The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 22

He Fengxi deserved to die.

Sang Qian sliced away his flesh, one cut at a time, until he was nothing more than a corpse. Then she bound his soul, kept it trapped within her body, and tormented him day and night.

But no matter how much he hurt, her sister would never return.

Sang Qian couldn’t bear for her sister’s child to be left uncared for. So she controlled He Fengxi’s corpse, made him marry her, and brought Tong Sangqian into He Meijie’s life.

Every so often, she would let He Fengxi appear, putting on the illusion of a harmonious family.

She never imagined, however, that He Meijie would harbor such deep resentment toward them in the beginning. Fortunately, Tong Sangqian was very much like her sister—valuing her above everything else.

Even when He Meijie bullied her in those early years, she endured the blows and curses without anger.

Sang Qian thought they could live happily as a family. But then, the accident happened.

She discovered that He Fengxi’s corpse had begun stealing He Meijie’s life force. She had long wanted to destroy He Fengxi, but she couldn’t bring herself to erase the last trace of her sister’s bloodline. Nor did she want him to die easily—he had to suffer endlessly, paying with agony for killing Tong Weixue.

But she had forgotten—

A soul tortured long enough grows resentment, and resentment makes spirits stronger.

The same is true of corpses.

When she tormented He Fengxi, she often wounded herself in the process. Her own blood mixed with the freshly sliced flesh, seeping unknowingly into his corpse. Sang Qian only later realized she had been nurturing the corpse, but by then it was too late. His soul had already fused completely with the body, forming a puppet corpse.

By her strength alone, such a puppet corpse would not have been a threat. But He Fengxi was far too unusual.

He was born under an extremely yin destiny. While alive, this gave no advantage—but in death, it made his body the easiest to transform into a zombie.

Throughout history, sorcerers have often sacrificed wives and daughters to gain power—not because they were weak, but because those bonds were most effective.

A wife, tied by the vow of hair and marriage. A daughter, tied by blood.

Such offerings rarely caused backlash. Moreover, blood relatives enhanced power tenfold compared to ordinary sacrifices. That was why men risked the infamy of killing wives and daughters.

He Fengxi had stolen all the life force of both wife and daughter from the very beginning.

In a sense, they had always been his sacrifices.

Sang Qian had ended his life forcefully, and the hundred years of lifespan attached to his corpse only nourished it further, amplifying his resentment and fury.

And Tong Weixue had been a great benevolent soul, her name written in the Book of Merit. Such people were considered the best tonic in the underworld, even given special favor—protected by guardian spirits. Evil born from consuming such souls was inevitably powerful.

Although, thanks to Xing Ruoyan’s interference, He Fengxi never received a guardian spirit, he still devoured Tong Weixue’s flesh and blood, growing strong under Sang Qian’s very nose. He was clever, hiding his aura with care.

By the time Sang Qian sensed something wrong, He Meijie’s life had nearly been drained.

In a rush, she sent Tong Sangqian to take He Meijie away, intending to face He Fengxi alone. But on the road, they were ambushed.

He Meijie was abducted, Tong Sangqian gravely injured.

At the critical moment, Tong Sangqian forced her guardian spirit into He Meijie’s soul, losing her own protection in the process.

When Sang Qian arrived, she found Tong Sangqian tortured to the brink of death by Zhuang Suping.

Only then did she realize everything had been a trap—a scheme to obtain the power of a Jade Puppet.

The mastermind was her own master. Her master was that same Taoist who lured beasts into killing their wives and daughters.

For twelve years, Zhuang Suping had secretly sacrificed people with special fates, feeding them to He Fengxi. Bit by bit, he fused his soul with the corpse, strengthening it with blood, shaping him into the embryo of a Jade Corpse. Then he planned to use He Fengxi’s daughter as the final sacrifice.

When they finally turned on each other, Zhuang Suping mocked her stupidity, laughing at the foolishness of a ghost officer.

He should have failed from the start.

He Fengxi’s greed ruined him. From the beginning, he had intended to kill both wife and daughter. If He Meijie had died back then, Zhuang’s plan would have lacked its key. But fate intervened—the underworld extended He Meijie’s life by decades, giving Zhuang new hope of success.

But Sang Qian was no match for the one who had taught her.

She could only trap him with illusions, carrying the dying Tong Sangqian on her back as she fled in search of He Meijie. By the time she found her, the ritual was already complete.

To gain greater strength, He Fengxi had chosen the cruelest sacrifice—splitting He Meijie in half. Blood and brain matter rolled down the altar as he stuffed the torn flesh into his mouth, growing stronger with each bite.

Sang Qian barely managed to seize what remained of He Meijie’s body, but she was already dead—her soul nowhere to be found.

She was always too late.

Just as she had been with her sister, so too now with this child.

Sang Qian nearly lost her mind.

It was then Tong Sangqian who begged her—guilty for failing to protect He Meijie, and facing her own death.

She didn’t want to simply die and wait as a soul to cultivate again. Too slow. She begged Sang Qian to turn her into a zombie.

Sang Qian admitted—she was utterly mad.

In that instant, a plan struck her. She placed Tong Sangqian’s soul into He Meijie’s body.

She sacrificed her own soul to awaken Tong Weixue’s guardian spirit, restoring its full memory and unrestrained power. She then used her own devoured soul to tether the spirit, letting Tong Weixue swallow all of its strength.

Then she ground Tong Sangqian’s body to pulp, making her the second sacrifice.

Though not blood-related to He Meijie, Sang Qian was. And since Tong Sangqian had devoured part of her soul, she too became connected to He Meijie. Together, they could serve as the best offering for her corpse.

But still, it wasn’t enough to rival He Fengxi.

So Sang Qian turned her own body into the final sacrifice, becoming nourishment for Tong Sangqian, forcefully nurturing a second Jade Puppet. But this method meant that when her body finally perished and her soul dispersed, Tong Sangqian would also die with her.

They had only seven days. That was the best Sang Qian could devise.

In those days, they pursued Zhuang Suping and He Fengxi while searching for He Meijie’s lost soul.

But all her methods were ones Zhuang had taught her—he knew every weakness.

He and He Fengxi hid, deliberately trying to outlast them. He even planted a slave-mark on He Meijie’s soul, preventing her from ever reuniting with them.

If not for Jiang Huaining breaking that mark, Sang Qian would have died in despair.

(…dialogue continues, with Sang Qian’s bitter recounting, He Meijie’s remorse, her plea to Jiang Huaining for vengeance, the preparation of the soul-strengthening tea, and Jiang Huaining offering her power to take revenge herself. The chapter ends with Jiang leading He Meijie away to begin her vengeance, while Sang Qian, frail and dying, stays behind in Fish Ruoyin’s arms, facing her final day.)

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