"Damn it! You really don't hold back at all!"
Jingfeng laughed and cursed, waving his hand.
"Don't worry! Once I get back, I'll contact my junior martial sister!"
"She's the one Master dotes on the most."
"I'll find a way to trick her into stealing the treasure and bringing it to you!"
"Ning, when my junior sister shows up, you have to help me keep things under control!"
"This is practically a life-and-death friendship already—I'm doing all this for you!"
As if imagining something horrifying, this eight-foot-tall tough guy couldn't help but shiver.
"Good brother!"
"But… is it really okay for you to screw over your junior sister like this?"
Ning Chen gave Jingfeng a big thumbs-up.
This man was usable.
The kind who'd actually deliver.
"My junior sister… it's hard to explain…"
"Once she arrives, she'll definitely know I tricked her."
"At that point, only you can hold her back!"
"????"
The more Jingfeng talked, the more confused Ning Chen became.
"What do you mean only I can hold her back?"
"You'll understand once she gets here! Alright!"
"I'm heading out first—gotta find somewhere to treat my injuries."
"If there's news, I'll notify you! If anything happens, message me!"
Jingfeng stepped forward, patted Ning Chen's shoulder, and spoke earnestly.
Then, without waiting for questions, he fled the scene like he was escaping disaster.
...
"Hóngdòu, tell me honestly—does this guy have something wrong with his head?"
Watching Jingfeng's retreating back, Ning Chen asked suspiciously.
"Probably?"
"Gongzi~ I told you early on—he's not a good person!"
Hóngdòu raised her brows, bristling with displeasure.
"Forget it."
"This guy's still damn talented."
"No matter what, we're guaranteed profit without loss."
"Let's go—we're heading home."
After pondering briefly, Ning Chen shook his head, tossing aside the chaotic thoughts.
Even if Jingfeng was full of nonsense, Ning Chen wasn't losing anything.
The Perception-Shielding Card was already in use—two months of safety.
Right now, the priority was clear—
Hunt ghosts.
Increase strength.
Everything else came second.
...
Recalling Hóngdòu into his body, Ning Chen summoned the Yin Spirit Vehicle.
"Vroooom—!"
He floored the accelerator and shot out of Wanda Plaza, racing toward home.
Meanwhile—
Jingfeng had already reached the parking lot.
He glanced back at Wanda Plaza, then immediately pulled out his phone and opened WeChat.
After getting into his car, he started a video call.
Straight to his junior sister.
"Junior sister, junior sister—!"
"Don't say your senior brother doesn't think about you!"
"Where else can you find a young, handsome guy like this?!"
"Master's treasured black talisman would make perfect dowry for you!"
"And it counts as me repaying a favor!"
"Just… not sure whether my junior sister can handle him…"
Thinking back to life at Dragon Tiger Mountain, Jingfeng shuddered.
Damn it.
Darkest moments of his life.
...
The video connected.
A white-haired girl appeared on screen—delicate features, ethereal beauty.
A vermilion mark glowed faintly between her brows.
Dressed in white Daoist robes, she radiated immortal grace.
"Eighth Brother!"
"It's the middle of the night—why are you video calling me?"
The moment she spoke, all that immortal aura vanished.
Jingfeng forced a grin.
"Ninth Sister! Don't you dare say your senior brother never thinks of you!"
Seeing his expression, the girl's eyes suddenly lit up.
She instantly changed her tone.
"Senior Brother… are you saying?"
"That's right!!"
Jingfeng nodded vigorously, smiling wider.
"Didn't you always say you wanted a passionate romance while you're young?"
"You look down on those little brats, right?"
"Your senior brother found you a top-tier young talent!"
"Really?! Senior Brother, if you're lying, you'll swallow a thousand needles~"
The girl narrowed her eyes, voice sweet yet dangerous.
Unfortunately—
She was pretty.
So even her threat sounded coquettish.
At least to other people.
Jingfeng, however, had cold sweat pouring down his back.
This junior sister—
Looked immortal.
Was actually a black-bellied demon.
Capable of burning down Dragon Tiger Mountain without blinking.
He wiped his sweat discreetly and laughed dryly.
"How could your senior brother lie to you?"
"Handsome beyond belief—absolutely your aesthetic!"
"Early twenties, already Qi Condensation, and contracted a Tier-3 peak ghost bride."
"A truly outstanding young hero!"
"In the entire cultivation world, among his peers—aside from that icy freak from Mount Mao—no one comes close!"
Hearing this, the girl's eyes sparkled with interest.
But she still eyed Jingfeng suspiciously.
"Eighth Brother, you're sure he's human?"
"I've never heard of such a person."
"Would your senior brother ever deceive you?"
"If you don't believe me, come to Jinling yourself."
"I guarantee satisfaction!"
"If you like him, I'll personally tie him up and drag him back to Dragon Tiger Mountain!"
Jingfeng thumped his chest, utterly sincere.
The girl stared at him for a long moment—
Then suddenly smiled.
"Alright~"
"Perfect timing. I wanted to go down the mountain anyway."
"I've been stuck at the Celestial Masters' Manor all day—Master's beard is about to get plucked clean by me!"
Jingfeng felt a chill down his spine.
He silently prayed for his master.
But—
Once his junior sister agreed to descend the mountain, the plan was halfway successful.
Still—
Tricking her into stealing Master's black talisman?
That wouldn't be easy.
After thinking it over, Jingfeng decided to put on an act.
He sighed heavily, lit a cigarette, and adopted a troubled expression.
Seeing this, his junior sister frowned, her smile fading.
"Eighth Brother, don't tell me you were lying earlier?"
"Of course not!"
Shaking his head vigorously, Jingfeng opened Ning Chen's WeChat Moments, picked a photo, and sent it to her.
"I'm not lying—he really exists!"
"His name's Ning Chen. We just exchanged contact info today."
"Today's mission was supposed to be a Tier-3 ghost, but it turned out to be a damn Tier-4!"
"If not for him, your senior brother would already be dead!"
The girl tapped open the photo and studied it carefully.
Her eyes instantly lit up.
A sweet smile bloomed on her face.
No helping it.
Looks were justice.
Even the little martial aunt of Dragon Tiger Mountain was a looks-first type.
"Eighth Brother! It really is you!"
"I've decided—tomorrow, I'm going down the mountain!"
But just as she said that, she suddenly reacted.
"Wait—what was that sigh earlier for?"
"Oh, nothing. You don't need to come anymore."
"You might arrive just in time for a funeral."
This immediately piqued her curiosity.
"What's going on?"
Jingfeng sighed again and spoke while sneaking glances at her expression.
"This brother's just unlucky."
"You've heard about the Ghost King marriage contracts in Jinling, right?"
"Tonight, we killed a ghost and one dropped."
"Who knew it would instantly bind to him?"
"Your senior brother owed him a favor and wanted to bring him back to the manor to hide."
"But he refused."
"So… now all he can do is pray for himself."
As Jingfeng spoke, he carefully watched his junior sister's face.