The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 10

As expected, Jiang Huaining gave her no chance to ask questions.

After Xia Yu went upstairs, she told Yu Ruoyin to put away Yan Xihong and instead released the red-clothed female ghost.

Her reason sounded perfectly proper—she wanted the new boss’s wife, Yu Ruoyin, to make her first business deal.

The red-clothed ghost hadn’t grown docile from confinement; she was still brimming with violent resentment. Her scar-split face twisted and ferocious, she snarled:

“I don’t need you to fulfill my wish for me! Let me go! Release me!”

As she spoke, the scar on her face seemed to peel open layer by layer, raw flesh turning outward. Blood-soaked muscle and bone crashed into Yu Ruoyin’s vision—her head was splitting apart, revealing brain matter and torn nerves.

It was hard for Yu Ruoyin not to be terrified. She shut her eyes in panic and clutched Jiang Huaining’s clothes.

Jiang Huaining first pried her hand off, then caught her by the wrist and drew her behind her own body.

When she looked back at the ghost again, her eyes were filled only with frost.

“Leave? Impossible. But I can scatter you.”

Her tone was serious, her expression stern—she clearly wasn’t joking.

The red-clothed ghost had overheard what happened outside earlier, before Jiang Huaining sealed the drum. She had some idea of Jiang Huaining’s identity, and was well aware of the vast gap between them. Her voice dropped noticeably weaker:

“On what grounds can you scatter me? If you destroy a soul without permission, aren’t you afraid the Underworld will punish you? I… I’m not an evil spirit!”

“On the grounds that you won’t cooperate!”

Jiang Huaining’s tone was harsh; she clearly had no patience for this ghost. She picked up a tissue box from the table and smashed it into the ghost’s face, forcing her splitting head back together.

“No, don’t scatter me.”

The ghost’s voice softened.

“I… I only want a body. I want to live again. My life wasn’t supposed to end yet. Someone… someone harmed me.”

Sensing her aura weaken, Yu Ruoyin finally dared to open her eyes again.

Although the ghost’s two halves of her head had rejoined, the scar held poorly, as if it could tear open again at any moment.

Jiang Huaining noticed Yu Ruoyin trembling harder. Her beautiful brows furrowed faintly, and she swept a cold glance at the ghost:

“Make yourself look better.”

“You’re going too fa—”

The ghost’s protest was cut short. A force pressed down on her chest, forcing her to revert into her black cat form.

Jiang Huaining’s aura suddenly weakened. Her frail body wavered, nearly collapsing against Yu Ruoyin.

The black cat’s green eyes burned with hatred.

It dared not speak, but Yu Ruoyin could still read murder in them.

Though she was terrified, Yu Ruoyin instinctively shielded the increasingly pale Jiang Huaining behind her—even though she knew that if Jiang Huaining fell, the ghost could kill her effortlessly.

In contrast to Yu Ruoyin’s panic, Jiang Huaining, though barely standing, remained remarkably composed. She guided Yu Ruoyin back to a chair, then leaned back casually against it.

Because they were now seated side by side, Jiang Huaining’s hand easily slid onto Yu Ruoyin’s leg, patting it lightly.

“A-Yin, ask her how she died.”

Yu Ruoyin didn’t pay much attention to Jiang Huaining’s small gesture. After all, they were married—newlyweds, even. What was a pat on the leg?

Even if Jiang Huaining went a bit further, at most Yu Ruoyin would pat her back.

Her thoughts drifted away again.

But Jiang Huaining’s composure gave Yu Ruoyin courage. She steadied herself and studied the ghost.

“Y-your name… what is it?”

The black cat turned her head away proudly, clearly unwilling to answer.

Jiang Huaining chuckled softly. Her slightly red index finger lifted, then bent downward.

The cat shrieked, losing control and collapsing to the floor.

“He Meijie! My name is He Meijie!”

Faced with overwhelming power, the cat yielded, shouting her name aloud.

After that she became far more cooperative. Without Yu Ruoyin having to press her, she poured out her grievances and unfulfilled wish.

He Meijie wanted to devour Yu Ruoyin’s spiritual energy and soul, to seize her body—because the very same thing had once been done to her, and successfully.

And the one who did it wasn’t a ghost at all, but her younger stepsister.

He Meijie had been born into a happy family: her father a famous businessman in Chong City, her mother once a hugely popular actress. With a wealthy father and a beautiful, renowned mother, she was adored from birth.

But tragedy struck when she was ten.

That year, her mother died in a car accident. Within a month, her father—ignoring her protests—brought home a stepmother, remarrying to form a new family.

The stepmother, Sang Xi, wasn’t especially beautiful, but she was gentle. She had a daughter named Tong Sangqian, two years younger than He Meijie. Like her mother, Sangqian wasn’t striking in looks, but she had a kind personality.

At first, He Meijie disliked the mother and daughter. But they treated her so well—without principle, without limit, always coaxing her.

She was only a little hot-tempered, not heartless. Eventually, she forgot her resentment over her mother’s death, came to see them as family, even defended them whenever her father scolded them.

She never expected they would kill her.

A week ago, Tong Sangqian invited her to the hot springs. But as soon as she got in the car, she lost consciousness. When she awoke, her soul had already left her body.

She drifted for a long time before finding her body again. She witnessed Sang Xi forcing Tong Sangqian’s soul into her body. But she was too weak to take it back, too weak even to approach them.

Carrying her hatred, she wandered further and further away, until she was trapped in the black cat’s body.

What she longed for was to escape this form, to have a proper body, so she could confront Sangqian and ask why she had betrayed her so cruelly.

Jiang Huaining had scolded her correctly—she was hardly different from an evil ghost.

Yu Ruoyin wasn’t the first body she had targeted. It was only that the cat’s form restrained her—each time she tried to possess someone else, she failed. Otherwise, she would have long since become a malicious spirit harming people.

She had nearly despaired, until she met Yu Ruoyin.

The spiritual energy in Yu Ruoyin was so abundant it reignited her hopes. Even if she couldn’t seize Yu Ruoyin’s body, if she could just drain her spiritual energy, she might become a powerful ghost—enough to have the strength to confront Tong Sangqian.

“I want revenge! I want to kill them!”

Her voice rose higher and higher until it became a shrill, tormented scream:

“Kill!”

The black cat’s body convulsed violently. Her limbs shifted into human form, then snapped back again.

It was as if some force was suppressing her.

No—that wasn’t right. Even Yu Ruoyin noticed something off in He Meijie’s story.

She claimed she was too weak to approach a living person. Yet among Yan Xihong and the other female ghosts, she hadn’t been weak at all. When Yu Ruoyin swung a chainsaw at them, only Yan Xihong managed to block it, but He Meijie had been bold enough to attack.

Yan Xihong had said herself—she’d wandered the mortal world for a thousand years. There was no way He Meijie was that weak.

Even a novice like Yu Ruoyin, new to the world of yin and yang, understood the concept of suppression among spirits of different levels.

If He Meijie could stand unfazed by Yan Xihong’s aura, and even dared attack her, then her rank couldn’t be much lower. Otherwise, weaker spirits would have cowered before Yan Xihong, unable to stand alongside her.

He Meijie was not weak.

So either she was lying, or she didn’t yet understand how to gauge a ghost’s strength.

The latter wasn’t impossible. By her own account, she had only been a ghost for a few days.

The one who knew her strength best, though, was Jiang Huaining, who had already fought her.

Jiang Huaining now produced a black jade token and tossed it onto He Meijie’s shoulder.

The moment it touched her, a plume of white mist rose, then returned to Jiang Huaining’s hand.

She frowned at the token.

“A guardian soul spirit.”

“What’s that?”

Not only Yu Ruoyin but even He Meijie turned to Jiang Huaining for an answer.

Jiang Huaining put the token away. Her faintly reddened fingertips dimmed further in color as she explained patiently:

“There are many kinds of spirits. Most are born from blessings or gifts, naturally possessing greater power than ordinary cultivators. Because of this, they’re often grateful to the world and take on roles of guardianship.

Those born of natural forces are called nature spirits, tasked with guarding natural changes. Some spirits are born from offerings made to an object; such spirits instinctively repay their benefactors. Those who guard individuals are called guardian spirits. Those who guard families are called household spirits.

The guardian soul spirit is the most unique. It isn’t born naturally but assigned by the Underworld. And it doesn’t guard nature, or individuals, or families—it guards fate itself.”

She continued:

“Every person is born with a unique fate. Some fates are particularly special, and among those, a few come blessed with virtue. These rare fates are accompanied by a guardian soul spirit.

Such spirits appear in times of danger to shield their charges from calamity, ensuring they live safe and smooth lives. Even if disaster is unavoidable, as long as the guardian soul spirit remains, it can preserve the soul intact, sending it back to the Underworld instead of scattering.

People with such fates are usually those who’ve accumulated great virtue over many lifetimes. In a way, it’s a reward for their accumulated merit.”

Jiang Huaining paused for a long moment before adding:

“For ghosts, the temptation of living souls and yang energy far outweighs that of spiritual energy. Spiritual energy attracts more demons and spirits. You carry heavy spiritual energy. Lesser demons won’t dare approach, and greater ones recognize my aura. I had wondered why these ghosts followed you… now I see—it was the spirit.”

In other words, He Meijie’s attraction to Yu Ruoyin’s spiritual energy wasn’t her own will, but the influence of the spirit body within her.

Yu Ruoyin immediately grasped the key point. But He Meijie shook her head in disbelief.

“You’re saying… this cat didn’t trap me, but was protecting me?”

She didn’t want to believe that the form she despised so much was actually a form of guardianship.

Jiang Huaining nodded coldly, still showing her no kindness.

“But this guardian soul spirit doesn’t seem to be yours.”

“What do you mean?”

“A guardian soul spirit obeys its master’s will. But you can’t control it. And while it protects you, it doesn’t shield you directly. Instead, it merges with you and shares its power. This means its true master is someone else, and it only follows you because that’s what its master wanted.”

Yu Ruoyin hesitated, then pointed out softly:

“But… don’t guardian soul spirits only appear when their master is in danger? How could it protect someone else instead of its master?”

Jiang Huaining glanced at He Meijie, voicing a guess even she didn’t fully believe:

“If its master was connected to the yin-yang world, they could communicate with the spirit directly. Otherwise… it could only mean the master was willing to die themselves, just to protect her.”

If that were true, then the master of this guardian spirit must have been someone very close to He Meijie.

Yu Ruoyin asked cautiously:

“Can we ask the spirit who its master is?”

Jiang Huaining shook her head.

“That’s the most special thing about guardian soul spirits. They aren’t self-born but assigned by the Underworld. It’s one of the Underworld’s punishments for evil ghosts.

These spirits are actually evil ghosts from Hell, once cultivators who committed great crimes before being sent to the Underworld. They’re stripped of their consciousness and free will, unable to speak or think. They exist only to guard their masters, obeying orders passively. We can’t converse with them.”

She coughed lightly, covering her lips as a trace of blood slipped out.

“Tomorrow. Tomorrow we’ll summon someone from the Underworld to ask.”

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