Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

(Sorry, Chapter 90 has been moved to Volume 2 and I can't change it. Please bear with it for now.)

The ghosts didn't take Qin Baobao to find Yu Wan; instead, they turned left and right and left out of the village. They arrived at the desolate back mountain, which looked even more terrifying. Wisps of will-o'-the-wisp would occasionally leap out, almost burning Qin Baobao.

Looking for a junior sister? You're dreaming.

"Don't be afraid, master, my grandmaster is in the back mountain."

If an ordinary person were taken to a desolate mountain wilderness late at night by a group of ghosts, they would indeed be scared.

But who is Qin Baobao?

Daluo Jinxian!

Why would they be afraid of these tiny ants?

"Coward! With this kind of courage, you still want to be with my junior sister?" Qin Baobao finally understood that this ghost must be a follower of the white-clothed ghost, or a lackey.

He would seize any opportunity to tease Qin Baobao, perhaps because he was too handsome while she was an ugly duckling.

Qin Baobao completely ignored him; he was just a clown.

If I show you my true strength, I'll scare you to death, okay?

"How did you two meet Yu Wan?"

"Junior Sister didn't tell you? Well, she's so cute, how could she possibly spend her whole life with you? Naturally, she wouldn't tell you these things." You're like a persistent ghost, always there. The thing is, it's pointless to say anything; not a single word is useful.

"Thirteen, you mustn't be rude!"

"Please don't be offended, Thirteen is just a straightforward person and didn't mean to target you."

Straightforward in temperament?

From what you're saying, you're implying that he's not wrong, and I'm the one who's wrong. He just shouldn't have told the truth.

I never expected that this guy, who seemed so amiable, would actually be hostile towards me.

"A month ago, Xiaoxiao was on her way to school when she was in a car accident. A junior student found that Xiaoxiao was still alive and saved her." We owe Xiaoxiao a life-saving debt, which you can't compare to.

So that's how Qi Yunzi escaped this calamity; these ghosts and monsters have done a great service.

Why not just send them to reincarnation?

All the ghosts and monsters: What kind of extraordinary demon is this?

We did a good deed, shouldn't they let us off the hook? Or at least give us some benefits?

You actually want to perform a ritual to help us pass on to the afterlife? That's absolutely outrageous!

Several ghostly senior brothers led Qin Baobao to a cave. They scanned the cave with their divine sense and found countless secret chambers, one of which actually had someone inside.

Since entering the cave, everyone has fallen silent. The only sounds are Qin Baobao's footsteps and breathing. Torches are lit in the cave, their flickering flames making the ghostly figures appear even more eerie and terrifying.

On the surface, it's to light the way for myself, but in reality, it's to give myself a hard time.

None of them are easy to deal with!

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the view suddenly opened up. Qin Baobao was led into a large hall, where more than a dozen ghosts and monsters were standing.

They must all be that person's apprentices!

There are costumes from the Ming Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty, and even modern clothing. Spanning such a long period of time, this ghost master is quite ambitious.

Collecting ghosts and monsters is like stamp collecting; he's even collected them from several dynasties.

Qin Baobao wanted to give him a thumbs up.

Five minutes later, Yu Wan arrived as well.

Looking around, I noticed Qin Baobao standing at the very front, quite conspicuous.

I wonder if he's scared? Will he distance himself from her because of this? Actually, these fellow disciples are quite adorable; Brother Hongyun has absolutely nothing to be afraid of.

I secretly glanced at Qin Baobao several times and found that he wasn't scared at all.

Yu Wan ran up to Qin Baobao with small, quick steps, looked up at him, and gave him a sweet smile, like a little fool.

If his attitude remains the same, we'll stay together. If his attitude changes, ...

Yu Wan's smile deepened.

When Qin Baobao saw such a cute little girl, she couldn't help but reach out and pat her head.

Yu Wan's eyes lit up, and she gave him a sweet smile before returning to her seat.

Brother Hongyun really cares about me! He didn't hate me because of this, and I feel so happy just thinking about it.

"Greetings, Grandmaster, Master," Yu Wan was among them, the only living person.

Everyone bowed down in worship, but Qin Baobao remained standing still, ethereal and aloof as if she were detached from the world.

The ghosts saw it, but pretended not to see it.

Hmph! His master and grandmaster will take care of him!

It seems their ancestor was the person in the secret room!

But that person was just an ordinary mortal; how old was he? Or had he learned some secret technique?

After paying their respects to the so-called grandmaster, the other ghosts withdrew. Before leaving, they all glanced at Qin Baobao, some with curiosity, some with disgust, and some with indifference.

Qin Baobao pretended not to notice and went into the secret room with Yu Wan.

There was a pot in the sealed room, filled with a milky white liquid.

Yu Wan bowed to the person in the pot and then left. He was still an old man who preferred quiet.

It seems these ghosts are only able to stay here because of him. However, apart from looking older, this old man isn't anything special.

After Yu Wan left, only Qin Baobao remained. For a moment, the entire cave became completely silent.

Is it to test me?

Did your ability to fly and teleport scare the other person?

But you're a gathering of ghosts and monsters too! So who's scaring whom here?

Before today, Qin Baobao always thought this was an ordinary world.

just now……

Ghosts and monsters have appeared, what's so ordinary about them!

Besides, there's an old monster stewing in the pot!

Although he may not be as old as Hongyun.

But Hongyun looks young and handsome, while the guy in the pot looks like a decrepit old man.

Qin Baobao was extremely disgusted; the two were simply incomparable.

Qin Baobao walked forward gently. The person inside had gray hair, bowed their head, and sat quietly, as if dead. Their hair covered their face, making it impossible to see what they looked like.

"Splash." A withered, bony hand suddenly emerged from the milky white liquid and slowly reached out to Qin Baobao.

"Want some? It's sweet and delicious." The old man's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

A piece of milky-white meat lay quietly in the old man's palm. Its pungent, fishy smell was even more overpowering than pickled cabbage.

Qin Baobao couldn't hold it in any longer, so she leaned against the pot and started vomiting.

She admitted that she harbored malicious intent and wanted to deliberately disgust him!

How can there be such disgusting things in the world?

Is this for human consumption?

What's that old man up to? He should vomit right here.

The old man finally raised his head and opened his eyes, clearly displeased.

How could this junior be so rude? If it weren't for a small favor...

Hmph! They don't know what's good for them!

Just as he was about to reprimand the man, the old man's expression suddenly cracked.

Why does this person look so familiar? They look like...

The old man became increasingly alarmed as he looked at it.

"Master...master?"

Qin Baobao was vomiting so badly that she was exhausted. Upon hearing this, she took a step back.

To avoid feeling overwhelmed and disgusted with yourself.

If I heard correctly, this old man just called himself "master".

Qin Baobao caught her breath and looked at the old man. She had indeed taken on a disciple, and given his diligence, he was now at least at the Nascent Soul stage.

As for the old man in front of you? Wishful thinking!

Looking up, Qin Baobao wasn't quite sure; the old man's features looked somewhat familiar!

"Wang Chongyang?" Qin Baobao didn't believe it. If Wang Chongyang were still alive, he would definitely be a handsome young man.

Unexpectedly, things didn't go as planned, and the person in front of me really was Wang Chongyang.

"It's me, Master. How can you..." So young? Master was still as young as when he first met him. He had become a disciple at the age of five, and more than two hundred and seventy years had passed since then. He himself had become an old man. Master, how could this be...?

Qin Baobao carefully examined the old man in front of her. "No, you're not my disciple! My disciple isn't this weak!"

His tone was unusually calm, but his words were certainly very hurtful.

For others, it may be a real few hundred years.

But in the blink of an eye, he found himself in the modern era, and it had only been a short time since his disciple left the mountain.

She doesn't have Alzheimer's yet and can't remember who her apprentice is!

Qin Baobao's words left Wang Chongyang covered in wounds.

Master, are you serious? Why are you so harsh on your apprentice?

Qin Baobao did indeed have a disciple named Wang Chongyang.

She teaches cultivation techniques, while this old man teaches martial arts techniques. Their methods are completely different; do you think I'd believe it?

"I am indeed your disciple, Wang Chongyang!"

"Although I've grown old and ugly, and am no longer as youthful and cute as before, my basic features haven't changed. Unlike my master... you are still young and handsome." The old man's voice grew softer and softer, almost humble to the point of being insignificant.

"Yeah, I'm definitely more handsome than you." Qin Baobao accepted without hesitation. She had to admit, Hongyun's face was the most handsome she had ever seen.

This is impossible to talk about!

The old man sulked for a while, then looked up at Qin Baobao.

Could this person really not be the master? Or is he a descendant of the master?

No, no.

There is no one else who could look like this except for the master.

But his master was too sharp-tongued, and Wang Chongyang was somewhat hesitant to acknowledge him.