I Got Together with the Goddess [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 105

“If one manifests their virtue, they must quiet and obscure their body. Great Emperor of the Dark Heaven, eradicate all ghostly qi.” Luo Shuyu murmured under her breath. Her hands formed another Great Emperor of the Dark Heaven seal, and with that, she apprehended the ghost from within the water well.

What emerged was a filthy oil-paper bundle tied with a red string, its contents unrecognizable. When the object hit the ground, it was like ink dropping into a basin of water; thick, black qi swirled out, enveloping the surroundings in an airtight shroud. Jiang Yiqing hastily took a step closer to Luo Shuyu.

Luo Shuyu took out her accompanying command arrow and hurled it at the object, continuing her chant: “The Mysterious Ancestor of Heaven and Earth, the root of ten thousand qi. Through extensive cultivation over billions of eons, I bear witness to my divine powers…” (1)

As soon as the incantation was uttered, the foul object began to boil as if being cooked, emitting a massive amount of white foam. Suddenly, the world was filled with ghostly wailing and howling, and the sky began to pour down drops of blackish-red rain.

With a flick of her hand, Luo Shuyu tossed her black overcoat over Jiang Yiqing, covering even her head. From beneath the coat, Jiang Yiqing watched as the spots of blood-rain-stained Luo Shuyu’s pristine clothing, yet the woman stood there with an air of complete composure.

“Shuyu, what are you doing? You’re getting soaked.” Jiang Yiqing raised her hand, wanting to wipe the stains from Luo Shuyu’s shoulders.

Luo Shuyu gripped her hand instead and said, “I can remove these things by reciting the Cleansing Incantation. Just make sure you don’t get hit by it.”

Jiang Yiqing shook her head. She purchased a Cleansing Incantation from the System; she didn’t want Luo Shuyu to have to expend energy on maintaining her appearance at a time like this. She wanted to help with whatever was within her power.

When the Cleansing Incantation was cast upon Luo Shuyu, she once again transformed into a figure wearing snow-white Taoist robes—a clean, ethereal, and inviolable existence. Luo Shuyu was somewhat surprised, but she now realized that Jiang Yiqing possessed magical abilities. She said, “Yiqing, your destiny is elegant and refined, and your Four Pillars possess divine connections. I guessed you were different from ordinary people, but I didn’t expect you to be this powerful.”

“Shuyu, I’ll help you exorcise the ghost together,” Jiang Yiqing said.

The object in the well was an old item used to trap the resentful ghost. Now that the object was gone, the ghost had gained its freedom. However, to thoroughly resolve the issue, this was the only way.

As soon as they finished speaking, the resentful ghost transformed into a giant shape of black mist. Its eyes emitted a ghostly forest-green light as it swung a fist toward their direction. The surrounding area shook violently, as if an earthquake were occurring.

“Jiang Yiqing, there is a path to Heaven yet you do not take it; there is no gate to Hell yet you barge in.” The ghost laughed wildly. After all, what it wanted most was a natural talent for cultivation like Jiang Yiqing. Although it didn’t know her exact destiny, the resonance of Yin and Yang qi around her was powerful and her magnetic field was immense, indicating she had gathered great karmic merit. This meant that if it consumed her, it could directly ascend to become a Heaven-tier ghost.

However, the resentful ghost never considered that such a person could not be easily captured. Luo Shuyu had been guarding her side all along. She was now very clear that her own destiny was to protect this girl who possessed the combined virtues of Heaven and Earth—a destiny so rare that it might only appear once in a thousand years.

Luo Shuyu whispered into Jiang Yiqing’s ear: “In that case, confuse it into stepping three and a half paces to the right.”

Jiang Yiqing knew then that Luo Shuyu already had a plan to eliminate the ghost. She bought an Explosion Talisman from the System and threw it to the left of the resentful ghost while making a wish for “three and a half steps.” The ghost actually took three and a half steps to the right.

Suddenly, crisscrossing lines erupted from the ground beneath the ghost. These hemp ropes were strung with rows of copper bells that emitted a soul-cleansing sound. Every ring made the ghost clutch its head and run wildly, yet it could not escape the formation.

“In this situation, the Earth Fire Array is the most effective way to bury it, but this method requires a large amount of red saltpeter,” Luo Shuyu said, watching the ghost scramble fruitlessly.

Wanqing, watching Luo Shuyu deal with a Earth-tier ghost, felt a chill run down her own back. She gave a dry laugh and asked, “Where are we going to find that much red saltpeter right now?”

“I can buy it,” Jiang Yiqing said.

Jiang Yiqing purchased a massive amount of red saltpeter from the System, and in an instant, a small mountain of it piled up in front of them. The one human and two ghosts were all momentarily stunned.

“The Earth Fire Array has such a high cost… Miss Jiang is truly wealthy and powerful… haha,” Wanqing said, feeling even more vulnerable. If things continued like this, could she even live peacefully with them? If things went wrong, a single wave of a hand could make her soul dissipate.

Ruoying also remarked, “Miss Yiqing is actually this amazing as well. We truly had eyes but could not see Mount Tai!”

“Wanqing, if you perform meritorious deeds to atone for your descendants’ sins, I can treat the two of you with leniency,” Luo Shuyu said.

“Fine… alright,” Wanqing replied. “I’ve seen a master set up an Earth Fire Array before. I’ll help you arrange it.”

And so, the human and the ghost worked together. They spread a solid circle of red saltpeter around the resentful ghost and laid down the eye of the array. At that moment, the ghost finally broke free from the Soul-Sealing Array.

In the blink of an eye, it stepped into the Earth Fire Array. True to its name, the red saltpeter on the ground ignited into a roaring fire. Luo Shuyu threw out a piece of “Dead Jade.” As the resentful ghost shrieked in the fire, its soul entered the Dead Jade, which was then immediately stored inside the peachwood box in Luo Shuyu’s hand.

As she drew Taoist talismans in the air, the charms adhered to the four sides of the peachwood box, sealing it tightly.

“Within ten days at most, it will completely dissipate,” Luo Shuyu said after finishing everything.

“Master, let me carry it for you,” Wanqing said, walking over.

Luo Shuyu shot her a glance. Wanqing said, “Don’t overthink it; I won’t let it out. Besides, I don’t have the ability to break through the restrictions of the Earth Fire Array. It’s just that seeing it reminds me of my family who died back then. I want to establish a cenotaph here to bring an end to these earthly ties.”

Luo Shuyu nodded slightly and left with Jiang Yiqing, while Wanqing and Ruoying stayed behind, whispering about something.

“Shuyu, is the resentful ghost completely gone now?”

“You still don’t trust me?”

“No, I just feel… it’s truly incredible.” Jiang Yiqing thought about the “Great Life Calamity” that had plagued her family for so long. For it to end like this felt like a dream.

“From now on, you will only have peace and happiness,” Luo Shuyu said. “This is something I, Luo Shuyu, have decided. No one can change it.”

Jiang Yiqing was moved, but she also said to Luo Shuyu, “Then the same goes for you. There is no such thing as a ‘Lone Star’ fate. Both of us will have fortunes as vast as the Eastern Sea and live as long as the Southern Mountains.”

“You’re only twenty-three, why do you talk like a little old lady?” Luo Shuyu knew that Jiang Yiqing had learned of her fate. To hide her emotional stirrings, she teased her on purpose.

“Humph.” Jiang Yiqing gave her arm a playful punch.

Luo Shuyu immediately pleaded for mercy, saying, “I was wrong. Not a little old lady, but my ‘old lady’ (wife).”

Jiang Yiqing stared at her blankly. She had originally wanted to call her by a nickname, but she became shy and couldn’t say it. She said, “Is that so? Well, I have something to tell you too.”

Jiang Yiqing opened her phone and found a photo of the brand-new sign for the “Qingshu Flower and Grass Market,” showing it to Luo Shuyu. “In a few days, let’s go to the opening ceremony together. ‘Qingshu, Qingshu.’ Luo Shuyu gave this land to Jiang Yiqing, and Jiang Yiqing wants to give Luo Shuyu a ‘love letter’ (Qingshu) of gratitude.”

Luo Shuyu felt a warmth in her chest and pulled Jiang Yiqing close. She tucked one hand into Jiang Yiqing’s left pocket and reached the other hand through her own overcoat, sliding it from Jiang Yiqing’s neck to her cheek. She said, “Yiqing, get engaged to me.”

Jiang Yiqing felt as if a freezing spell had been cast on her. Her whole world was filled with Luo Shuyu’s beautiful voice asking her to “get engaged.” In an instant, Jiang Yiqing’s mind filled with many things that would happen after marriage. She swallowed hard, realizing she had perhaps thought too far ahead.

Her consciousness returned to the present. She opened her mouth, just about to agree—

Li Tingfang and Jiang Shangwei, who had prepared the birthday banquet at home and come out to look for the two, witnessed this scene. They stopped in their tracks, choosing not to disturb the two young people.

“I told you everything would be fine.”

“Honestly, Shuyu is proposing and she didn’t even tell us to watch,” Jiang Shangwei whispered. “This is our precious daughter we’re handing over. We should at least have something to keep as a memento so we can look back on it often in the future.”

While Li Tingfang comforted her, she started a video call with Luo Shu, telling her, “In-law, don’t worry. The two children have a very good relationship.”

Luo Shuyu noticed them and felt a bit bashful. Finally managing to hide her blushing, she quickly took Jiang Yiqing’s hand and caught up to them, saying, “Mom, let’s go back.”

Luo Shuyu changed her form of address very quickly. Jiang Shangwei and Li Tingfang chatted with her, and Jiang Yiqing had never seen Luo Shuyu so talkative before. She charmed the mothers until they were beaming with joy, feeling exceptionally satisfied with this arranged marriage partner.

“Mom, you can rest easy handing Yiqing over to me. I will definitely be good to her, and good to you both as well. I might not be a smooth talker and I might not say much, but my heart’s desire to be with Yiqing is firmer than anything else.”

Jiang Yiqing was almost fooled by them, feeling as if she and Luo Shuyu had just met for the first day.

“You are our second daughter now. Let’s go back and talk slowly; there’s no rush,” Li Tingfang said.

When they returned to the Jiang house, the pleasant background music of a birthday song played. It was a recording made by the whole family; even Luo Shu’s voice was in it, along with Lin Jing and Jiang Yiqing’s other friends. It contained blessings from all her relatives and friends.

The final line belonged to Luo Shuyu.

“Happy birthday to my dearest Yiqing. I wish the Princess a happy birthday.”

After Jiang Yiqing finished listening, she was deeply moved, and tears began to stream down her face. Luo Shuyu was in the middle of preparing to propose again and was feeling nervous; seeing her like this, she didn’t know what to do. Her warm fingers wiped away the tears as she asked softly, “Yiqing, why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?”

“It’s because it’s too good.” Jiang Yiqing didn’t want to be too dramatic; she stopped her tears and burst into a laugh.

Luo Shuyu quickly grabbed the birthday bouquet brought over by Zhao Ya and handed it to Jiang Yiqing. Every flower in the bouquet had been meticulously selected by Luo Shuyu: Juliet roses symbolizing a princess and golden eucalyptus, with a pink envelope tucked in the middle. Of course, Luo Shuyu had long known about the renaming of the flower market, so she also wanted to give Jiang Yiqing a real love letter.

Jiang Yiqing took the flowers, opened the love letter, and read it.

Li Tingfang operated the video camera, carefully recording the scene, while Jiang Shangwei gave a little nudge. She said to Luo Shuyu, “Shuyu, as the old saying goes, strike while the iron is hot. If you have anything else to say, don’t hide it; you must express it.”

Aunt Qin, having just settled Mother Wang, came downstairs and quickly joined them.

Luo Shuyu then took out an engagement ring and opened the box. Just as she was about to kneel, Jiang Yiqing held her up. The two stood face to face. Luo Shuyu looked at the girl she loved most, who was looking back at her expectantly. Her heart was filled to the brim. She summoned her courage and said—

“Jiang Yiqing, please marry me. I will do my absolute best to make you happy. As long as I am still breathing, I will always love you.”

“I do.” Jiang Yiqing reached out her hand, and Luo Shuyu gently slipped the engagement ring onto her finger.

Jiang Yiqing then took her own ring from Jiang Shangwei’s hand. Under Luo Shuyu’s surprised gaze, she slipped it onto Luo Shuyu’s finger. At this moment, the red thread of fate completely entwined them together.

“My respected Taoist Master, my Lady Bodhisattva, my dear Shu-treasure… this ring won’t feel uncomfortable for you to wear, will it?”

Luo Shuyu had indeed never thought she would wear such a thing—no, after meeting Jiang Yiqing, she had thought about it. She looked at the silver-white ring on her hand, emitting a fragmented glow. It was so elegant and shining. It turned out that things created by the secular world could also have such a beautiful side. She smiled with deep satisfaction.

“Once it’s on, it’s not coming off. You have to be responsible for me for a lifetime.”

“That’s for sure. Where else could I run to? You can catch ghosts with perfect accuracy, let alone a person.”