Chapter 14 Afternoon of February 14th

Italy, somewhere in the Tuscan countryside.

Feng Bujue, dressed in a suit, stood at the entrance of a small church, lazily gazing toward the parking lot, waiting for the guests who had yet to arrive.

Ruoyu, wearing an off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress, stood beside him. Her posture was graceful, her makeup and figure were impeccable, but her face… wore her “assassin expression.”

Because the wedding was about to begin, the bride and groom had gone to make their final preparations. There were few guests who hadn’t yet arrived, so the two best men and bridesmaids were finishing up the welcoming duties.

“Say… are you angry?” Since no one was passing by at the moment, Jue-ge simply leaned against the wall, turned his head, and started chatting with Ruoyu.

“No,” Ruoyu said, but her expression didn’t change.

“Then why are you wearing such a scary face?” Jue-ge asked again.

“Hiss—” Ruoyu immediately sniffled and replied with one word, “Cold…”

That answer was quite convincing. Feng Bujue slapped his forehead, thinking to himself, *How could I not have thought of that?*

“Want me to… give you a hug?” Jue-ge thought for a moment and asked.

“Huh?” Ruoyu glanced at him askance, her eyes seeming to say—"Out of the blue."

“I really want to give you my coat, but the ceremony could start at any moment, and I need to be ready, right?” Feng Bujue immediately explained.

“When you go to a wedding, have you ever seen the best man and bridesmaid standing at the door hugging to greet guests?” Ruoyu retorted.

“That’s true, I haven’t,” Feng Bujue said. “But I know that best men and bridesmaids often sneak off to a deserted place before the wedding ends…”

Before he could finish his sentence, a strong arm suddenly hooked around his shoulder.

The man who suddenly appeared behind Jue-ge looked to be in his twenties with long black hair; at least before he spoke, he emanated the aura of a mysterious, handsome man with flowing locks.

“Kid… what do you want to do with my adorable granddaughter in a deserted place?” Shui Yung Gu stared into Jue-ge's eyes at an almost uncomfortably close distance, asking him this question with a bone-chilling tone of murderous intent and a friendly smile.

“Uh…” Feng Bujue’s flirtatious words were only halfway out when he was interrupted by an elder, which was a bit awkward. “Grand… Grandpa, why are you out here?”

“Who’s your grandpa?” Shui Yung Gu’s personality hadn’t changed much since he was a teenager. He wasn’t as steady as Cat Lord; it would be more accurate to say he was like a bear cub. “Are you family?”

“Well…” Jue-ge said, “It doesn’t seem very respectful for me to call you by your given name, does it?”

“Heh… you can call me by my title,” Shui Yung Gu said.

“Then what is your title?” Feng Bujue asked.

“Easy, easy…” Shui Yung Gu’s smile became even more amicable. “Of the Ten Kings of Hell, I’m Yama…” (King Yama of Chinese mythology).

He wasn’t just spouting nonsense. From the age of fifteen, Shui Yung Gu had been one of the “Ten Kings of Hell” in the world of Ghost Hunters. His spiritual ability nickname was "Beneath the Gods," and he was the current inheritor and wielder of the "Original Water God Sword" in the real world. As for his current strength… Gu Chen had mentioned that he was one of the ten strongest spiritual ability users in the world.

“Uh… Yama… Grandpa…” Jue-ge was under a lot of pressure. Even he couldn't help but speak incoherently at this moment. “I think you’ve misunderstood me. I was just joking…”

“Alright, you don’t need to explain,” Shui Yung Gu said, raising his other hand. “Today, you’re definitely going to eat this Tathagata Palm of mine…”

Before he could finish his sentence, someone interrupted him…

“What Tathagata…”

“What eastern thing…”

“God your head…”

“Palm!”

Interrupting him were two people: one was Gu Chen, and the other was Xiao Tan’s grandfather, who looked even younger than Xiao Tan himself.

The two of them chimed in, one after the other, each grabbing Shui Yung Gu by an arm from behind, and pulled him away while talking.

“What are you doing! Let go of me! I don’t care! I’m going to slap him to death!”

And just like that, Lord Yama was dragged back into the church, crying and shouting like a child.

With such an ill-mannered elder in the family, Ruoyu could only support her forehead and shake her head, looking speechless.

“You bunch of immortals from the older generation are said to be eliminating demons, defending the Way, and protecting the peace of mankind… but from what I can see… aren’t each and every one of you like a ruthless killer?” Feng Bujue squinted at the departing trio, and only after they had gone far away did he speak in a complaining tone.

“It’s okay, they know what they’re doing, they’re basically just talking…” Ruoyu replied. “Besides, look at my dad, he’s still alive, isn’t he?”

“So, my future father-in-law managed to escape death back then?” Jue-ge exclaimed in surprise.

“Ah… indeed, he did escape death…” Ruoyu pursed her lips at this point. “What ‘future father-in-law’? Have we gotten to that stage yet?”

“That’s true…” Feng Bujue nodded. “I guess we haven’t…” He paused for half a second, then added, “In that case, why don’t you take a couple more steps with me?”

“How do you mean, ‘take a couple more steps’?” Ruoyu’s ability to retort was also quite strong now. “You mean quietly following you to a deserted place, right?”

“Hmm… are young people today so open?” Suddenly, a slightly aged voice interrupted their conversation.

Feng and Li were caught up in their banter, only caring about flirting with each other. They had forgotten the purpose of standing here. It was only when they heard the voice and turned around that they realized an elderly man with white hair was standing in front of them.

The old man who was teasing them was a foreigner, and his appearance was that of a typical Germanic man. However, he spoke Chinese very fluently, without any accent.

“Ah, sorry, I didn’t see you just now.” Feng Bujue’s skin was thick after all. Ruoyu’s face had already flushed red, and she had lowered her head after someone had overheard their conversation, but Jue-ge still went up to the old man, his expression unchanged, and said, “Hello, thank you for coming from afar, please come this way…”

“Mm, mm.” The old man smiled upon hearing this and reached out to put his hand on Feng Bujue’s shoulder. “Young man… you’re Feng Bujue, aren’t you?”

“Oh? You know me?” Feng Bujue replied.

“Old Wang and Old Gu have mentioned you,” the old man’s Mandarin was indeed authentic, it was just like how Chinese old men spoke. “Heh… not bad, not bad, young and promising.” He gently patted Feng Bujue’s shoulder a few times. “But… the level of your shamelessness is still a bit lower than Old Wang’s and Old Gu’s when they were young. The way you are now, it will be difficult to win over a girl… you still need to work harder.”

The old man finished speaking these words earnestly next to Jue-ge’s ear, and then walked into the church, leaving behind Jue-ge with a dumbfounded expression, muttering to himself, “I actually lost in terms of thick-skinnedness? What kind of virtue were those two back then? Did they even have any shame? Were they even human?”