UCS Chapter 107

Surging golden spiritual energy flowed from the axe, through Gao Shi’s body, and into Ying Bujie.

 

Gao Shi felt no discomfort, only a pleasant calm as the cool energy smoothed his agitation.

 

Ying Bujie’s silver-white spiritual energy, like a lover long parted, leapt to entwine with Gao Shi’s arm. In that instant of spiritual fusion, Gao Shi shuddered, an indescribable mix of bittersweet joy flooding his heart, as if this intimacy was meant to be.

 

This loss of control lasted only a moment, then the emotions receded like a tide, and Gao Shi regained his composure, watching Ying Bujie’s face grow rosy.

 

Gao Shi finally relaxed, even turning to Kongmiao. “Old man, do you want some?”

 

He felt he still had strength to spare.

 

Kongmiao, never having seen such a scene, was stunned. When Gao Shi looked at him, he quickly shook his head. “Your spiritual energy is too dense. With my mortal body, I couldn’t withstand it—would be shattered into pieces.”

 

Kongmiao looked longingly at the overflowing spiritual energy around Gao Shi and Ying Bujie, then painfully withdrew his gaze and began meditating.

 

Ying Bujie, under Gao Shi’s energy, slowly opened his eyes.

 

“Daoist Ying, you…”

 

The moment Gao Shi met Ying Bujie’s gaze, his question vanished. Ying Bujie’s eyes were filled with sorrow and joy, like a traveler who had wandered the void for millennia, finally seeing the treasure he had long sought.

 

But the next instant, Ying Bujie returned to his usual dazed look, though the emotion lingered in his eyes. “Gusheng has been taken.”

 

Before Gao Shi could speak, Ying Bujie pricked his finger, preparing to use bloodline magic.

 

Just then, Gao Shi’s communicator rang, interrupting their actions.

 

This communicator, developed by the tech department, was similar to a walkie-talkie, with a recommended range of ten kilometers and an actual range of up to fifty kilometers. Beyond that, communication quality and location tracking declined, requiring spiritual energy to function.

 

This spiritual energy didn’t need to be released externally, but required a certain concentration within the body—essentially, it was designed for anomaly police.

 

Most anomaly police had their own communication methods.

 

Gao Shi answered, and a familiar voice came through, “Captain Gao, Team Three has reached the crew area!”

 

Ying Bujie, still performing bloodline magic, took Gao Shi’s hand and cast a spell to instantly travel to the crew. Team Three used a barrier talisman to isolate the crew from the village, so the village wouldn’t notice their arrival.

 

The crew’s emotions had been temporarily calmed. When Gao Shi arrived, Team Three members were gathered around something.

 

“Captain Gao!”

 

The squad leader called out, startled, “Captain Gao, someone from our team has infiltrated their ranks!”

 

They stepped aside, revealing a communicator in their midst.

 

The squad leader briefly explained the disappearance case in the village while adjusting the receiver, which became fuzzy beyond the recommended range.

 

A moment later, the communicator suddenly emitted a voice.

 

“Ooh, I’m so scared~”

 

Though the signal was weak, the deliberately high-pitched, magnetic male voice was clear amid the background noise.

 

Gao Shi fell silent.

 

The squad leader’s face turned green. “Captain Gao, our member did this to infiltrate and gather intelligence. He’s not usually like this!”

 

He quickly switched channels. “We sent two members in. The last one was posing as a crossdresser…”

 

After the switch, a voice came through—

 

“What are you doing? Rape! Assault!”

 

Wow, this voice was even deeper and rougher.

 

Even worse, the one shouting “pervert” and “assault” was someone Gao Shi knew.

 

Not just knew—someone very familiar: his own squad member, Xiong Xiong, nicknamed Da Xiong, whom he hadn’t seen for three months.

 

Da Xiong’s appearance… well, let’s just say the kind that made Gao Gusheng swoon.

 

Two meters and thirty centimeters tall, weighing two hundred and forty jin, all muscle, arms thicker than Gao Gusheng’s thighs.

 

Having such a muscle-bound man pretend to be a woman—were they serious?

 

Gao Shi gave the squad leader a complicated look. The squad leader felt his previous defense was terribly weak.

 

“Actually, we didn’t expect these two to be the ones who finally infiltrated. We sent ten members, each with a different style. Da Xiong was going for the ‘easy to give birth’ look.”

 

The “easy to give birth” look emphasized a large chest, broad waist, and wide hips—such a physique would make childbirth smoother and less likely to encounter complications.

 

Clearly, this style especially won the hearts of those who took Da Xiong. The communicator now transmitted a man’s heavy breathing. “My darling, come, let big brother love you~”

 

Gao Shi and Team Three exchanged glances, listening to the back-and-forth: “Don’t touch me!” “Ooh, feisty—brother likes that!” “No! Stop!” Gao Shi asked with difficulty, “This situation… should count as a work injury, right?”

 

Sorry, Da Xiong. The captain’s reach is limited—I can only try to get you compensation.

 

Then another man’s voice came through the communicator.

 

“Bastard!”

 

“What are you doing?!”

 

A loud crash followed, then the newcomer’s voice grew louder in reprimand. “You dare make a move before verifying she’s a virgin?!”

 

“An offering for the True Immortal is someone you can touch?!”

 

“Get lost!”

 

After more commotion, the communicator went quiet.

 

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief simultaneously.

 

Unexpectedly, a low, deliberately squeezed breathy voice came through. The later man said, “Baby, don’t worry. I’ll ask the True Immortal to give you to me, and then we’ll…”

 

Gao Shi looked at the squad leader in silence. “How about we just discuss compensation instead?”

 

Squad Leader: …

 

Just then, the blood tracking spell completed. A wavering red thread pointed into the distance.

 

It pointed in exactly the same direction as the communicator’s location.

 

Gao Shi’s expression turned grave. “My son has been taken. We’ll go ahead. The village next to the crew is a trafficking village—all the men are traffickers. Some women are traffickers too, but most are innocent victims.”

 

“Did you bring guns?”

 

Hearing how serious the situation was, the squad leader immediately gripped his weapon. “Yes!”

 

“Since we’ve found their headquarters, there’s no need to keep these villagers around for clues.”

 

“Since this involves the Yin Realm, and they likely have firearms or other weapons of mass destruction, with the crew right next door posing a serious threat to civilians, this is an extraordinary situation requiring extraordinary measures—”

 

Gao Shi’s gaze locked precisely on the anomaly police in the group.

 

“Can you do large-scale illusions?”

 

The officer he was looking at had gorgeous pink eyes.

 

She nodded, removed her hat, and unzipped her black jacket. From her back emerged a pair of large butterfly wings.

 

The enormous wings carried her into the air. The antennae on her forehead rapidly lengthened. From afar, she looked like a giant pink-purple butterfly.

 

Scale powder drifted down from the sky. Under the sun, the entire village seemed shrouded in pink mist—dreamlike yet eerie.

 

Men tearing at their shirts, about to assault newly purchased “goods,” wore intoxicated smiles as they slowly collapsed onto the women.

 

Old women with hands on hips, cursing their trafficked daughters-in-law as hens that wouldn’t lay eggs, went limp and fell to the ground, yet kept murmuring “good grandson, good grandson.”

 

Women curled in straw, clutching student IDs, smiled faintly in their dreams.

 

The entire village fell into slumber.

 

The officer landed, her face somewhat pale, the huge wings behind her dimmed.

 

Her illusion could make everyone fall into beautiful dreams, but the side effect was receiving their innermost desires and cravings.

 

Hearing others’ thoughts was not pleasant, especially when some people’s hearts were so filthy. The traffickers’ ugly curses and hateful violence, the women’s helpless pleas and desperate wails—all of it fueled a rage that nearly drove her to burn the village!

 

She suppressed her anger, half-asking, half-muttering, “Nightmares don’t count as torturing prisoners, right?”

 

Gao Shi glanced at her and said flatly, “Normal interrogation. What torture?”

 

Those involved with the Yin Realm would be tried under Yin Realm law.

 

Team Three went to handle village affairs. Gao Shi lifted his foot to head deeper into the mountains, but the moment he stepped forward, his head felt like someone had struck it hard—unbearable pain, dizziness.

 

He forced himself forward two more steps before falling into someone’s arms.

 

“Sleep. I’ll take you.”

 

The familiar sandalwood scent filled Gao Shi’s nose. He closed his eyes with relief and was pulled into endless nightmares.

 

…

 

Meanwhile, deep in the mountains.

 

Xiong Xiong was bound and carried to the so-called “virginity verification site.” Honestly, he was quite nervous.

 

Though his developed pecs and lifted glutes had already captured two men’s hearts, he was still a genuine male. Being “verified” left him uncertain.

 

Based on headquarters’ analysis, since these were tributes for the “True Immortal,” they absolutely wouldn’t use disrobing inspections—in ancient times, tributes were extremely particular. Requirements for tribute women were extraordinarily strict. Some “tributes” even had to wear veils from childhood, their entire bodies covered so outsiders couldn’t see their skin. So direct verification methods were impossible.

 

Given this, headquarters had prepared yin stones for them.

 

Yin stones contained heavy yin energy to mask the yang energy in male bodies.

 

Additionally, since Da Xiong had particularly strong yang energy, he carried two.

 

When Da Xiong received them, he’d thought: good thing it’s me. If it were his captain, probably a whole crate wouldn’t be enough.

 

He was carried to a dark stone cave. His 240-jin weight left the two men gasping. After placing him in the cave, they retreated to the side.

 

In the cave was a pool. In the pool floated a budding flower.

 

The flower was deep blue-purple—so dark it looked almost black if you didn’t look carefully.

 

After Da Xiong was brought over, the flower trembled and slowly bloomed.

 

The two men were deeply disappointed. They knew that if the flower bloomed, it meant the “woman” before them was a virgin and naturally wouldn’t be theirs.

 

But the flower bloomed only halfway, then stopped.

 

The men were dumbfounded. They’d never encountered such a situation and couldn’t determine what it meant.

 

Da Xiong gripped the yin stone in his hand. Figuring the flower probably bloomed from sensing yin energy, he secretly applied force and crushed the stone to pieces.

 

When the yin stone shattered, the yin energy contained within exploded outward. Both men felt a sudden chill, then saw the Extreme Yin Flower suddenly bloom completely—even a bit too vigorously, as if its flowering period was about to end.

 

The two men finally gave up and carried Da Xiong out.

 

…

 

Yun Zhiyi came to consciousness.

 

She quickly reached out—touching only empty air.

 

“Mianmian?”

 

She scrambled up and found herself locked in a dungeon.

 

Why use the word dungeon? Because iron bars surrounded this space, straw covered the ground—it was exactly like a prisoner’s cell from TV dramas.

 

The only difference was that this particular cell actually looked rather refined. The small bed even had several layers of bedding that appeared freshly aired.

 

Looking around, the dungeon seemed impossibly vast, stretching endlessly.

 

Her cousin’s film was about trafficking. Yun Zhiyi’s first thought was whether she’d been kidnapped and sold. Her second thought was whether someone had taken her and Tian Mian for ransom.

 

She was worried about Tian Mian.

 

Yun Zhiyi circled around but found nothing for self-defense.

 

No guards were present. Several women lay in nearby cells, all unconscious. Yun Zhiyi called out a few times but couldn’t wake them.

 

Where was this?

 

Things had been off since last night.

 

She didn’t know how they’d been drugged, but trafficking usually targeted women, rarely men. Zhou Jing and the others should be fine, right?

 

Lost in thought, she heard footsteps. Looking over, she saw two men carrying an unconscious woman, locking her in the cell diagonally across.

 

Only after the men left could Yun Zhiyi see the woman’s full appearance. She was stunned.

 

This person wore gaudy floral cotton clothing, had a burly physique, broad shoulders and thick waist. Yun Zhiyi’s eyes guaranteed—this was absolutely a man!

 

Men got trafficked too?

 

Remembering those two men’s lustful gazes toward this cross-dressing man, Yun Zhiyi felt unprecedented worry for Zhou Jing and the others’ situation.

 

Just then, the gaudily dressed man suddenly sat up.

 

He looked at Yun Zhiyi and froze, clearly recognizing her.

 

A voice sounded in her ear.

 

“Miss Yun? Don’t be afraid. I’m a colleague of Lele’s dad.”

 

Yun Zhiyi quickly asked, “Uncle, what’s the situation?”

 

Da Xiong reassured her, “This is a trafficking den. I infiltrated it. I’ve already sent a location signal—don’t panic.”

 

Yun Zhiyi did calm down. That kick Gao Shi had used to send the criminal flying during their first meeting had been so impressive, giving her an unprecedented sense of security.

 

Yun Zhiyi wanted to explain her situation, but footsteps sounded again. They quickly lay down, feigning unconsciousness.

 

A loud clang—someone else had been locked up. This time the two men weren’t sex-crazed perverts focused on Da Xiong’s chest and rear, but were chatting about outside matters.

 

“Why was the sacrifice time suddenly moved up?”

 

“Heard it’s because the True Immortal is getting married.”

 

Yun Zhiyi and Xiong Xiong exchanged glances.

 

Married?

 

…

 

“Married?”

 

Gao Gusheng lounged lazily in the black mist. Having just slept, he was refreshed. Hearing others’ conversation, he unconsciously repeated the word.

 

They seemed to be nearing their destination. The black mist gradually slowed, and people began passing by.

 

Gao Gusheng lay in the black sphere looking up, somewhat surprised.

 

This was actually an ancient-style palace.

 

No—just calling it a palace was too simple. This was an underground imperial city.

 

Others couldn’t see the black mist or Gao Gusheng inside the sphere, but he could see them clearly. Among those coming and going were both people and ghosts.

 

Some looked like living people, talking and laughing cheerfully, yet had no shadows.

 

Every “person’s” face wore joyful expressions, discussing the wedding.

 

Gao Gusheng had an ominous premonition—

 

Given his maxed-out same-sex attraction attribute, the marriage target was most likely him, Gao Gusheng!

 

Sure enough, the mist brought him directly to a room. The room was elegantly antique. To Gao Gusheng’s eyes, raised since childhood among treasures, everything in the room was a thousand-year-old antique.

 

It was exactly like time travel.

 

After the black mist brought him to the room, it naturally released him. Gao Gusheng pushed the door—as expected, it wouldn’t open.

 

He sat on the bed. Actually, it was quite soft and comfortable. The embroidered bedding was priceless Su embroidery.

 

Gao Gusheng tried using his watch to contact his dad. Still no signal.

 

The black sphere dispersed. The fragrance from Gao Gusheng’s body, no longer concealed, released completely, quickly filling the entire room.

 

Two potted plants placed decoratively in the corner began swaying their branches, rapidly flowering and bearing fruit. All the fruits hung toward Gao Gusheng’s direction, as if offering them to him.

 

Gao Gusheng froze, then moved closer. Now he was truly surprised.

 

These fruits were the spirit-nourishing fruits Gao Shi had exchanged from headquarters using points—a type of spiritual fruit.

 

Ordinary people who ate them would live longer; those with spiritual energy could promote internal energy growth. Headquarters had only one fruit tree, each fruiting producing just over a thousand fruits, with the timing entirely dependent on the tree’s mood .

 

There were actually two spirit-nourishing fruit trees here?

 

What Gao Gusheng didn’t know was that while spirit-nourishing fruit trees were rare, they weren’t extremely so. What was truly rare were the spirit-nourishing fruits themselves .

 

In today’s world, spiritual energy was scarce. Spirit-nourishing fruit trees fed on spiritual energy—without sufficient energy, fruiting was nearly impossible. The fact that headquarters’ tree could bear fruit once every five years was the real reason it was protected .

 

The two trees before him had drained half their life force to produce fruit. Even their branches and leaves had withered considerably, yet they still swayed their branches toward Gao Gusheng, seemingly waiting expectantly for him to pick the fruit .

 

Gao Gusheng patted his head, feeling like he was going crazy. He actually felt he could understand what these two trees meant .

 

He tentatively picked a fruit from one tree. That tree seemed encouraged—even its branches and leaves stretched out .

 

The other tree looked somewhat dejected .

 

So Gao Gusheng picked a spirit-nourishing fruit from the other tree, and both trees perked up again .

 

Gao Gusheng looked at the trees, then at the fruit, and tentatively took a bite. The juice was sweet and tart, surpassing every fruit he’d eaten before .

 

Such delicious fruit—he had to save some for Dad .

 

And Daoist Ying who kept helping him, and his elderly grandparents, great-grandparents, great-great-grandparents, and Grandpa Kongmiao…

 

Gao Gusheng looked at the trees with difficulty. He’d never wanted to learn pocket dimension techniques so badly .

 

He felt if he asked to take the trees, they’d be so happy they’d jump out of their pots and follow him on their roots .

 

But the problem was he only had two pockets .

 

Just then, the door creaked open .

 

Gao Gusheng whipped around and saw a black-robed man approaching .

 

He wore ancient clothing, simultaneously displaying regal elegance and ghostly aura .

 

Gao Gusheng asked warily, “Who are you? Did you kidnap me here?”

 

Seeing Gao Gusheng seemingly calm, the man found it amusing. “This king is Ghost King Tian Lin, your husband.”

 

He waited to see more vivid expressions from Gao Gusheng, but Gao Gusheng’s heart remained unmoved .

 

“Oh.”

 

As expected, he was the target .

 

Without much hope, Gao Gusheng asked, “I don’t know you. I don’t like men. So can you let me go?”

 

The Ghost King raised an eyebrow and pinched his chin. “You don’t like men because you haven’t met this king before.”

 

Seeing the fruiting trees, he laughed with some surprise. “Truly a spirit-attracting body. You’re worthy of this king after all.”

 

Gao Gusheng looked at him with dead fish eyes. “Who wants to be worthy of you? I don’t even like you. You don’t need to force yourself to marry me.”

 

“You say it so nicely, but you’re really just lusting after my body.”

 

The Ghost King had never met anyone who not only didn’t fear him but could bicker back. He developed a perverse sense of amusement .

 

He was confident this youth would eventually fall in love with him .

 

He wanted to see this composed demeanor shattered, revealing panic and fear, obediently shrinking into his embrace .

 

So he threatened, “You’d better behave, otherwise…”

 

This proud youth surely wouldn’t submit to threats, and then he could naturally…

 

“I agree.”

 

Gao Gusheng decisively interrupted the Ghost King’s threat.

 

Looking at the somewhat stunned Ghost King, Gao Gusheng pointed at the black mist and fruit trees. “But I want these as bride price!”

 

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