Lei as the young fox journeyed around the stalls.

Hua Lei instinctually gravitated towards the fan stores. Hua Lei stopped for a moment. He saw a fan that reminded himself of the friend he had almost forgotten in his second life. Xizhi-lang. It was a gentle green with a small snake upon a section of the bamboo. Hua Lei released a breath as he smiled and pointed to the fan.

The sales woman looked at the fan with a smile. "I will say that Young Master certainly can tell quality. Although many disregard this one fan due to it either being to calm or that the snake feels irregular. I believe in the second but my father, who made the fan, said that only a true man could understand it."

Hua Lei hated it. Why would someone say that to their child. Hua Lei held a hand out to the system and it brought out some pare and a pen with ink already present somehow.

別聽他的

'Don't listen to him' was inscribed on the paper as he payed for the fan with a golden leaf. The woman looked shocked at the payment, but Hua Lei left without a word. Even if he was able to speak, he wouldn't say anything. 

Hua Lei liked the fan. It was certainly of a good quality from the texture of the wood as he rubbed his finger on the sides before opening it to see the snake once more. Its body was ambiguous in size, reminiscent of Hua Lei's old friend.

Hua Lei hoped he wouldn't die this time, is all. At least not in front of him. Xizhi-lang seemed to always die, but he preferred the original where it was passing news rather than something he was forced to watch. The blood was something that had stained his memory but not Lui Qingge's floor.

Hua Lei sighed as he walked through the marketplace. There was no specific thing he was looking at. His body didn't need to eat right now, although he could pick something up for later, though he was able to eat now. Hua Lei decided to eat now. He walked to a stand and bought himself some food. The system didn't need to eat anyway.

Peking duck was soon brought out as well as rice. It tasted fine to eat. His A-die made better cooking, and he was used to his Baba's, so this food felt out of the regular for the completely different foods he was adapted to handle.

Hua Lei quickly left after he finished the strange meal.

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Hua Cheng was forced to watch his child go to mount Tonglu with a determination he had not yet seen from his child.

Sometimes Hua Cheng recalled how his little Niu she cao had lived a past life, but it always slipped his mind during the day to day life. His little fox was strong, but he was weak in a few scenarios. He couldn't communicate, for one. It would be immensely difficult to live without his parents due to that inability.

His son would freeze sometimes. It was a small thing that Hua Cheng didn't even believe Hua Lei noticed. He would freeze when someone used a teasing tone with his name or had an ever present smile and especially if someone hugged him, and the ghosts were rather improper people, so it was common.

For finality, Hua Lei was quick to become overwhelmed. Both Hua Cheng and his beloved husband found Hua Lei crying in a corner for too many times. Although they were able to recall the amount due to it occurring every month or so, each felt so severe. Hua Lei would commonly try to have smaller breakdowns that were controlled in his free time. It didn't work for long.

Hua Lei was currently walking through the town after eating. He could see Ming Yue keeping a close eye on his son as she held an authorative aura that Hua Cheng could sense through his butterflies.

Just in that moment, Xie Lian had returned. His God smiled as he greeted him before asking the question he knew was coming. "Is Lei-er returning now?"

Hua Cheng sighed as he shakes his head. "He is heading towards Mountain tonglu currently. Ming Yue has protected his so far but our child holds a new air around him that he probably had in his past life."

Xie Lian frowns before sitting beside Hua Cheng on the bed, the man hunched as he thought of their little Niu she cao that certainly was taking control at the risk of others. "I suppose we both knew he wouldn't come back immediately, but become a Ghost King? I don't doubt he could, but it would attract attention."

"He would always be known, Gege. At least his name isn't as bad as your cousin's was. Night touring green lantern is a downright awful name. Not at all invoking any emotion or imagery." Hua Cheng drew himself closer to his beloved as he Raised Xie Lian's hand to rest a kiss upon it.

"You know we will force him into house arrest when he returns, Sang Lang?"

"Of course."

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Hua Lei continued his journey with The System at his side.

It kept its glare pressed on the young fox in such a manner that Hua Lei felt convinced to walk faster, but he refused to hand any authority to the thing he despised with his life. . . Eternal life? It didn't make sense since he knew all feelings would fade under enough time.

"Perhaps Young Master Hua could rest in the pavilion you once journeyed to. Young Master knows they allow things other than intimate moments." The system disguised itself as Ming Yue, the knowledgeable ghost rather well. Both knew Hua Lei's parents were watching his every step.

Hua Lei paused for a moment, taking in the comment from his guardian of the moment, before deciding to move forward. They were already on the brink of leaving the town, and Hua Lei did not wish to travel through over half of the village only to waste precious time. 

Hua Lei could feel the weight of the journey pressing down on him, but he knew that stopping now would only delay the Huli Jing and… whatever the hell the system was, further. With a shake of his head, he adjusted the veil upon his hat, feeling its silk sway gently in the wind, moving with a confidence and sense of elegance.

As they continued their trek toward Mountain Tonglu, Hua Lei let out a deep sigh, his mind swirling with thoughts of fatigue. The mountain loomed ahead, a majestic silhouette against the sky, but it felt miles away with each step he took. 

Despite his deep longing within Hua Lei's bones for rest, he was acutely aware that he had to keep moving forward. The knowledge of what he had to be pressed heavily on his shoulders, and the thought of becoming a Ghost King fueled his determination. He was not just doing this for himself; he was carrying the hopes of his need for the protection his Baba desired for him.

Hua Lei pushed aside his exhaustion, reminding himself that the he needed the title of his name to be known. With every stride, he was one step closer to his deep desire, and the reality of becoming a Ghost King spurred him on. After all, rest would come in time, but the journey to safety demanded time and unwavering energy that could not be spared on anything else.

Hua Lei smiled as he knew he could help his old friends without being in the picture for long, his status as a Ghost King could help with stopping a few unsavoury characters from rearing their disruptive heads.

Hua Lei pondered if he was able to kill Luo Binghe, though the system would probably restrain Hua Lei before he could try. "I would." Spoke The System, who had been listening to his conversation with himself?

What a breach of privacy!

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Hua Lei and the System walked into another town.

The two would soon arrive at Mountain Tonglu at their current pace. The young fox had the urge to show his tails and let them sway in excitement, but the child had to calm his emotions so that he wouldn't reveal himself, that would arouse attention.

Hua Lei despised attention. It was an emotion from others that could result in more attention and more until he would become a doll for everyone else who seemed him to be pretty enough. If he truly desired attention, he would take his mask off, reveal his heritage and then continue. But he would soon rather kill himself again than do that.

Hua Lei sighed as he trod forward. His shoes were covered in mud. He knew water was nearby as all towns had to be built near water for both trade and nutrition. He could vaguely hear the movement of the water with his ears. He had much more advanced hearing when he was in his Huli Jing form, but his hearing was better than any other human that he had interacted with.

Hua Lei continued his gradual walk across the densely populated town, a bustling hub of activity that reminded him of his home, Ghost City. The streets were alive with a variety of overwhelming sounds: vendors shouting, children laughing, and the distant hum of women learning to play a Pipa to either entertain a future customer or husband. 

As he strolled along the narrow sidewalks, he couldn't help but notice the lurid and eye-catching storefronts lining every inch of the overfilled streets, each one vying for attention with bright signs and tantalizing aromas wafting from nearby food stalls. The smell of grilled meats and freshly baked bread filled the air, he wasn't keen on the amount of sane smells with little to no difference.

He paused for a moment, taking in the lively scene around him. Groups of people gathered at outdoor tables, sharing meals and stories, their animated conversations blending into a harmonious chorus of life. This town, with its rich tapestry of stories for children and aunties gossiping, echoed the memories of his own childhood in Ghost City, where every corner held a story that was so tiring to listen to. They rarely had a message at the end, as well. 

Hua Lei felt a sense of home sickness flooded his senses. The familiar sights and sounds were just as overwhelming and difficult to be present next to it all, reminding him of the warmth and vibrancy of sounds people made in so many emotions Hua Lei once felt but no longer understood. Each step he took felt like a connection to his past life that he detested with his very own life and tails.

The system seemed to be far too smug when Hua Lei's eyes fell upon him. There was a light in its eyes that caused a shiver from the young fox as he tried to hide it, only for the thing to smile even brighter - revealing far too many teeth and far too much gum for any human to wish a wife to smile like that.

"Would Young Master Hua like to rest for tonight, we have much money to spare and you no doubt need rest and a bath." The system asked as it limited its smile, thankfully. People were starting to look.

. . . Perhaps a bath did sound nice? It had been a couple days and Hua Lei could feel his feet all too much with the excessive amount of walking the two had done without rest.

Hua Lei nodded at the system who then turned into an alleyway. The two walked until the system guided him into a brothel. The system seemed infatuated with the idea of Hua Lei going to one of these establishments, which could ruin his plan but this village was far away.

The system obviously had to speak for him, Hua Lei just hoped that the courtesans would not believe him to be narcissistic and above all others. Hua Lei's plan needed some adjustments - he realised - His plan for the future needed to account for the fact Hua Lei was unable to speak, so he couldn't do everything he first drafted.

"Greetings, my master and I require two rooms. No extra services." Ming Yue smiled at the young woman who was at the table. The woman reacted with a mix of fear and confusion at the woman who the system posed as.

"Perfect, that will cost seven wen? I'm sorry, guests, but I'm not sure how much it would cost without our… services. So I will book you the cheapest amount… though that's for an hour… eighty four wen? That sounds right." The flower had an unplucked aura that was very much staged for the two to find her cute. But no woman would act like that if she didn't require it and Courtesans were trained to form ideas on clients fantasies.

"One moment let me pay… where is it? … Young Master Hua… could you?" The system asked in a tone that was borderline mocking the woman in front of them but the Courtesan didn't seem to notice.

Hua Lei brought out his own money pouch and brought out double the asking amount. The woman looked shocked for a moment before pushing half the money back across the desk. "I can't accept this for only one night!"

"She's right, Young Master Hua. It's best we save our money and not be so… generous. People can take advantage of that trait in the future." The system held Hua Lei's wrist, but Hua Lei just twisted his head to look at the system before raising the veil upon it to show the seriousness in his eyes.

The system sighed as it retreated from the argument. Hua Lei pushed the money back and the woman eagerly told the two where they could rest that night and even guided the two.

She seemed nice, though money was a good way to entice others.

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Hua Lei desperately wished to bury himself in the bed.

Most beds were stiff and unyielding, their rigid frames providing little comfort for a young creature still finding its way in the world. It took a few too many years for his parents to truly realize that the young fox possessed a distinct preference for larger beds that could effortlessly mold to the shape of his form. These beds, with their plush cushioning and soft, enveloping materials, offered a sense of security and warmth that the hard, uncompromising surfaces simply could not provide.

As time went by, the young fox would often find himself seeking out the coziest spots in the den, curling up in the corners of expansive, inviting bed that allowed him to sink into the softness while feeling safe and snug. He would stretch out his limbs and tuck his nose under his tail, enjoying the gentle embrace of the bedding that conformed to every curve of his mixed but mainly human body.

With each passing night, it became increasingly clear to his parents that their son was not just any ordinary Huli Jing; he had developed an affinity for comfort that was quite remarkable. They began to notice how he would push his being far away from the rigid beds, opting instead for those that enveloped him in a borderline death trap with how much he sunk. 

This newfound understanding of their son's peculiar for time preferences sparked a change in their approach to providing a proper sleeping environment. They started to seek out softer, larger beds that would cater to his desire for comfort, ensuring that their young fox would have a restful night's sleep, ready for the adventures that awaited him in the morning. 

Now he sat on the bed of the brothel with the sheets of a red colour… it was stiff. Not as stiff as the many beds the young fox had rested on in his past life, but did not hold an ounce of the comfort of his past bed that he now realised he missed. Hua Lei sighed as the system set up a bath for the 'Young Master'. The name felt far too obnoxious to listen to. The system no doubt knew that.

Hua Lei stripped himself to his inner robes and the system signalled the bath was ready. Of course, the system knew he liked hot baths.  Once the system left, Hua Lei was able to shed his inner robed as well before plumiting into the water 

Perhaps women were right in how they burned themselves in the water - but it was so comfortable as the fox could relax all his muscles that had spent far too much time walking to cope.

Hua Lei also would not deny the burn. It was pleasant as he saw his jade skin turn flush at the borderline scalding water. The feeling brought pleasure as he didn't wish to try out his own healing properties within his body. He could scar of Hua Lei tried anything else.

Hua Lei relished the thought of being able to feel the delightful pain once more but let himself sink into the water as he released his tails from their hiding. The warmth was so kind to the young fox that he could not hold in his sigh.

His mind was completely cleared of any lingering thoughts as he smiled deeply while submerged in the water. The gentle embrace of the liquid enveloped him, creating a sense of tranquility that was hard to resist. A vivid picture of pure white flooded his mind through his closed eyes, reminiscent of fresh snowfall that fell upon Qing Jing Peak. This imagery brought a profound sense of peace and bliss, allowing him to momentarily escape the chaos of the outside world.

The aura of the room felt so comfortable and inviting that Hua Lei's mind debated the merits of surrendering to the soothing atmosphere and drifting off into slumber. The warmth of the water contrasted enchanted cool air surrounding him, adding to the overall sensation of comfort that wrapped around him like a his tails would tend to.

Hua Lei could hear the gentle rippling of the water, harmonizing with his relaxed heartbeat, creating a perfect symphony of sleep that beckoned him further. Each breath he took was filled with a sense of familiarity, making it increasingly difficult to resist the lure of rest that beckoned him from within. In this moment, all his worries faded away, replaced by a blissful matter of being that was equivalent to a sweet escape.

Hua Lei regretted the moment he made a decision to leave the warmth. As soon as both his feet met the ground, he started to shiver at the cold air despite it being slightly humid when the young fox had entered the room.

Hua Lei was able to redress himself in his inner ropes before collapsing on the bed. Although a whimper came from his mouth when he couldn't sink into the mattress. It was a cruel fate but Hua Lei remained far too exhausted to allow himself to not rest.

Hua Lei fell asleep far too easy once he adjusted to the harshness of the bed.

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Hua Lei woke up before dawn.

There was hardly any light that couldn't descend upon the little Huli Jing. The dim rays of the early morning sun barely showed past the window above the bed, casting a faint glimmer to display the shadows that crept around his room, taunting his laziness. But, his body felt physically incapable of tolerating the many inconveniences of the day ahead, as if every muscle and bone were weighed down by the school within him that curled around Hua Lei's muscles.

Hua Lei wasn't as strong as others tried to suggest. He was pathetic in how little he could handle. Even in this moment of solitude, Hua Lei found himself unable to muster the strength to get up from his place of slumber. It was far from what he loved, and despite its half-soft cotton and plush pillows, the bed was not truly his in name or spirit.

 It held no genuine warmth, no comforting embrace that whispered of home. They didn't even have his scent, a reminder of his own essence, which made the entire atmosphere feel even more hollow and foreign. Hua Lei couldn't deny how he missed his family.

How pathetic. The great Huli Jing that was supposed to hold so much knowledge and power ends up being the thing that can't go a week without his A-die and Baba. He missed them deeply. There was an ache around his body that twisted and curled in a sweet manner but he knew the stinging sensation was burning the edges of his scars of sorrow.

Each passing minute felt like an indefinite amount of time that bordered on , as the weight of socialising pressed down on him. The day ahead was rife with obligations and social encounters that he dreaded, and the thought of facing them filled him with a sense of unease. It was as if the world outside was a cacophony of noise, while he remained trapped in a silence that felt … bad. There was no other way to describe it. He couldn't even say to anyone he didn't wish to hear their stupid voices.

Their naive minds believed that everyone was, in some way or another, in need of a good conversation. This notion stemmed from their genuine belief in the false idea that everybody wishes to speak and be understood through conversing. Even Ning Yingying, who had often struggled with social cues in her younger years. She was a girl who hardly ever grasped the fine distinction of communication, frequently misreading expressions and gestures. 

However, as time went on, she slowly matured and developed into a master of her face and appearance to others. With diligent effort taught by the original Shen Qingqiu, she learned to navigate social situations more adeptly, honing her ability to read the room and respond appropriately to those around her. This transformation allowed her to connect with others in a way she had never imagined possible, turning her initial naivety into a profound insight into the nature of human interaction.

Hua Lei sighed deeply as he turned onto his side, feeling the familiar weight of the day ahead pressing down on him. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across his room, yet it did little to lift his spirits. He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought, debating whether rolling out of bed and landing on the floor might somehow be the best strategy for facing the challenges of the day. The idea seemed absurd, yet there was a strange comfort in the notion of starting from a low point, as if it would allow him to rise up with renewed determination.

He could almost hear the world outside bustling with life, people beginning their day as the sun was now fully risen, and Mountain Tonglu would open in two days. The bed felt like a sanctuary, yet he knew he couldn't linger here forever. With a heavy heart, Hua Lei weighed his options, trying to muster the motivation to face whatever awaited him beyond the warmth of his blankets. Perhaps it was time to embrace the day, no matter how daunting it seemed.

Hua Lei was abruptly interrupted by the System, which barged in with an overwhelming presence as it had just barged in. Its obnoxious attitude was impossible to ignore, and it cast a heavy shadow over the moment. The sensation it created was so intense that it felt as if tears were already welling up, ready to spill over. Yet, despite the emotional turmoil it stirred, the tears held no value or significance in this context. 

Instead, they seemed like a manifestation of frustration and helplessness, a response to the unwelcome intrusion. Hua Lei found himself grappling with a rush of conflicting feelings as he tried to process the situation. The System’s relentless demands and condescending tone only added to his distress, making it clear that this confrontation was far from over. The weight of the moment pressed down on him, leaving him to wonder how he would navigate the complexities of thisu unexpected interaction.