My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

Chapter 1331 - 1243: Awaiting Your Return (3)

"If the Red Lotus Karma Fire doesn’t ignite, how can it still be called the Karma Fire Hell? Alas."

The two ghosts fell silent again and said, "Even though the Great Evil God was domineering, I still miss her. Her hands were skilled, and the gold ingots she rewarded us with were of excellent quality. Now that she’s gone, no one gives us rewards anymore, and even if they do, the quality is just average."

"Who’s to say otherwise? But I heard from those Ghost Messengers that now with the revival of Spiritual Energy in the mortal world, more higher cultivated cultivators might emerge. Perhaps at that time, we might get rewarded too."

"But who can compare to the Great Evil God?"

Another moment of silence.

"I miss her."

"Yeah, me too."

Karma Fire Hell.

Fei Chai led Teng Zhao to gaze at the pitch-black scene, saying, "I’ve told you, if the Fire reignites, you’ll be notified. There’s no need for you to come every year."

"I came for official business, and conveniently to have a look."

Fei Chai sneered, "Sure, the first year, you brought the Great Merit to the Ghost Gate, saying it was deserving of that person. The second year, you said you were afraid of the Evil Ghost escaping and personally escorted it. This year, you outdid yourself, claiming to visit me, your ancestor. Can’t you come up with a more plausible excuse?"

Who visits relatives empty-handed, especially to the Underworld?

They call you ancestor when they need you, ignore you when they don’t.

Teng Zhao said, "Then I’ll come directly in the future."

"No, did you even hear me? Don’t come... Ah, you brat, can’t you let me finish before you leave?"

Teng Zhao turned a deaf ear; he would keep coming until it reignited, until he could no longer come.

Fei Chai watched Teng Zhao’s cold demeanor, his aura heavier than the little ghosts around, and couldn’t help but feel a headache. Why were all his disciples and grand-disciples so rebellious and difficult?

He caught up with Teng Zhao and said, "Listen to me, don’t come in the future. Yin and yang are inherently separate; your coming and going freely in the Underworld will disrupt the rules of this world."

"Then let it return my mentor," Teng Zhao said with a face of cold indifference. "As long as the Fire reignites, I promise not to bother King Yan’s Hall unnecessarily."

Fei Chai: "..."

Well, keep being rebellious. There’s nothing this ancestor can do.

He saw the coldness on Teng Zhao’s face, yet those overly mature and clear eyes were filled with loss and melancholy and couldn’t help but sigh, "This is her fate, don’t be too obsessed. It’s detrimental to your Dao Heart."

"I know, I will eventually become powerful." And then I’ll do whatever my heart desires!

Teng Zhao cupped his hands towards him and then turned to leave.

Fei Chai opened his mouth, put away his smile, and looked sad.

Emperor Fengdu and Ksitigarbha watched from the shadows. The two silently went to the Karma Fire Hell, looking at that dark void of Purgatory, and let out a sigh.

"Another year has passed."

The Fire of the Red Lotus Karma never reignited.

...

Black Desert.

Feng Xiu pulled out a bottle of good wine, leaned against a white jade stele, poured the wine in front of the grave, and took a sip himself.

In front of this symbolic burial mound, there were actually many fine wines and liquors, which were brought by some cultivators or demons who had achieved spiritual wisdom when they came to pay respects at the beginning of each lunar December.

All living beings always remembered her last words left in this mortal world: Pour a bottle of wine and toast to the mortal world!

Thus, in front of this symbolic burial mound, it was piled with fine wines.

As she wished.

Feng Xiu watched the six-sided snowflakes flutter down, each crystal clear, and said, "After the revival of Spiritual Energy, even the snowflakes have become prettier. This is all thanks to the nurturing you brought; even the mischievous old sky finally opened its eyes once."

The snowflakes seemed to pause slightly.

Feng Xiu snorted heavily, saying, "But it’s a bit unfair. Everyone else is fine, able to witness the mortal world’s changing seasons, the blooming of spring, but not you. How is that fair?"

Using her alone to fulfill millions, others feel it’s worth it, only he feels it’s a loss.

Feng Xiu drank another bottle of wine. The wine was mediocre, not enough to get drunk.

He muttered until the ground was littered with empty wine bottles, then collapsed to the ground. His long, narrow fox eyes were blurred by the intoxication, appearing more enchanting. He reached out to catch the crystal-clear snowflakes, used the Illusion Technique, and the falling snowflakes seemed to be manipulated, piling piece by piece...

After a long time, a small sculpture of a young girl made of ice crystal snowflakes was is vividly detailed. He placed it next to him, turned his head to look, and said, "This mortal world, without you, is really boring."

He closed his eyes, allowing the gradually enlarging snow to cover him.

On the snowy ground, footsteps could be heard. A figure in gold and red kasaya came to the grave, poured a circle of wine, placed the wine bottle in front of the stele, and dug out the fox buried in the snow as in previous years and carried it away.

Along with the fox, a small ice sculpture rolled out from its arms. Fan Kong paused slightly, picked up the small ice sculpture, and let out a sigh.

That sigh carried with the wind and snow, spreading across each grain of sand.

Longing for return, longing for your return!