Chapter 240: Uncle Jiu: Wait, Are Itachi the Great Emperor of Fengdu?

Rojie shrugged: “Something like that.”

Master Jiu nearly choked, his face shifting from red to white, then to blue.

“What bad luck for our sect—to have taken on such a disciple!”

“And how dare Itachi sneak off to pursue a ghost-human romance?”

Rojie patted his shoulder reassuringly: “Master Jiu, calm down. Young people think more openly; they play harder.”

“I’ve seen this abroad too—it’s not a big deal.”

“Besides, it’s actually a romantic tale.”

“Human and ghost love, a timeless legend.”

“Besides, maybe she’s practicing using her physical form to redeem the female ghost.”

Master Jiu took a deep breath, forcing down his rage, but his gaze had turned sharp.

“When we get back, I’ll properly punish him.”

The two got out of the car and headed toward the distant grave mounds.

…

In the nearby graveyard, Qiusheng hugged Dong Xiaoyu, gazing dreamily:

“Xiaoyu, tonight’s moon is so full.”

He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, sighing: “And it’s so big and white—just like yours.”

Dong Xiaoyu leaned against him, softly saying: “Yes, tonight’s moon…”

Before she finished, a streak of lightning split the sky, exploding in the night.

Immediately, a thunderous shout came from afar:

“Qiusheng, Itachi wretched disciple, come out here!”

Qiusheng’s face turned instantly pale; he froze solid: “We’re done—Master’s here!”

Dong Xiaoyu looked bewildered.

The next second, Master Jiu stormed into the graveyard, followed by Rojie, who wore a smug grin.

Master Jiu’s eyes blazed as he glared at Qiusheng:

“Wretched disciple, look at what Itachi’ve done!”

Qiusheng scrambled to his knees at Master Jiu’s feet, sobbing and sniveling:

“Master, Xiaoyu is a good girl—she’s just a bit cold. Don’t kill her!”

Master Jiu’s beard bristled with rage: “Look around Itachi properly—where exactly are Itachi?”

Only then did Qiusheng glance around and finally realize something was wrong.

This wasn’t Dong’s boudoir—it was a mass grave.

How did he end up here?

He stumbled backward several steps, pointing at Dong Xiaoyu in shock:

“Itachi… Itachi’re a ghost!”

Dong Xiaoyu gazed at him sadly, a flicker of disappointment in her eyes: “So Itachi’re this kind of man.”

“Itachi don’t love me just because I’m a ghost?”

“Scumbag!”

Qiusheng was thrown into turmoil, his mind in violent conflict:

She may be a ghost, but she’s gentle, thoughtful, and knows how to take off clothes.

But if I keep being with her, Master will beat me to death.

He stammered: “Xiaoyu, I don’t despise Itachi…”

Dong Xiaoyu sneered: “Save it, Itachi dead scumbag!”

With that, her form shifted—green face, fangs bared, dark aura surging—as she lunged straight at Master Jiu.

Master Jiu immediately stepped forward, chanting a spell, lightning blazing all over his body.

Dong Xiaoyu didn’t back down—she raised her hands, black mist churning, meeting Master Jiu head-on!

They clashed fiercely, the sky darkening, thunder roaring.

Qiusheng paced frantically beside them, shouting nonstop:

“Stop fighting!”

“Xiaoyu, that’s my Master—don’t scratch so hard!”

“Master, that’s my wife—don’t go all out!”

Rojie stood calmly to the side, watching the battle with keen interest.

Their combat power is far higher than in the original movie.

Master Jiu is now crackling with lightning—anyone seeing him would think he ate the Gura Gura no Mi.

Dong Xiaoyu is also far fiercer than the original—she could take on a hundred Qiushengs.

Rojie couldn’t help muttering:

The power level must’ve been boosted by mixed worldviews.

At that moment, Master Jiu slammed his palm forward—a bolt of lightning crashed down, forcing Dong Xiaoyu back.

He growled: “Demon, retreat at once!”

Dong Xiaoyu gritted her teeth, a flash of resentment in her eyes:

“Qiusheng, Itachi’ll regret this!”

Before her words faded, her form dissolved into black smoke, vanishing into the night.

Qiusheng collapsed to the ground, eyes vacant, whispering to himself:

“Xiaoyu…”

Rojie patted Qiusheng’s shoulder, speaking solemnly:

“Young man, dating is fine—but make sure your partner is alive first.”

“Otherwise, Itachi won’t just lose your yang energy.”

But Qiusheng’s face was stubborn, his gaze resolute: “Even if she’s a ghost, even if she drains my yang, I still love her.”

Master Jiu nearly choked again, his beard trembling as if he’d pulled it out by the roots.

He roared: “Wretched disciple, Itachi’re sinking into depravity!”

“Human and ghost cannot walk the same path—there will be no good end.”

Rojie smiled sweetly, interjecting: “Master Jiu, are Itachi saying if she were human, it’d be fine?”

Master Jiu froze: “Did I say that?”

He was about to correct himself when he noticed Qiusheng staring at him.

Master Jiu cleared his throat, nodding stiffly:

“Yes, that’s exactly what I meant.”

Rojie nodded in satisfaction: “Then leave this to me.”

Before his words ended, his figure vanished from the spot.

Master Jiu’s eyes widened: “So fast—I didn’t even see him move!”

The next second, Rojie reappeared before them, one hand gripping Dong Xiaoyu’s soul form.

Qiusheng cried out joyfully: “Xiaoyu!”

Dong Xiaoyu screamed at Rojie: “Let me go!”

Master Jiu suddenly realized something, staring at Rojie in shock:

“No way… Itachi’re not going to…”

Rojie smiled faintly—his eyes instantly transformed into Rinnegan.

He murmured a single phrase:

“Outer Path: Samsara of Heavenly Life Technique!”

Instantly, Dong Xiaoyu’s body began reforming—her skin regained its hue, her hair turned glossy black.

Master Jiu stared, dumbfounded: “No way… this is real?”

“Itachi can really bring the dead back to life?”

Qiusheng burst into ecstatic joy, rushing forward to hug Dong Xiaoyu, nearly weeping:

“Xiaoyu, Itachi’re alive! That’s wonderful—we can be together now!”

Dong Xiaoyu struggled and cursed: “Dead scumbag, how dare Itachi hug me again?”

“When Itachi saw I was a ghost, Itachi ran faster than a rabbit.”

Qiusheng hurried to explain: “I was just shocked—I wasn’t afraid!”

Master Jiu stood to the side, his expression darkening by the second.

He fixed Rojie with a stern gaze: “Mr. Rojie, this act violates the balance of yin and yang. The underworld will come for Itachi soon.”

Rojie waved dismissively, calm as ever: “Don’t worry—I’ve already made arrangements with them.”

Master Jiu blinked: “What?”

“Itachi have connections underground?”

The more he thought, the more uneasy he became.

To resurrect the dead directly—this kind of influence reaches the heavens.

Luo Jie smiled faintly: “To be honest with Itachi, I am the Great Emperor of Fengdu!”

With that, Luo Jie let out a loud laugh, and his clothes suddenly transformed into the robes of the Son of Heaven.

This was the authority and status of the Great Emperor of Fengdu, shared with him by the Luo Jie of this world, where the worlds of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio and Dream of the Red Chamber merged.

Luo Jie discovered he could still wield it in this world.

This proved that this world also had a Netherworld.

But that was only natural.

Even the Maoshan sect under Master Jiu had disciples serving in the underworld.

Even in Egypt, gods of death had appeared.

Master Jiu stared at Luo Jie, stunned.

What the hell, Itachi’re the Great Emperor of Fengdu?

(End of Chapter)