Even though Liu Buli was as brave as he could be, he couldn't help but feel a jolt of nervousness when he heard that sudden sentence.
After all, the voice was so close to him. Even if his attention was focused on Lu Wuming's battle, it was strange that he wouldn't be able to sense anyone approaching.
This meant that the other party's strength was far superior to his.
Or perhaps...
Liu Buli suddenly turned his head to look. Upon discovering the presence behind him, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
It was a shadow, like a mass of black mist.
In other words, it was merely a conceptual existence that hadn't even formed a physical body. Perhaps it was a thought projected by someone with profound cultivation, but thoughts couldn't harm people, nor could they interfere with them. Therefore, Liu Buli hadn't felt its approach, and naturally, he didn't care about its approach.
After all, this thing, to be honest...
It was just a simple messenger.
Realizing this, Liu Buli became much more relaxed. He casually rolled his eyes at the mist and asked with certainty, "You're the Ghost King, aren't you? You're not much different from what I imagined. You can't leave Ghost City to come here, so you're appearing in this form, right? You came all this way just to watch your two sons fight. It must be tough for you."
Liu Buli's mouth, when facing enemies, was never one to hold back. He could make people irritable just by talking.
However, the Ghost King was an experienced being and didn't show much anger at Liu Buli's words. Instead, he smiled and said, "Yes, you guessed my identity correctly, but you didn't guess the rest. I didn't come here to watch their duel. I came to see my son devour you. I know of your existence, but you are too insignificant to warrant my personal attention."
Since it was just a mass of black mist, his voice was somewhat ethereal and indistinct. It was unlikely to discern anything else from his voice, so Liu Buli simply gave up.
He disliked engaging in meaningless conversations with enemies.
Especially when Lu Wuming was in a decisive battle, he didn't want to divert his attention elsewhere.
So, he shifted his gaze back to the distant battle. Liu Buli thought for a moment and then replied to the black mist beside him, saying, "Wuming will not lose. He is my most accomplished disciple and my most beloved lover. He promised me that he would protect me for a hundred, a thousand years, free from all worries. How could he possibly lose to mere ghosts?"
This time, his words were exceptionally firm.
Unfortunately, the black mist seemed to think he was lying and didn't respond.
Liu Buli didn't care. He wasn't saying it because he needed a response. He was simply expressing his attitude, nothing more.
After another moment of silence, a faint, indistinct voice emanated from the silent black mist once more. It said, "No matter what you think, Lu Wuming will eventually leave with me. That is his home, and that is the life he should have. He is a wolf; by your side, he can only be a dog."
Hearing this, Liu Buli pondered seriously. He had to admit, what the other party said seemed to be the truth.
When facing others, calling Lu Wuming a wolf seemed insufficient. He was more like an emissary from hell, constantly wielding a soul-snatching chain, ready to send anyone he disliked straight to the underworld.
Yet, in front of him, Lu Wuming was always a big dog, wagging his tail, acting cute, and trying to please him. As long as Liu Buli was willing to ruffle his head, Lu Wuming would be happy for a long time.
Lu Wuming considered him his treasure, and the most important, irreplaceable deity in the world. It was precisely because of this that Lu Wuming was willing to be a big dog in front of him. And neither of them felt there was anything wrong with it.
Thinking this, Liu Buli scratched his head and replied to the black mist with utmost sincerity, "If you put it that way, then I think my educational methods have been incredibly successful. Thank you for your high praise; it's almost embarrassing."
Liu Buli genuinely appeared very happy.
The black mist seemed to think he was seriously ill.
In any case, for the next while, the black mist refused to engage him further. They continued to watch the battle, and after the time it took for an incense stick to burn, they watched with their own eyes as Lu Wuming tore off one of the arms of the ghost who claimed to be his brother with his bare hands.
Blood splattered, and the scene was so gruesome that it looked no different from ordinary human violence.
Discarding the severed arm, Lu Wuming glanced at the ghost in front of him, who was clutching his wound and waiting for it to heal. A smile, which could only be described as cruel, slowly spread across his face.
Lu Wuming spoke, "You can't beat me. Is this the strength of your ghost race? It seems to be nothing special. So disappointing."
The ghost seemed shocked by his ferocity, his eyes filled with even more surprise and confusion. He shook his head and asked, "I've heard rumors about you. They all say you don't eat people. But how can you become strong if you don't eat people? Have you secretly eaten many humans without others knowing?"
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Lu Wuming glared. "Isn't eating people dirty and disgusting? If I really did, my master would never want to kiss me again! Even for that reason, I would never eat people!"
He spoke with utter conviction.
However, this reason stunned the ghost and made Liu Buli cover his eyes with a complicated expression.
At least in this regard, Lu Wuming never disappointed.
After a moment of silence, the ghost shook his head, his face filled with even more confusion. He said, "Then how exactly did you become so strong? It's illogical."
Lu Wuming thought for a long time.
As the ghost waited expectantly for his answer, he suddenly put on an expression of sudden realization and said, "I know, it must be because I often cultivate with my master, so my cultivation has improved rapidly. If you want to become as strong as me, don't just focus on eating people; dual cultivation is the fastest shortcut."
After saying this, he paused and stared at the other's face for a while. Then he shook his head and put on a rather sympathetic expression, saying, "However, with your looks, finding someone to dual cultivate with you will probably be quite difficult. So, it's better to die early and be reborn into a normal family. You don't have to be good-looking, but please don't be this ugly."