The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 100 - 98 Fengdu Ghost King

Chapter 100: Chapter 98 Fengdu Ghost King

Old Mrs. Yun’s eyes were filled with confusion, "No, no. You caused my son’s death, there’s no doubt about that. It was you, the three of you were in a car accident, why were you the only one unharmed? It must have been you who caused their deaths..."

Yun Qi sighed.

Being misunderstood by her grandmother in public, she was not angry.

Though she was still young and couldn’t fully grasp many of the world’s emotions, one thing was sure—

A mother’s loss of a child is the greatest pain in the human world.

She understood her grandmother, losing a son was the most secret and excruciating scar in her heart.

"Qi, I don’t know who you are, please leave my family alone, leave my children alone...I beg you!"

Saying this, Old Mrs. Yun was about to kneel.

Yun Qi stepped back, staring steadily at her.

On the opposite side, Shen Cong let out a wild laugh:

"Hahaha... Yun Qi, being unable to defend yourself, you must feel awful, right? Today, the old lady has decided you’re the murderer of her son. How will you survive in the Yun Family in the future?"

"Sss—"

In the distant sky, a sigh seemed to echo, followed by a deep, pleasant male voice, "Since when do outsiders have the right to meddle in our family affairs?"

Yun Qiuce was stunned, the voice... a bit familiar but he couldn’t recall it at the moment.

Old Mrs. Yun shivered violently, as if struck by something.

Yun Qi turned back in surprise, her eyes clear and bright.

Then an overwhelmingly eerie chill enveloped the entire room, the air becoming cold and damp, as if entering another world.

Out of nowhere, a swirling black fog appeared in mid-air, and a tall, imposing human figure slowly emerged from it.

The person wore a wide-sleeved black robe with intricate gold stitching at the hem, landing gracefully, exuding an icy noble aura that left everyone speechless for a long time.

A pair of beautiful eyes indifferently scanned the crowd, the line of the chin carved into a faintly mocking smile.

"You, you are..." Yun Qiuce’s eyes widened, pointing at the man in the black robe, his eyes reflecting that handsome yet familiar face.

"Third Brother, you’re Third Brother! Mom!" He looked at the old lady.

Half-kneeling, the old lady stared blankly at the man in black before her.

Though his attire was out of place among the others present, that face was unmistakable, she remembered it till her death.

It was her third son, Yun Qiuhong’s face.

"Qiuhong, is that you? Is it really you?" The old lady staggered to her feet, crying uncontrollably, "Why didn’t you come to see Mom, I think about you every day..."

She stumbled forward, wanting to touch the man’s face; faced with those cold, sharp eyes, she suddenly shivered and pulled back her hand.

Suddenly imbued with profound wisdom, Yun Qiuce gazed in shock at the man’s clothing, that all-black robe, that stern aura, and with deep sorrow and genuine emotion asked:

"Third Brother, did you die with a grievance, discontented, which is why you dressed like this after death?!"

The man in the black robe: ...

The brother in the human world is still so smart!

"Who... who are you?"

Shen Cong suddenly staggered back, pointing at the man in the black robe, looking frightened.

Before the man in the black robe could answer, he looked at Yun Qi and then at the man.

One is a chubby little dumpling, the other a tall, noble man, yet they looked astonishingly similar in both appearance and demeanor, almost a mirror image.

Yun Qiuce: "Are you blind? Didn’t you hear me call him Third Brother, my Third Brother, who is also Qi’s father; you bullied a child, now the adult has come to call you to account."

"Impossible, impossible, you being father and daughter, how could that be..."

The dream that had haunted him while unconscious replayed in his mind repeatedly, "Do you admit your guilt?"

The person questioning him over and over was the man standing before him.

But the man stood at a high position, atop a grand hall.

How could he be Yun Qi’s father?

The man in the black robe looked down at the tears streaming down the old lady’s face, sighed, "It was just rebirth to endure calamities, I didn’t expect to form such deep ties, it’s my fault, I should have resolved your inner turmoil earlier."

Old Mrs. Yun looked up through her tears, "Qiuhong, you mean..."

The man in the black robe raised his hand and touched the spot between her eyebrows, instantly dispelling the redness in her eyes, clarity replacing the confusion in her gaze.

She turned to look at Yun Qi and then back at the man in the black robe, muttering, "I..."

Yun Qiuce quickly said: "Mom, you don’t need to blame yourself, Shen Cong controlled you, it’s not your fault."

"No, ever since Qi came home, I’ve been repeating the same nightmare, dreaming of the day your third brother had the car accident, as if I were trapped there, unable to escape. So I was worried Qi would affect others, influence you, Yun Kuang, and Yun Ying. I’ve actually been resisting Qi all along, Qi, Grandma is sorry."

Yun Qi shook her head, "My father said it’s all his fault, he should have given you a dream earlier. Naughty children, Grandma, you should spank him."

The man in the black robe: ...

He glanced back at Little Dumpling, muttering to himself: "Exactly like my own child."

"Everyone shut up!"

The Yun Family reunion scene strongly stimulated Shen Cong, who yelled hysterically, resembling a madman.

"I don’t care who you are, don’t parade in front of me pretending to be a ghost, I hate the sight of you Yun Family people, the old man always pressured me, I only got a chance when he retired. And you, old hag, you’re useless! Yun Qi, you’re a child, yet you flaunt tricks, genius, I don’t acknowledge..."

The man in the black robe tilted his head, glanced at him indifferently, and smiled.

With the spread of that smile came infinite killing intent.

In the next second, Shen Cong’s body suddenly flew backward, slamming heavily into the wall then falling to the ground, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

Yet he still reluctantly raised his head, resentfully spitting bloody spittle, "You, who exactly are you?"

The man in the black robe folded his arms, slowly walked forward, his tone light and full of mockery:

"You’re not qualified to ask my identity, although I don’t mind telling you."

He turned around, tilting his head to glance at Yun Qi, receiving a helpless gaze from Little Dumpling, yet not getting angry.

He slowly said, "Thousands of years ago, in folk sacrifices, I was revered as Fengdu Ghost King."

"Ghost... Ghost... Ghost King!" Yun Qiuce was speechless.

The legendary ghost king of Fengdu Ghost City!

In the Xuan Sect, summoning a Yin Cha is already one of the highest mystical techniques, only a top-level mysticism expert with peak cultivation could manage that.

As for the ghost king, in the history of Xuan Sect, no one had ever laid eyes on his true form.

Now, he appeared before his eyes in the guise of his Third Brother.