Chapter 19 - You Dare
The contents of this ghost language book were not like a mortal world primer for learning characters, but rather the history of the ghost cultivator path as it developed all along.
All things in the world are interconnected; speaking of and recording them will invariably become entangled with karma.
And the ghost language recorded that long and vast history, so it was no wonder that when he, in a human body, forcibly read it, he would encounter such great repulsion and obstruction.
Luo He counted the days. In this Little Azure Peak, he had already spent half a month, which was one day in the real world.
He had basically spent half a month reading the ghost language without sleep or food. After all, for him, the concept of monotony and dullness hardly existed.
Anything that could attract his attention could make him endure it gladly; moreover, he now had important matters to accomplish.
Despite the help of the Immortal Imprint left by Her Ladyship the Sovereign Emperor, reading this ghost language book still placed a considerable burden on his spirit.
He temporarily put it down, rubbed his somewhat throbbing brows and temples, and got up to move his stiff body a little.
Judging from the content he had read so far, the birth of ghost cultivators was a chaotic accident.
Since the time of ancient chaos, with the fall of the Lord of the Yin Side of Heaven and Earth, his authority scattered downwards and was gradually absorbed by other weaker deities, gradually merging to form today's Lower Three Realms.
And the world's first ghost cultivator was born in that era when reincarnation was in disarray, death had vanished, and power was without a master.
The souls of the dead could not enter reincarnation, nor were they willing for their souls to fly away and scatter; so, as if saving themselves, they began to explore cultivation methods for self-preservation.
When the Lower Three Realms gradually took shape and Immortal Venerable Mizhan rebuilt order, he discovered this group of existences that had already escaped the cycle of reincarnation.
The Immortal Venerable immediately ordered them to be completely exterminated and thrown into reincarnation; the ghost cultivators of that time also resisted with all their might.
Finally, with both sides compromising, after the ghost cultivators swore an oath to the Immortal Venerable to establish three precepts, only then did the Immortal Venerable permit the survival of ghost cultivators.
The specific content of these three precepts was very tightly locked; no matter how Luo He tried, he could not see them clearly.
But based on some fragmented words and information from the preceding text, he deduced the general meaning of one of the precepts...
That is, ghost cultivators of higher cultivation must not attack and kill living people of lower cultivation.
Luo He didn't know the consequences of violating the precepts, but this was a Heavenly Dao Great Oath sworn by all ghost cultivators back then to the Immortal Venerable of the Upper Three Realms; he reckoned it was definitely not something that could be easily violated.
This was perhaps why Huoxin, despite having strength far surpassing his and Luo Hongyu's, did not act directly, but could only resort to indirect methods.
From this, he obtained a very crucial piece of information—Huoxin dared not kill him directly. Then there were many areas where he could maneuver.
The matter of Luo Hongyu not having the Demonic Seed in her body would be exposed sooner or later; at that time, what other methods Huoxin might have was still unknown.
The best solution was naturally to find her before she made a move, and strike first to gain the upper hand.
And although his strength seemed vastly inferior to Huoxin's, it wasn't as if he had nothing that could pose a threat to Huoxin.
It was just that he still needed a little time.
Regarding the research on the ghost language, it could pretty much end after obtaining that piece of information.
Luo He let out a long sigh of relief. He turned around and saw that kitty... No, Her Ladyship the Sovereign Emperor.
At this moment, it was curled up on the bed, its cat face tucked into its own chest. Its clean white, fluffy belly slowly rose and fell with its breath; it looked just like a soundly sleeping white glutinous sesame ball.
Do immortals also need to sleep?
Looking at its appearance, Luo He couldn't help but start thinking.
The lifespan of an immortal is nearly equivalent to that of the mountains, rivers, sun, and moon. In their long lives that approach eternity, perhaps sleep is also not anything strange.
Then, do immortals dream?
If they do, what kind of dreams would they have...
Just as Luo He was very rarely letting his mind wander and thinking about other things, the cat woke up.
Its cute ears flicked back. It got up, its eyes hazy with sleep, stuck its bottom up and stretched its little cat waist, its two ink-black front paws continuously kneading and pawing at the bed.
"Nya~~"
The soft and charming meow made even the white fox mask on Luo He's face twitch involuntarily. Afterwards, he immediately reacted, realizing that if he was still here now, it would be somewhat awkward.
Unfortunately, he realized it too late.
The cat shook its body, then looked straight at Luo He.
"......"
Luo He didn't dare to move.
"Nya?"
It meowed again, took small steps towards Luo He, and sniffed Luo He's cuffs and lapel with its tiny nose.
This cat now, probably, maybe, should be, possibly, isn't Her Ladyship the Sovereign Emperor herself "online," right?
But before Luo He could think of what to do next, the cat seemed to have confirmed his scent.
It directly lay down on Luo He's hand, placed its little belly in Luo He's palm, and continuously rubbed and rubbed, rubbed and rubbed.
What to do? It began to narrow its eyes and purr contentedly.
If he withdrew his hand now, it would be very bad, because that would be very disrespectful to Her Ladyship the Sovereign Emperor.
But if he didn't withdraw it, it seemed even worse.
After pondering for a moment, Luo He still withdrew his hand.
But the cat was not pleased.
Its purring stopped abruptly. An impatient expression humanly appeared on its cat face, and its eyes also suffused with a slight golden divine light of Her Ladyship the Sovereign Emperor.
As if saying to Luo He that letting him pet it was giving him face, and not to be insensible to kindness.
It very forcefully hooked Luo He's sleeve back with its paw. Then, the entire cat squeezed into his cuff and hugged his arm.
The small animal's body heat directly transferred through his clothes.
"......"
That trace of divine light was still fresh in his memory, but Luo He still couldn't be sure.
That's not Her Ladyship the Sovereign Emperor herself, right?
Yes, it must be like this. It doesn't make sense; there's no reason.
Luo He carefully lifted the cat out, but this time, it was simply too lazy to make an expression.
It broke free from Luo He's hand in mid-air, transformed into a fluffy facehugger, and pounced directly onto his head.
The purring sound was deafening.
Luckily, he was wearing a mask; otherwise, he would have definitely inhaled a noseful of fur.
Just as Luo He was about to lift it off again, his hand paused.
Because he felt a familiar pressure emanating from the thing on his face.
"......"
The cat elegantly got off Luo He's face, landed on the bed, and sat gracefully.
Luo He sensibly pulled back some distance and sensibly waited for Her Ladyship the Sovereign Emperor to speak first.
"This kitty is a spirit pet I keep. It's just that I can entrust my divine sense to it."
Alright, Meow... Her Ladyship the Sovereign Emperor.
"It is so close to you; besides you having the aura of my Immortal Imprint on you, it might also be that you two are fated."
Immensely honored, Her Ladyship the Sovereign Emperor.
"Do you still have other things to do?"
I still plan to refine that Demonic Seed, Her Ladyship the Sovereign Emperor.
"Then what are you standing there for? Aren't you going to hurry up and do it?"
Understood, Her Ladyship the Sovereign Emperor.
Luo He sensibly slipped away.
The cat watched his departing figure leave the room, seeming to heave a sigh of relief.
Afterwards, a teasing voice, coming from nowhere in particular, sounded:
"Still 'This kitty is a spirit pet I keep'... Your Ladyship, you really are cute."
"Clearly, you just overslept."
"Qingxuan, I think your skin is itching."
"Ai ai, I was wrong, Your Ladyship, I was wrong. If you hit me again, I'll also turn into a cat and go find Young Master Luo!"
"You dare.”