The 95 moral integrity dropped all over the floor.

The team walked through the long street and arrived at a square. Across from it stood an inner city with three city gates arranged side by side—one large and two small. Giant stone statues of fierce ghosts stood guard at the entrances, their faces twisted and eyes bulging menacingly. Carved on the city towers was the inscription “Yin Cao Di Yu Fu Ya.” The entire structure was buried beneath the ground, shaped like a monstrous beast. Luo Yu fixed his gaze upon the inner city, where another palace could be seen inside, hung with a plaque bearing the three bold characters “Ghost Judge Hall.” From within rose the heart-rending wails of ghosts, prickling his scalp.

The Beiyin Emperor’s procession did not halt here. They skirted the inner city and continued northward. Yet the ghost officials who had trailed behind them dispersed at this point. Luo Yu turned his head and surveyed the scene curiously. He noticed several officials heading toward the Hell Official Mansion and wondered what business they might have there. Suddenly, he heard the gate guards greet respectfully, “We have seen the King of Qin Guang!”

It turned out the team included the King of Hell himself. A strange satisfaction welled up in Luo Yu’s heart: I’ve seen the King of Hell, and I walked right in front of him!

The emperor’s procession passed the south gate and reached the north side. Here rose another inner city called Luofeng City, which served as hell’s imperial palace, equivalent to the Forbidden City of ancient times. Upon entering, the accompanying ghost soldiers and generals dispersed. Luo Yu and Qin Yue were led away by a palace eunuch, passing through successive walls to a secluded courtyard.

The courtyard featured classical, solemn buildings and was lined with ancient trees, each sturdy and vigorous.

The eunuch escorted them into a grand hall and requested they wait inside while he stepped back to stand guard at the door. Luo Yu and Qin Yue selected two grand chairs and sat down. At once, a ghost maid in palace attire appeared, presenting two cups of emerald, fragrant spiritual tea.

Luo Yu sipped the tea and found its flavor even superior to anything he had tasted before. He thought: No wonder the emperor, his foundations are indeed deep.

They had sat only a moment when the eunuch at the door announced, “His Majesty arrives!”

Luo Yu immediately rose and pulled Qin Yue to his feet, feeling a flicker of unease. The man had remained hidden in the carriage the entire journey. What sort of temperament would he have? Should they kneel and thrice proclaim eternal glory like in ancient times? If they did not, might they be accused of offending the sovereign? Yet by their own system’s rules, their nature was immortal and outside his jurisdiction… Still, it was said all Chinese descended from Yan and Huang; if ranked by seniority… he would be their own ancestor…

Lost in these thoughts, a figure appeared at the entrance: tall and slender, clad in a black imperial dragon robe embroidered with fiery patterns, wearing a crown adorned with a jade scepter. A narrow belt patterned with morning mountains encircled his waist, accentuating the ideal inverted triangle of narrow waist and broad shoulders. His black boots bore fiery designs, possibly lined with gold, radiating understated luxury. His features were handsome and noble, his bearing solemn; he appeared no older than thirty. Dressed casually yet infused with an unmistakable aura of imperial dominance.

The ghost emperor cast a glance over the two, paused slightly, then stepped past them and ascended the dais to take his seat upon the throne.

Luo Yu’s jaw dropped, his mind in turmoil. He had prepared himself: the Beiyin Emperor was, after all, an ancestor; as juniors, they should kneel… Yet the figure before him was a young man who looked scarcely older than Qin Yue. How could they kneel? Damn it… Where were his whiskers and wrinkles?

Qin Yue remained unflustered. Quietly pinching Luo Yu’s lower back, he stepped forward and bowed, declaring, “Junior Qin Yue and Luo Yu pay respects to the senior.”

Luo Yu, stung by the pinch, collected himself and followed suit, stammering, “Greetings to the… senior!”

The Beiyin Emperor inclined his chin in acknowledgment and said coolly, “No need for such formalities. You two trapped the evil ghost, eradicated the butterfly demon, and rescued the common folk from peril. Such a great kindness I also receive… If you two harbor any wishes, speak freely. Provided it does no harm to heaven and earth, I will grant it.”

Luo Yu’s eyes lit up. “That… the horse pulling the cart… is very handsome… I heard there’s a little colt… uh.”

The Beiyin Emperor frowned. “This Fire Tomb Steed is a relic of previous emperors… The little colt is my beloved. My palace also holds many heavenly treasures of inestimable value. I will take you two to view them later before deciding.”

Luo Yu felt a pang of disappointment and turned away with a pout. It was called a beloved item; how could they steal what another cherished?

The Beiyin Emperor seemed not to notice and continued indifferently, “Since you two have slain the butterfly demon, where are its remains now?”

Qin Yue replied, “They are carried upon our bodies.”

The Beiyin Emperor straightened. “Oh? May I see for myself?”

Qin Yue hesitated, then waved a hand. A massive, seven-colored butterfly materialized on the floor.

The Beiyin Emperor gazed at the butterfly, his expression calm, yet his eyes revealed a complex mix of joy and sorrow. He fixed his gaze upon it, unable to look away.

Luo Yu muttered to himself: That reaction… Is it the resentment of a destined foe slain by another’s hand?

He found himself imagining the confrontation between the Beiyin Emperor and the Tianming Emperor: one delicate and enchanting, the other bearing imperial grandeur. On a full-moon night atop the Luofeng City tower… The Tianming Emperor said indifferently, “You have come?” The Beiyin Emperor replied with hands behind his back, “I have come…”

Luo Yu shook his head violently. There was something uncanny about it all. It felt like the “love and kill each other” trope from certain novels…

Suddenly struck by his own thought, he stared wide-eyed, scrutinizing the Beiyin Emperor’s expression. The more he looked, the more it matched. That lingering affection in the eyes—what did it mean? Could it be? Had this siege been a matter of the heart? A mortal ghost and demon had fallen in love with an incomparably noble emperor, but the disparity in status was too vast; the sovereign refused the affection, and the ghost and demon turned hate into pursuit and slaughter until the ghost demon fell at another’s hand. Only then did the emperor realize his true feelings—yet it was already too late…

Lost in this melodramatic reverie, the Beiyin Emperor suddenly spoke, “I wish to collect this colorful butterfly… I am willing to exchange palace treasures for it. What say you?”

Luo Yu froze. His inner voice roared: It’s here! Just as I thought! This is the slag gong and cheap shou! Is the Beiyin Emperor about to develop a necrophilia from this?

Qin Yue said calmly, “We intend to use items from its body and have no wish to exchange for objects.”

Luo Yu grew uneasy. After all, it was the Beiyin Emperor’s… ambiguous partner? To bluntly state “we will dissect it” might be too abrupt?

The Beiyin Emperor’s face darkened. He lowered his head in thought for a long moment, then said, “Add a Fire Tomb Steed. How about that?”

Luo Yu felt a surge of emotion: Though he had been quite the scoundrel before, now he was willing to trade a relic of a former emperor for his beloved’s remains. His feelings ran very deep… Why bother?

Qin Yue kept a wooden expression. “No exchange.” With another wave, he recalled the butterfly.

“You!” The Beiyin Emperor shot to his feet, furious. “I am willing to trade the Fire Tomb Steed, yet you treat me so unreasonably!”

Qin Yue replied evenly, “The senior must be well aware of its illusion talent, and we two are equally familiar with its value.”

The Beiyin Emperor was stunned. “You already know?”

Qin Yue nodded.

The Beiyin Emperor fumed, “Knowing is one thing. Do you know the method to refine it?”

Qin Yue said, “It is not difficult. A bit of research will make it clear.”

Luo Yu blinked. Eh? What was this? Was it really unrequited love? Then why did he want those scales…? That longing gaze… The young master almost fell for it!

The Beiyin Emperor glared at Qin Yue, his face like ice. Qin Yue met his stare without fear, the tension between them electric.

Luo Yu dared not speak, his heart racing: He… wouldn’t use his position to force a snatch, would he?

They stared each other down for a long while. The Beiyin Emperor’s eye corners twitched. It seemed he would break. Finally, he suddenly yanked the jade scepter from his head, tore off the crown, and flung it aside. He sprawled across the table, slapped it, and shouted, “Wu Chao! Come in and give me a massage!!!”

Luo Yu was struck dumb by the sudden transformation, frozen in place.

The eunuch standing at the door hurried in, hastily steadying the Beiyin Emperor’s body and muttering, “Your Majesty… you cannot lose your dignity before others!”

The Beiyin Emperor replied lazily, “Did you see clearly? I have already tried my best… do not embellish when reporting to me.”

Wu Chao protested, “This slave would never dare!”

The Beiyin Emperor continued, “Not only the scalp—also the eye corners.”

Luo Yu was utterly bewildered. Who was this person who kept lying on the table and then being yanked upright? Where had the domineering emperor gone?

Qin Yue beside him maintained a wooden expression.

The two stood there listening to the servant’s scolding for some time. At last Luo Yu could not hold back and cried out, “What exactly is going on?”

The Beiyin Emperor, still sprawled across the table, twisted his head ninety degrees to reveal a face of pure enjoyment. He mumbled, “This… I was forced into it as well. It is Yue Jie… um, my sister… who desires it. Hmph, is it not merely two eyeballs that can see through illusions? He actually forced me to travel to Luofeng Mountain… I had originally planned to switch servers, but the new one had just opened and I missed the launch… Wu Chao, quickly bring me my computer!”

Luo Yu was derailed. “You can speak modern language?”

The Beiyin Emperor seized the notebook presented by Wu Chao, crawled beneath the table, fiddled for a moment, then pulled out a network cable and plugged it into the computer’s rear port, declaring, “Cut, I can’t even speak the language properly, how am I supposed to play online games? I’ve had over ten years of net age—my typing is all in Wubi!”

Luo Yu was dazed. “Sure enough, you’re a senior…”

He immediately perked up again. “Hey, what game are you playing?”

The Beiyin Emperor replied, “Jian San!”

Luo Yu found a kindred spirit. He grabbed Qin Yue and quickly circled around behind the Beiyin Emperor. “I play Jian San too! Which server are you on? Eh… same server as me!”

The Beiyin Emperor logged in. After the logo animation faded, the character selection screen appeared. Luo Yu stared at it: Tian Ce… Phase Encounter One Cannon Annihilate Enmity.

Luo Yu murmured, staring at the ID, “Very familiar… we must have crossed paths in the game…”

The Beiyin Emperor asked, “What is your ID?”

Luo Yu said, “Fei Yu, it’s just a little yellow chicken.”

The Beiyin Emperor froze. “Is… you!”

Luo Yu said, “Eh, you recognize me?”

The Beiyin Emperor choked, then hurriedly added, “I do not recognize! We merely crossed paths as strangers!”

Qin Yue watched from behind for a long moment, then suddenly spoke with a wooden expression and a hint of vinegar, “I remember. On the day you bought pills, you were with him.”

Luo Yu was stunned, feeling as though he had been struck by lightning. “Ah ah ah! You are that slag Ce!”

The Beiyin Emperor smiled awkwardly. “Fate brought us together—turns out we are netizens!”

Luo Yu wept, “Friend my ass! …You ruined my life and reputation, I can’t even show my face to people… How could you come up with such shameless methods? Where is your integrity?”

The Beiyin Emperor gazed seriously at the ceiling and said, “I am sincere! You haven’t been online for a long time… I have been remembering you all this while.”

Qin Yue’s face instantly darkened. He pulled Luo Yu into his arms and said, “He already has a master… remembering him is merely because of good memory.”

The Beiyin Emperor swept his gaze over both of them and smiled, “Threesome is also acceptable… both of you are my favorite type!”

Luo Yu slapped his forehead and shouted, “Integrity!”

The Beiyin Emperor had a melancholic faraway gaze. “A few years ago, I was squatting on the toilet watching Gintama, and accidentally all my integrity fell into the toilet and was flushed away.”

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Recently it is almost New Year, very busy, preparing to go home, may not update for a while. T.T

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