Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1466 - 1459: A Beautiful Misunderstanding

Chapter 1466: Chapter 1459: A Beautiful Misunderstanding

Hearing his words, Baiyue was so shocked she couldn’t speak; she just stared at him with her mouth agape, her breath trembling slightly.

"Is it not magical?" Cheng Ziang asked.

Taking a deep breath, Baiyue frowned slightly and said, "It seems Fulajie’er has used this method before."

"Probably Liseya learned it at that time," Cheng Ziang said with a shrug.

"So, did you invade that girl?" Baiyue asked.

"Sort of," Cheng Ziang nodded.

"Why?" Baiyue demanded.

He turned his head but saw Baiyue staring intently at him, a look that made him feel slightly uncomfortable, so he scratched his head and said, "Can you believe that everything I’ve done is for us?"

"I believe," Baiyue stared at him, nodding firmly.

"Then I don’t need to say bullshit," Cheng Ziang spread his hands out and said.

"But you have to tell me, I want to know what you are thinking. Since we are united, we shouldn’t hide things from each other, right?" Baiyue said.

"Alright," Cheng Ziang shrugged and his expression became serious. Looking at Zisu not far away, he squinted and said, "We are now on Aximiya Island, where the Ghost Race lives, speaking the Ghost Race language. If we want to communicate with the Ghost Race, we have to rely on translations, which is Miss Zisu."

"You don’t trust her?" Baiyue immediately caught the gist of what Cheng Ziang meant.

"It’s not that I don’t trust her, but after all, she is from the Demon Clan, and we are from Earth. She has to look out for the interests of the Demon Clan, while we have to look out for our interests. It’s not about who’s right or wrong, it’s just that our positions are different," Cheng Ziang sighed, his tone somewhat solemn.

"So..." Baiyue hesitated to ask.

"So, we can only rely on ourselves, on our own ability to communicate with the Ghost Race, to understand them, rather than through translation. We don’t understand the Ghost Race language, who knows if Zisu will insert her own agenda during the translation," Cheng Ziang said.

"After you put it that way, it does seem to make sense," Baiyue nodded in relief after hearing Cheng Ziang’s words.

"So I took this opportunity to invade this isolated Ghost Race girl," Cheng Ziang said.

"There won’t be any side effects, right?" Baiyue asked worriedly.

"There shouldn’t be, I’ve asked Liseya to be gentler," Cheng Ziang scratched his head.

"So you can now speak the language of the Ghost Race?" Baiyue continued to ask.

"Hmm-hmm, as fluent as my native tongue," Cheng Ziang showed a confident smile, but it was blocked by the mask.

"Uh..." Baiyue once again fell into thought.

"Any other questions?" Cheng Ziang asked.

"You..." Baiyue looked up at him, hesitated for a moment while biting her lip, and then asked somewhat coyly, "Could you... maybe let Liseya also..."

"There might be risks," Cheng Ziang understood what she wanted to say and said proactively, "I can bear the risk of that girl being invaded, but I can’t bear the risk of you guys being invaded, no matter what. This is not a joke. After all, Liseya is only willing to protect me. No one can guarantee she won’t be hostile to you guys, so..."

"I understand..." Baiyue pursed her lips and nodded with a look of disappointment.

"However, when we return, we can have Xiao Fula copy the information from my mind and pass it to you. After all, we both trust her," Cheng Ziang continued to console.

"Mm, that’s the only way." Baiyue nodded, her brows finally relaxing.

As the two were making small talk, Balan, who was crying in his mother’s arms not far away, suddenly thought of something. He pointed at Feng and babbled a bunch of words. Upon hearing what he said, the surrounding Ghost Race people suddenly became lively, all crowding around Feng.

Faced with this sudden situation, Feng seemed a bit at a loss. After a brief moment of hesitation, she decisively drew her long sword, adopting a threatening stance.

"Don’t mess around, don’t mess around, they mean no harm," seeing Feng’s actions, Miss Zisu got quite a fright and hurriedly waved her hands, trying to persuade her.

"What’s going on?" Noticing the commotion, Cheng Ziang and Baiyue turned their attention to Feng. After hearing what the onlooking Ghost Race people said, Cheng Ziang moved behind Feng and pressed her hand with the knife down, comforting her, "They mean no harm, don’t worry."

"Oh." Feng evidently took Cheng Ziang’s words more seriously and immediately put away her knife.

However, facing the Ghost Race people’s crowd around her, for the first time, she showed signs of discomfort and quickly hid behind Cheng Ziang to avoid the gazes of the onlooking Ghost Race people.

"What exactly is happening here?" Cheng Ziang pretended not to understand the language of the Ghost Race in front of Miss Zisu and looked at her with a surprised question.

"Uhm..." Miss Zisu scratched her head and pointed at Feng, saying somewhat awkwardly, "They’re saying that the little guy beside you saw that little girl naked, and now they’re demanding she marries into their family."

"Ah..." Cheng Ziang was startled for a moment, then broke out in a cold sweat. Luckily, he hadn’t been spotted staring at the girl earlier, or he might indeed have ended up marrying in.

"Is there some kind of misunderstanding?" Cheng Ziang said helplessly.

"I wanted to say that too, but they’re too excited," Miss Zisu said with an awkward smile, then spoke in the Ghost Race language to Balan and his mother, "They are outsiders, not locals, so they don’t quite understand the customs here."

"But that person saw Balan’s face, Balan has been defiled by him, she can’t marry anyone else now. If he doesn’t want her, doesn’t that mean Balan will never be able to marry?" Balan’s mother pointed at Feng, her tone unusually agitated.

Agitation was normal; after all, in such conservative places with strange traditions, a girl’s chastity is taken very seriously. So the words of Balan’s mother immediately set the scene ablaze again, with the Ghost Race people clamoring for Feng to marry into Balan’s family.

The Ghost Race is not matriarchal, and this sort of unfounded demand for a foreigner to marry into their community indeed felt uncomfortable. If they really wanted to express their gratitude to their savior, shouldn’t it be by marrying out instead?

However, Cheng Ziang and the others didn’t give it much thought, knowing full well that Feng, being from Kyushu and disliked by the Ghost Race, could not possibly marry into a Ghost Race village. Moreover, Feng was a girl; how could a girl marry in? The Ghost Race had no such tradition.

"Everyone calm down, this child is a girl, she can’t marry into your family," said Miss Zisu, her words striking like thunder, silencing the previously bubbling crowd. Everyone looked at Miss Zisu dumbfounded.

"What a beautiful misunderstanding..." Cheng Ziang sighed, then couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, "Luckily, I wasn’t the one who tried to take off her mask, otherwise I’d never be able to clear my name no matter how hard I tried."

Baiyue, standing beside him, seemed to have heard his grumbling and let out a soft chuckle.

"Then, Mr. Cheng Ziang, would you allow your companion to take off her mask?" Facing everyone’s questions, Miss Zisu turned to Cheng Ziang with some embarrassment.

"Of course." Cheng Ziang nodded, pulled Feng from behind him, and then removed her mask.

The moment the mask was removed, Feng’s face was suddenly exposed. Seeing her Kyushu features, all the Ghost Race people gasped, and they quickly started to discuss among themselves; some disdained, while others didn’t mind.

But regardless, the view that Feng was a girl was now irrefutable, and no matter how much the Ghost Race people made a fuss, they couldn’t expect Balan to marry a girl.

Balan stared blankly at Feng, his wide eyes revealing a hint of disappointment. Having seen her face, Cheng Ziang could even guess what she was feeling at the moment.

However, beyond the disappointment, Balan inexplicably showed a trace of shyness, leaving Cheng Ziang utterly baffled.

"What’s going on? Why does he seem even more excited after finding out Feng is a girl?" Cheng Ziang couldn’t help but complain.

"Maybe they’ve awakened some formidable trait," Baiyue couldn’t help but join in on his complaints.