Chapter 50

"Jilin. Hua Huang is in Jilin." Hsien Lian said quickly to the group. His hands darkened back to it's original color, his eyes go straight to XingYing. The ghost takes a second, before nodding. He placed his hands behind his back, sucking in a breath. "Jilin. Alright." He turns to Chun He and Chang Bo. "Thank you for aiding us, you have been helpful." XingYing said politely, but Chun He seemed slightly offended. He looked over to Hsien Lian, his pink hanfu shocked.

"Hsien Lian, are you just going to let XingYing go without taking him to Tao Wu? He is a ghost!" Chun He asked, though Hsien Lian sighed, nodding. "He has done nothing wrong, so there is no reason we should punish him. No matter if he is a ghost, demon, or god. He still deserves freedom." Hsien Lian explains, while Chang Bo grabbed Chun He's hand. "Let's go. Hsien Lian is correct, they will be fine without-"

"A scrimmage."

Chun He's dao was pointed towards XingYing, who calmly looked over. Hsien Lian put a hand in front of XingYing. "No, he's not doing that.-" XingYing lightly grabbed Hsien Lian hand, moving it around him. "It is just a scrimmage, no one will get hurt." Hsien Lian didn't believe him, but he still moved his hand away. XingYing smiled once at him, before stepping up. He slid out his own dao, pointing it down to the floor. "Are illusions excepted?" XingYing asked casually, Chun He thinking for a moment before humming. "Fine. Only if teleporting is allowed." Chun He smiled. XIngYing took a moment before nodding. "Deal."

Seemingly instantly a golden portal formed behind XingYing. The ghost didn't seem scared by the portal that led to someplace, but it was obvious who caused it, Chun He's hands glowing pink at the use of his aura. XingYing scoffed, moving to lean his body on the handle of his dao. After a moment, however, the Ghost King purposely fell, disappearing into the dark void.

Chun He rolled his eyes. "So dramatic." Chun He muttered, walking over and stepping inside, seemingly falling as well. The portal closed abruptly, whatever was happening in that space stayed there. Lui Che, who all of them had forgotten about, shakily said something. "Do you… will they be okay?" Hsien Lian looked over, before smiling and nodding. "Of course, they will both be fine. Do not worry. For now, Chang Bo and I will search for Hua Huang's body." Hsien Lian said with a smile, as Chang Bo created a similar portal, only this one being on the ground. He bowed once to Lui Che, before stepping inside, Chang Bo doing so and jumping into the entrance.

The day wasn't as bright as in Zhou, the day both cold and cloudy, as well as windy. Hsien Lian's hanfu swayed to the left as he looked over, watching for any movement in the barren wasteland. Where were they? It seemed like farmland that had been abandoned long ago. Leaving tilled soil that has grown hard from the cold.

Hsien Lian looked over, seeing Chang Bo studying the dried pieces of dirt. "Hm, this area must be abandoned." Chang Bo whispered to himself, before looking up at Hsien Lian. "Perhaps it has been abandoned after Hua Huang had perished." Chang Bo stated to the other god, before suddenly a portal opened up, in falling the God Of The Butterflies, falling to the ground. He laid there for a moment, coughing up something before something else fell through.

A butterfly, guttering in the wind. As colorful as the god's hanfu, and as bold as the sun's rays. It's sounds of fluttering was silenced against the heaving of Chun He's breath. For a moment it fluttered to the god that laid on the ground, before noticing the two others watching. It's thin lining of blue glossed wings fluttered itself into the air as Hsien Lian gently lifted his hand. The butterfly placed itself on the floral god's hand, resting there calmly.

Hsien Lian studied the butterfly, lifting another hand to gently brush the wings. It was transparent, a blue tint to the creature. XingYing calmly walked out after, his dao having been sheathed sometime during the fight. He looked over at Hsien Lian for a moment, a small blood-filled smirk stained onto his lips. He looked back at the god, giving him a hand up. "I believe you should learn that though our power differs in many ways, mine is not more powerful than your own aura. It's simply skill that led me to victory." XingYing said calmly as Chun He pushed away his hand. "I can stand up for myself." Chun He muttered, quickly standing. Hsien Lian walked over to the two, placing a hand onto Chun He's shoulder. "You did well." Hsien Lian complimented kindly, as he heard someone whisper through the wind.

Their voice was eerily breathless, brickle and disembodied. Tone's harmonizing as if more than one voice is speaking at the same time, in each of the being's ears. It was flat, but not dead. There was emotion in the person's voice, though very little. Emotion that was hidden behind clouds of fog. A voice that was orotund and thick.

"Gods and Ghosts, welcome to my show."