Chapter 117: Trying to Act Cute, Only to Get Beaten Instead

Evil Daoist actually retreated without a fight? Fu Yang found it unbelievable.

Master Xiong, meanwhile, was lost in thought: "To be able to manifest a projection of the Ghost Gate for combat—that is no ordinary Ghost King... I wonder what she went through. Her cultivation realm remains the same, yet her strength has fallen to the peak of the Ghost Monarch level? That Evil Daoist didn't need to run, but he was terrified by the presence of this Ghost King."

In the spiritual realm's hierarchy, Ghost Nightmares, Ghost Soldiers, and Ghost Generals correspond to the early, middle, and late stages of the Taoist Mage realm.

However, Ghost Monarchs and Ghost Kings are harder to gauge. The strength of these vengeful spirits spans a vast range, from the First-Rank Taoist Master all the way to the Seventh-Rank. In other words, the weakest Ghost Monarch is roughly at the peak of the First-Rank, while the strongest could rival a peak Third-Rank master. As for the Ghost King level, it spans from the Fourth-Rank up to the Seventh-Rank. Thus, two entities at the Ghost King level could have a world of difference in power.

Of course, the real world is not a video game; such distinct boundaries do not exist. A cultivation realm is one thing, but when a real fight breaks out, the factors are far too complex. These are just rough estimates.

In truth, Master Xiong did not realize that Evil Daoist Liu Mengshu could not even manifest the strength of a peak Third-Rank master at the moment. So, even if Vike possessed the title of a Ghost King without the corresponding power, he still had no choice but to flee.

Seeing Liu Mengshu cowed by the Ghost King's might and retreating, Vike ceased her magic. The terrifying Ghost Gate hovering in the mist above slowly closed, and the black fog surged before vanishing entirely. Only a stunningly beautiful woman with a fiery figure remained, standing there with an air of haughty elegance.

"Vike, you were amazing!" Fu Yang rushed to her side, looking at her with excitement. He longed to hug her, his hands rubbing together, a sweetness he couldn't control filling his heart.

Unexpectedly, the beautiful Ghost King simply cast a cold glance at him and turned her face away, refusing to look at him.

"Didn't you tell me to get out and never see me again? What, is a 'great man' going to break his word?"

"Uh..."

"That was just nonsense spoken in the heat of the moment. Please, My Queen, don't be angry. If you must be angry, can we save it for when we get home?" Fu Yang pleaded obsequiously. "My beautiful, noble, and powerful Queen, I am so happy to see you."

The chubby Master Xiong charged over, trying to squeeze Fu Yang aside to appear cuter and more appealing to the lady. In its mind, there wasn't a girl alive who didn't like pandas. It was a national treasure, after all! And it looked so much like a panda—so cute, so adorable. It began to fantasize about the powerful and beautiful Ghost King Vike abandoning the loser Fu Yang to live a wonderful future with it.

To its surprise, Vike glanced at it, reached out, and pinched its two fluffy cat ears, twisting them hard.

"Ah! Ow, ow, ow..." Master Xiong yelped, completely bewildered. It couldn't understand why this incredibly beautiful Ghost King would suddenly turn hostile and use a "ear-pulling" technique even more brutal than Fu Yang's "belly-pinching."

"Hmph! I hate fakes the most! You're clearly a fat cat, yet you try to look like a panda. You deserve a beating!" With that, she gave its ears one last hard tug before letting go.

Master Xiong stood there, stunned. It had tried to charm her, only to be bullied instead.

Fu Yang burst into laughter, his stomach aching. "Master Xiong, you idiot. Trying to suck up to the Queen, were you? And you ended up getting kicked for your trouble."

"Damn it! Don't get smug, Fu boy. Queen Vike just said she’d settle the score with you when we get back."

"That’s between us! You’re just a pet cat, why are you butting in?"

"I am a Demon Immortal! Do you hear me? A legendary existence who fought the three great titans of the Taoist world..."

*Smack, smack, smack!*

Fu Yang ended the argument with three quick taps on its head before scooping the creature up into his arms, pinching its belly as he chased after Vike, who was walking ahead on her own.

"Vike? My Queen?"

"My Queen... oh, don't ignore me. I really know I was wrong. I promise I won't say such nasty things if we argue again."

Vike turned and glared at him. "There will be a next time?"

"Oh, no, no—I’ll never dare to argue with you again. Please, don't be angry. Come home with me. The West Mountain Cemetery is so cold and dreary; it’s much better at home."

"The West Mountain Cemetery is my home!"

"Oh, how can that be? A home isn't just a place to live; it's where two people are together..." Fu Yang said, smiling coaxingly while massaging Master Xiong’s soft belly.

"Hmph! Smooth talker, silver-tongued devil." The beautiful Ghost King’s lips curled into an involuntary smile, but she quickly realized it and deliberately straightened her expression.

However, Fu Yang caught that brief change and was overjoyed. *Hehe, there's a chance! My Queen couldn't possibly stay mad at me forever.*

Master Xiong struggled and squawked, "My Queen, you must not let this boy off so easily! You have to punish him severely. Like hanging him upside down and pinching his belly... Fu boy, with that beautiful boss of yours, that cold-blooded CEO, batting your eyes at her... wooo, wooo..."

The shameless fat cat wouldn't stop chattering, so Fu Yang, furious, clamped a hand over its mouth.

"Damn you! I finally had Vike in a good mood, and you jump out to stir up trouble. When we get back, I’m shoving a ten-pound catfish up your backside!" He whispered viciously into Master Xiong's ear while pinching its belly hard.

Vike looked coldly at the man and the cat, her delicate nose twitching, and she let out a huff.

"Neither of you is any good! A bad person and a lowly cat... plus your equally shameless childhood friend, Ah Huang. You three could start a group called the 'Three Idiots'."

*Pfft.*

Fu Yang laughed. The fact that Vike was making jokes meant she had essentially stopped being angry. While the Queen maintained her cold, haughty expression, Fu Yang followed behind her with the cat in his arms. They emerged from the VIP lounge into the banquet hall.

By now, there wasn't a single guest left outside. The lights had been turned off, and it was pitch black—you couldn't even see your own hand in front of you.