Yi Qinglian lifted her proud little face. "I don’t have many special hobbies, but cooking is one of them. I’ve also been on quite a few gourmet shows—mostly three-star Michelin ones. My cooking skills are awesome."
Chu Hao nodded repeatedly. "Qinglian, you’re really great."
Yi Qinglian glared at him and huffed, "Who’s your Qinglian? You haven’t even confessed yet."
Yi Qinglian tied on an apron and, humming a little tune, went to cook. Seeing her so happy, he figured there was a sixty percent chance she could be... subdued.
Chu Hao was in a good mood. He released the Red-clothed Female Ghost. She had been half-dead ever since Chu Hao and the Three Ghost Servants had severely beaten her last time.
The Red-clothed Female Ghost pleaded in terror, "Please, let me go! I’m a pitiable person too."
"After killing so many people, you still have the nerve to call yourself pitiable?" Chu Hao sneered.
The Red-clothed Female Ghost managed a miserable smile.
Chu Hao asked, "Where did you learn your Evil Technique?"
"From a manual," the red-clothed woman said. "It recorded the method for cultivating the Wangui Demon Fetus."
System prompt: "Magic Artifacts, ancient books—the System can recycle everything, granting the Host Experience Points and Pretentiousness Points."
Chu Hao was elated and asked, "Where is that manual?"
"It’s buried in the mountains, along with my bones."
Digging in the mountains? Chu Hao had no interest in that; it wasn’t as fun as showing off his abilities.
Chu Hao wasted no more words. The Red-clothed Female Ghost had killed many people and deserved to die a thousand times. He simply dispatched her with one sword strike, her soul scattering to the winds.
"DING... Killed the evil ghost. Gained 300,000 Experience Points."
"DING... The evil ghost dropped a Ghost’s Heart. Added to inventory."
"DING... Completed A-level task ’Wangui Demon Fetus.’ Gained 500,000 Experience Points."
"DING... Congratulations to the Host for completing the task and obtaining a Silver Treasure Box."
"DING... Congratulations to the Host for leveling up to Level 3."
Apprentice Ghost Hunter: Level 3 (Max Level 9 for class change)
Experience Points: 400,000/700,000
Pretentiousness Points: 650
650 Pretentiousness Points; that hadn’t been easy to accumulate.
Chu Hao was overjoyed. He had another treasure box and immediately opened it.
"DING... Host obtains the Hundred Ghosts Gourd."
Hundred Ghosts Gourd: Can contain one hundred ghosts. It has two compartments—the first level is Ice Hell, the second is Fire Hell.
It was a palm-sized red gourd, quite impressive and perfect for punishing evil ghosts.
Ghost’s Heart: The heart of a mother’s love, condensed from a Fierce Ghost bound by maternal affection. Can be fused!
This was another material. He added it to the fusion system to be combined with the Ghost Night Umbrella.
"DING... Fusion requires a payment of 100 Show-off Points."
Chu Hao was startled; it actually cost one hundred Show-off Points! Luckily, he had six hundred and fifty Pretentiousness Points. "Pay," he said.
"DING... Ghost Night Umbrella upgraded."
Ghost Night Umbrella: Ghosts, demons, and people cannot see the person underneath the umbrella.
(Second form: Ghost Demon Umbrella, with thirty-six Talismans, extremely strong defensive capability.)
(Add materials to upgrade.)
The Ghost Night Umbrella had upgraded. Not only did it have the invisibility feature, but it could also transform into a second form with defensive capabilities.
Those one hundred Show-off Points were well worth it!
At that moment, he looked towards the kitchen where Yi Qinglian was. She had transformed into quite the chef, humming songs as she cooked. With her perky behind and slender curves, her focused cooking gave her an endearingly domestic air.
Out of boredom, he turned on the TV. That’s when he saw the news about a female attendant, Number One, who had committed suicide by jumping off a building. A cold smile touched his lips. I’ll wait for you tonight.
He changed the channel again and again.
He stumbled upon a password-protected channel.
He pondered for a moment and decided to try entering a password.
566347... No, that wasn’t it.
Man, what kind of luck is this? Chu Hao was dumbfounded. He had only tried it as a guess and couldn’t believe it had worked.
"AAAHHH!!! Yamete, iku, iku."
On the screen, a man and a woman were going at it on the couch, drenched in sweat, speaking the Dwarf Kingdom’s language.
This is really burning my eyes!
Chu Hao couldn’t help but take another look. Oh my god... This is seriously hard to watch.
Wait... Does the big star watch this stuff?
As if discovering a new continent, Chu Hao switched to another channel. This time it was even more of an eyeful: three or five Black men with a Dwarf Kingdom woman.
Just then, Yi Qinglian came out holding dishes. Chu Hao, frantic, turned off the TV.
Yi Qinglian said, "Time to eat."
Chu Hao was feeling a bit smug. Putting on a calm face, he went to eat. After a few bites, he immediately fell in love with the flavor.
Chu Hao gave a thumbs-up. "Wife, your cooking is delicious."
Yi Qinglian smiled slightly; her pearly white teeth were beautiful, and her lips formed a perfect bow. She clearly couldn’t hide her pleasure at being praised. This time, when he called her "wife," she didn’t object.
Yi Qinglian, carrying the food, walked to the couch and sat down. "I like eating on the couch," she said.
As she spoke, she picked up the remote control.
"Don’t!!" Chu Hao almost shouted.
Chu Hao was speechless.
Yi Qinglian froze. What on earth had she just seen? Her face instantly turned red, and she said angrily, "Chu Hao, you... you!!"
Chu Hao was embarrassed. "Listen to me, I can explain. It wasn’t me watching this channel."
Yi Qinglian’s face flushed crimson to the tips of her ears, absolutely furious. "You bastard, how could you watch this! No... this is password-protected. How did you know the password?"
Chu Hao followed her lead. "What’s the password?"
Yi Qinglian regretted it the moment the words left her mouth; she’d fallen right into Chu Hao’s trap. Her face burned red again, and she bashfully lowered her head.
Chu Hao’s mouth fell open, as if he had discovered a new continent. "Qinglian, you... you sort of thing?"
Yi Qinglian was almost in tears from anger. "You bastard! Who likes this? Get out!"
Chu Hao wished he could slap himself. No wonder I’m still single. Why did I have to expose her? A woman’s pride is a serious matter. What a blunder!
The big star was really angry now. Fuming and glaring at him, hands on her slender hips like a young wife shooing away her husband, she pointed outside and said, "Get out."
Chu Hao was speechless. "But I haven’t finished my meal."
"Take it outside and eat," Yi Qinglian said angrily.
"Fine!" He took a couple more bites and then walked out dejectedly.
Yi Qinglian sat on the couch, her face flushed red again. She picked up the phone and made a call, fuming, "Tang Mo, you bastard! Who allowed you to subscribe to that kind of channel?"
Tang Mo, on the other end of the line, said dismissively, "Honestly, sis, it’s not like I forced you to watch it."
There was nothing Yi Qinglian could do about her best friend, Tang Mo.
"You’re a pervert too," Yi Qinglian said angrily before hanging up.
「At a nightclub in the Capital City」
The lights were dazzling, and people were going wild.
A stunningly glamorous woman, Tang Mo, put down her phone, looking completely puzzled. "Has that little brat lost her mind?" she mused. "Calling me a pervert out of nowhere."
"Who was that?" a man asked.
"Just a young girl," Tang Mo said. "It’s time to pay her a visit."
Stepping out of the villa, Chu Hao gazed at the starry night sky and sighed. Nothing in the world is truly difficult... unless you insist on sabotaging yourself. I’m really asking for it!
"Great poem, great poem!" a voice suddenly chimed in, accompanied by the sound of clapping.
Great poem my ass! Show yourself! I promise I won’t beat you to death!