UCS Chapter 72

When Yin Ling and his group hurriedly arrived, Gao Shi was stepping on one person and holding another in his hand.

 

The one being stepped on had his eggs scrambled, while the one being held was in unknown condition—alive or dead.

 

Looking down, there was a huge footprint on someone’s crotch area, making several men present instinctively clamp their legs together.

 

Yin Ling looked at Gao Shi, his voice slightly trembling.

 

“Gao—Brother Gao, you’ve already—already finished dealing with everything?”

 

Gao Shi grunted and tossed the spirit-locking bottle containing the evil god to him. Yin Ling fumblingly caught it.

 

At the bottom of the spirit-locking bottle sat a drop of red blood. Within the bottle body was a cloud-like thing, dark gold mixed with threads of blood color.

 

This mass was the evil god.

 

The mist that formed the evil god would condense for a moment, then drift apart again. When condensed, you could vaguely make out a human shape, angrily roaring at the outside of the bottle.

 

Gao Shi threw his cigarette butt into a nearby trash can and exhaled lightly.

 

The pure yang constitution naturally ran hot, and after all that activity just now, he felt somewhat overheated.

 

Gao Shi exhaled a scorching breath, brushing his short bangs upward to reveal his smooth forehead, crystalline sweat beads scattering.

 

Still feeling it wasn’t enough, he reached to unbutton his collar.

 

At this moment, a coolness suddenly swept from beside him, making him squint his eyes in satisfaction. Only then did he look to the side—it was Ying Bujie.

 

Ying Bujie, dressed in white robes, stood in the deep autumn night. Just looking at him made one feel coolness, made one think of night-blooming cereus opening under moonlight.

 

His entire being was like a large air conditioner. Gao Shi couldn’t help but walk two steps toward Ying Bujie.

 

Ying Bujie glanced at him and silently circulated his spiritual power, causing the temperature around Gao Shi to drop further.

 

Bathing in the cool air, Gao Shi kicked at Li Mochen who lay like a dead dog at his feet, saying to the Anomaly Police and Spirit Police who had followed, “He’s the one who summoned the evil god. Besides that, I suspect he might have murder cases on his hands.”

 

Upon hearing this, Yin Ling’s expression became serious, “Understood.”

 

The more Gao Shi looked at Li Mochen, the more annoyed he became. He simply turned his head and said, “Get him locked in the car first. I’m afraid I can’t control myself and might chop him with an axe.”

 

Probably no father could maintain rationality when their child had nearly been violated by a beast.

 

Whenever cases involved the Yin realm, they were all handled according to Yin realm laws. The greatest principle of the Yin realm was not letting Yin realm creatures harm the safety of Yang realm beings. Anyone who violated this law faced only one outcome: death.

 

Li Mochen’s danger level was very high—actually this was still manageable, as the Spirit Police working at the Joint Management Bureau all had fairly high danger levels, and danger level was proportional to spiritual power content—the problem was that he used the evil god’s power to seize Gao Gusheng in full view of everyone and attempted to flee.

 

If such terrifying power were used freely in the Yang realm, it would cause large-scale disasters.

 

As expected, Li Mochen would probably spend the rest of his life in prison.

 

If they confirmed he really had blood on his hands, he wouldn’t get to enjoy the country’s inclusive lifestyle of food, housing, and job assignment—they’d blow the suona for him directly.

 

Gao Shi no longer paid attention to Li Mochen who had been stuffed into the vehicle. He turned and walked toward his unlucky son who had just recovered from his shock.

 

Like petting a dog, he pulled his son over and examined his wrists and ankles that had been bound by rope. His movements seemed rough, but when they touched Gao Gusheng’s wrists and ankles, they were very gentle.

 

Gao Gusheng quickly said, “Dad, Daoist Ying helped treat me just now. I’m completely fine.”

 

As he spoke, he jumped up and down like a lively and healthy little chubby bird.

 

Gao Shi breathed a sigh of relief and turned to thank Ying Bujie, who simply shook his head lightly.

 

He extended his index finger and gently touched Gao Gusheng’s forehead.

 

“After using blood kinship guidance, there will be blood mist residue on the person being tracked. It needs to be cleaned up.”

 

As he spoke, an invisible red mist gradually formed around Gao Gusheng, turning into a blood drop.

 

Gao Gusheng opened his eyes wide, looking in amazement at the blood drop suspended above Ying Bujie’s hand.

 

What teenage boy doesn’t dream of sword flying and turning water to ice? This person before him was a living cultivation master!

 

Gao Gusheng’s eyes shone as bright as titanium alloy.

 

Unfortunately, he soon remembered his own cursed constitution and couldn’t help but lower his head, feeling somewhat dejected.

 

“…You must protect your own hair and blood.”

 

“Blood and hair are very important mediums. If they fall into enemy hands, they could very likely become blades that harm you.”

 

The blood drop in Ying Bujie’s hand stopped growing.

 

He lowered his eyes. Gao Shi’s blood still tempted him, but this temptation was different from the previous time. He couldn’t figure out exactly what was different.

 

Perhaps it was because his soul was incomplete.

 

Finally, he closed his eyes, suppressed the desire in his heart, and slowly applied force, wanting to completely destroy this blood drop.

 

But at the very last moment, a second blood drop swayed unsteadily, slowly forming beside the first one.

 

The second blood drop was very small, probably only one-tenth the size of the first. If not for everyone present having quite good eyesight, they might have missed it.

 

Ying Bujie’s eyes focused slightly.

 

“Strange…”

 

“What?”

 

He frowned, then shook his head, “Perhaps I used too much blood earlier.”

 

The blood used as a spiritual energy carrier should have completely evaporated after the blood kinship guidance was finished, but somehow, some remained this time.

 

Ying Bujie clenched his ten fingers into fists, completely destroying those two blood drops.

 

He looked down at his palm, not knowing what he was thinking.

 

Xuan Yu applied several seals to the evil god in succession. After ensuring everything was foolproof, he gazed at the evil god’s phantom trapped in the spirit-locking bottle and asked, “Is this the legendary evil god? Why is it so weak?”

 

“No matter how weak an evil god is, it should at least still be a god. According to ancient texts, ‘humans and gods are different, the difference is vast, like a natural chasm.'” Gao Shi glanced at the spirit-locking bottle and snorted with laughter.

 

How could a god possibly be chased around the streets by him, a mere mortal carrying an axe, and finally be forcibly stuffed into a spirit-locking bottle covered in wounds?

 

Gao Shi shook his head, “Probably just some wandering ghost or mountain spirit pretending to be an evil god.”

 

The phantom in the spirit-locking bottle began struggling frantically, sometimes taking human form, sometimes becoming mist. You could tell the evil god was very agitated.

 

Finding it interesting, Yin Ling poked Xuan Yu. Xuan Yu had no choice but to cast a spell to open the sound restriction on the spirit-locking bottle. Through a layer of formations, the evil god’s voice was muffled and sounded somewhat distorted.

 

“I am the leader of the ten great evil gods of ancient times! How dare a child look down on me! It’s only because spiritual energy is insufficient now that I cannot maintain my state. This is truly a tiger fallen to the plains being bullied by dogs!”

 

Gao Shi sneered coldly, meeting the evil god in the bottle eye to eye, “Oh? Leader of the ten great evil gods? Do you know that among these ten great evil gods, ‘evil god’ refers to a title, and doesn’t actually mean ‘evil deity’?”

 

“Legend has it that the ten great evil gods are Yaksha, Qi Lang, Bixie, Judge, Ox Head, Horse Face, Dragon Girl, Fox Immortal, Erlang Shen, and Xing Tian. Which of these has your lustful and wretched appearance?”

 

Hearing this, the evil god became even angrier, jumping up and down in the bottle, “A human with a lifespan of merely decades dares to speak falsely about evil gods! I have survived from ancient times to now—human legends have long been distorted. How could they be as clear as what I know!”

 

His agitated appearance made everyone even more suspicious. Yin Ling stroked his chin, carefully examined the bottle, then said, “Indeed, we can take him back for the research department to interrogate. Those guys would probably go crazy with joy if they knew this was the legendary evil god.”

 

Gao Shi acknowledged, “My blood has a restraining effect on this guy. Tell the research department that if they can’t get anything out of him, I don’t mind donating some blood to help you torture him for information.”

 

The evil god in the spirit-locking bottle’s face twisted completely. He immediately quieted down, silently curling himself into a ball against the bottle wall, staying far from the pool of blood at the bottom. This made it hard not to wonder what tragic events had occurred in the few short minutes between when they received Gao Shi’s signal and when they arrived.

 

Gao Shi couldn’t be bothered with that cowardly evil god anymore.

 

He turned back to look at Gao Gusheng again. Gao Gusheng said emotionally, “Dad, don’t worry, I’m fine.”

 

Gao Shi sneered and grabbed his son by the neck like picking up a puppy, “Oh? You’re fine, but I have something to ask you—what do you mean by ‘being expelled from the Gao family for having no spiritual roots,’ and what do you mean by ‘really missing home, so this time the goal is to earn several billion’?”

 

Gao Gusheng immediately broke out in cold sweat.

 

His completely fabricated essay full of nonsense had been caught red-handed by his dad!

 

Gao Shi was a reasonable parent who never used corporal punishment on his child, so he said, “Your great-grandfather’s birthday is this weekend. Pack up, I’m taking you back, and I’ll get you a position in the company. You’re an adult now—it’s time you learned properly from your grandfather.”

 

 

Gao Gusheng had originally been listening with a smile, but as he listened, his expression changed. He asked cautiously, “Dad, it’s not you who’ll teach me about company matters? It’s grandfather who’ll teach me?”

 

Gao Shi ruffled his hair, “Of course it’s your grandfather who’ll teach you. If I go back to the company, your grandfather will definitely catch me.”

 

Gao Gusheng immediately put on a bitter face. Gao Shi was amused by his son’s bitter melon expression and raised an eyebrow, “What? You’re not satisfied having your grandfather as your teacher?”

 

Gao Gusheng quickly shook his head, “Satisfied! How could I not be satisfied? I’m extremely satisfied!”

 

Gao Gusheng was lively and spontaneous, while his father was serious and rigorous. When the two got along, it was like idealism clashing with realism. Daily interactions were fine, but once it involved Gao Shi’s professional areas, the two would butt heads with neither giving way.

 

“Alright, let’s go back!”

 

Gao Shi turned to Yin Ling and said, “I’ll go back later and write up a report on what happened this time for you. It involves some other things too.”

 

As he spoke, he waved the axe in his hand that now looked like a keychain.

 

Yin Ling gave an OK gesture, “Brother Gao, hurry back and rest. You fought with those two guys, you must be very…”

 

As Yin Ling spoke, he just couldn’t bring himself to say the word “tired.” Looking at Gao Shi’s rosy complexion and high spirits, he didn’t look tired at all—in fact, he seemed even more handsome than before.

 

Gao Shi naturally had a fiery temperament, but probably because he had a child at home, he’d gained some composure.

 

Now, he was like an unsheathed sword, with all his sharp edges exposed.

 

Others would instinctively look away when meeting his gaze, feeling like nothing could hide under his scrutiny.

 

Yin Ling clicked his tongue inwardly, thinking that finding a partner for Brother Gao would probably be difficult.

 

Gao Shi’s aura was too overwhelming—standing beside him, it would be hard not to pale in comparison.

 

Just as he was thinking this, his gaze shifted and he happened to see Gao Gusheng and Ying Bujie beside Gao Shi.

 

He was immediately stunned.

 

A string of “holy shit” flashed through Yin Ling’s mind—no way? No way? Lele being Brother Gao’s son and standing harmoniously beside him, that he could understand, but why did Daoist Ying and Brother Gao also look so harmonious standing together?! The three of them standing together—if you didn’t know better, you’d think they were a family of three.

 

Yin Ling shook his head, trying to shake out the nonsense from his brain. He thought he must be getting confused from being too tired lately. He’d definitely have to drink two cans of milk when he got back, then take a hot bath.

 

Yin Ling waved at Gao Shi, “Alright, Brother Gao, we’re leaving.”

 

Gao Shi acknowledged.

 

However, the moment Xuan Yu withdrew the isolation formation, phone signals returned and messages flooded in. Yin Ling’s phone made a series of notification sounds, buzzing and ringing so much that he almost dropped it.

 

While getting in the car, he muttered, “What’s going on? What’s going on? This bombardment of messages—I thought it was the end of the world.”

 

He pulled out his phone to look, and once he saw it, he couldn’t move.

 

“Bro—Brother Gao! Quick, look at Weibo! Your son is trending again!”

 

***

 

《Popular Movie King’s Secret Rendezvous with Mysterious Lover, Photos Artistically Beautiful》

 

Clicking on the photo showed two people embracing.

 

Tall trees, golden sunlight, and a large patch of blooming red roses behind them.

 

It had to be said that the paparazzi photographer did have some artistic talent. This composition was shot better than many TV drama promotional photos, with many people thinking it was publicity material from some production crew.

 

However, looking closer, weren’t those two people in the picture Movie King Xiao Yusheng and Gao Gusheng, who had been trending frequently lately?!

 

This photo was damn clear in quality, making people suspect this paparazzi had previously been a war correspondent.

 

Sure enough, the top pinned comment was:

 

【Eh? This person… Gao Gusheng?】

 

There were over a thousand comments below.

 

【Holy shit! Earlier, my idol said on Weibo that he was very optimistic about Gao Gusheng. Does this mean we’re about to have a sister-in-law?】

 

【Wow, these two look so well-matched! So dazzling!】

 

【Handsome men together, I can handle this!】

 

【Can the fujoshi patients please not come here stirring things up? Maybe they’re just good friends?】

 

【No way, if they were just good friends, how could they almost be kissing?】

 

Movie King Xiao’s fan count was no joke. Before long, Weibo crashed, and everyone continued the battle on other social platforms, which began crashing one after another.

 

Programmers were dragged from their beds in the middle of the night to resignedly begin system maintenance.

 

A programmer touched his increasingly sparse scalp, looking at this young man who had crashed Weibo for the second time, unable to help feeling grief-stricken.

 

In the office filled with wails, one programmer took out three cigarettes from his drawer and placed them in front of him, then pulled up Gao Gusheng’s photo on his computer.

 

He respectfully held the three cigarettes and bowed, murmuring under his breath.

 

“Little Brother Gao, is it because I didn’t worship you these past few days that you got unhappy and gave us a big one? I’m offering you cigarettes now—please let this trending topic die down quickly. I really don’t want to get up for overtime in the middle of the night again!”

 

Another programmer leaned over and asked, “Does worshipping Little Brother Gao actually work?”

 

The programmer put down his cigarettes, “I think it works pretty well. It’s just that tonight before bed, this was the first time I didn’t worship, and such a big incident happened.”

 

The other programmer quickly said, “Quick, quick, quick! Send me a photo too! I’ll join in! Strength in numbers!”

 

Programmers throughout the office stood up one after another, “Me too, me too!”

 

Not only were programmers forced to join this carnival, but pu

 

blic accounts also joined this gossip party, and soon many eye-catching headlines were released.

 

Things like 《Popular Movie King Secretly Meets Pure Male College Student, This Person Is Actually Him!》

 

Things like 《The Untold Story Between Movie King Xiao and the Male College Student》.

 

Things like 《Popular Movie King’s Romance Suspected to be Exposed, Movie King Previously Voiced Support on Weibo, Saying: “I’m Very Optimistic About Him”》.

 

In just one short hour, almost all social media platforms were dominated by this news.

 

And it was precisely during this one hour that Gao Shi was busy beating people up, Yin Ling and the others were hurriedly searching for evidence against Li Mochen, while the protagonist of the incident was still tied up like a caterpillar, making up stories.

 

Randomly clicking on any headline would show heated discussions about this news below, and Gao Gusheng also took out his phone to find his WeChat had been flooded with 99+ messages, all of them greetings and inquiries.

 

He opened his Weibo private messages to find Movie King Xiao had sent him an apology. He explained that his team was trying to suppress the trending topic, but this time it seemed impossible to suppress, suspecting there might be people pushing it behind the scenes.

 

Moreover, trending topics were always better handled through openness rather than suppression. If people knew they were completely innocent, this matter would just blow over with a laugh. The more they tried to suppress it, the more people would suspect something fishy was going on. Therefore, the movie king suggested meeting up so they could discuss what excuse would be easier for Gao Gusheng to accept.

 

Xiao Yusheng also said that in fact, his team already had the best solution—it just depended on whether he could accept it.

 

Gao Gusheng frowned as he read this private message, then clicked on that photo again.

 

It was obvious this photo used perspective tricks. At the time, Xiao Yusheng had only loosely embraced him, not nearly as intimately as the photo suggested—in the picture, it looked like the two were about to kiss.

 

Gao Shi sneered coldly.

 

“Looks like more trouble is about to emerge.”

 

***

 

Layer upon layer of mountains, dense with forests.

 

If any cultivator passed by here, they would be shocked by the yin energy, ghostly energy, and spiritual energy so dense it was almost tangible.

 

If energy had substance, then looking down from high above, the surrounding energy would be flowing continuously into one place like a funnel.

 

In the darkness, someone opened their eyes.

 

One eye was pitch black, the other blood red, inexplicably striking fear into hearts.

 

He gazed at a point in the darkness, as if seeing interesting scenes in the blackness, letting out strange laughter.

 

“So fragrant.”

 

“Then you shall be my bride.”

 

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