[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele":3,"chapter-the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-120":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Invincible Female Ghost Is A Bit Of A Hopeless Romantic",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1706499,2180,"Chapter 120: Even Not Half as Pretty as Qingwan!!","the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-120",120,"\u003Cp>Holding the Patriarch’s tablet in his hands, the cold wooden texture gave Lu Yuan’s wildly beating heart a sliver of comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, invoking the Patriarch's possession was not as simple as calling Gu Qingwan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Gu Qingwan’s bone token, Lu Yuan only had to think once and she would come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to invite the Patriarch to possess someone, if one has no zhenran inside, various ritual steps must be followed to \"summon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, under these circumstances, there was no way to go through those complicated procedures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to use his zhen to summon the Patriarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at the moment, his zhenran was empty as a void, not even able to muster a breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To summon the Patriarch, he had to wait for the zhenran inside his body to recover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the zhenran required to invoke the Patriarch was not much,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only, that newly deified presence high above might not give him even those two minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight poured like water, spilling across the desolate land of Luo Yan Slope that had just been soaked in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was no longer a cold, clear radiance, but a viscous, flowing light-liquid converging from all directions toward the towering silhouette in the sky, paying homage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High above, the being who had just completed her ultimate transformation into a deity stood barefoot upon a nebula of condensed spiritual energy and mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty strands of black hair moved as if without wind, trailing ink-colored afterimages behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bowed her head slightly, eyes like a starry sky looking down at the five people collapsed on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no killing intent in that gaze, no resentment, not even the violent madness common to twisted idols,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only a kind of... pure curiosity chilling to the bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On her flawless face, that barely-there, half-smile still lingered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but the two brows, like distant mountains dusted with ink, arched ever so slightly in an almost imperceptible curve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had these five people not turned into porcelain just now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They showed not even the slightest sign of petrification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Lu Yuan and the others didn't turn into porcelain because, inside the illusion formation earlier, the five of them had not been affected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So naturally they wouldn't transform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Deity of Beauty’s gaze lingered on Xu Erxiao for two breaths, then moved to Wang Cheng'an.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two had the lowest cultivation, and had already been mesmerized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze then shifted to Tan Jiji and Shen Shulan, who still retained a sliver of clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, it fixed on Lu Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan gave no reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a hint of infatuation or fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Deity of Beauty's immaculate face, for the first time a very faint expression resembling \"confusion\" appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her red lips parted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice rang directly into the depths of everyone’s souls,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Am I beautiful~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those three words spilled from those flawless red lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not merely a voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, not entirely a voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something more fundamental.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The concept of \"beauty\" itself vibrating, the rule of \"beauty\" whispering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the word-spirit formed by countless broken lives’ collective longing and obsession for \"beauty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had perfected into a god!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She no longer clung to becoming more beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What she craved now was recognition!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the soundwaves spread, the moonlight on Luo Yan Slope warped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight no longer fell evenly, but streamed like water toward the silhouette in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft halo formed around her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the halo, lavish illusions shimmered, faint echoes of celestial music drifted,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and silhouettes of all things most beautiful in the world appeared at their extreme forms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peach blossoms at the first blush of spring, the fullest moon of an autumn night, bioluminescent coral in the deep sea, crystals on a mountain that never melt...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no longer a ritual method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the \"presence\" that naturally emanates when the concept of \"beauty\" becomes incarnate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first to collapse was Wang Cheng'an.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the closest, had the lowest cultivation, and his spirit had been shaken when he witnessed the Deity of Beauty’s transformation earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When those three words were poured into his ears—no, directly into his soul—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Cheng'an’s whole body lurched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His limp body, which had been slumped on the ground, slowly straightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not his will to rise; some force gripped his spine, vertebra by vertebra, \"lifting\" him out of his limp state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes stared fixedly at the silhouette in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pupils began to dilate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Deity of Beauty’s figure kept expanding in his pupils, gradually filling his entire sight, filling his entire consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Beau—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Cheng'an's lips trembled as he uttered the syllable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No longer the loud, crude noise he used to make while swearing, it became soft, intoxicated, carrying a tremulous piety:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Beau... so beautiful...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood and grime on his face, under that invisible divine light, transformed into the paint on a saint's visage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shakily raised his hand, reaching into the air as if to touch the hem of that unreachable robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How can... you be so beautiful...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing hitched into spasms, his chest heaving violently; each heartbeat seemed to answer the god's summons with life itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everything of mine... is yours...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Cheng'an murmured in a daze, his eyes hollow and fanatical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a devout believer finally beheld the god he had worshipped his whole life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He whispered, voice growing softer, eyes more infatuated:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please... let me... look at you more...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second was Xu Erxiao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been clenching his jaw to stay conscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when those three words poured into his mind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Erxiao froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head he had been turning was forced straight by an invisible giant hand, little by little turning back toward the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes met those starry ones above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fu—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Erxiao's lips moved, trying to curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that \"fuck\" got stuck in his throat and could not be finished,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>because his brain was being violently washed, overwritten, remolded by another thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw—not with his eyes, but with a deeper perception violently yanked open—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he saw the starlight flowing from the deity’s hair, saw the faint spiritual vein patterns under her skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the countless moments of joy and sorrow contained in the corner of her smile,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>those distilled, extreme emotions turning into a kind of heartbreaking beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This beauty transcended gender, transcended desire, even transcended life and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It struck the deepest parts of the soul, awakening an organism’s most primitive, most instinctive yearning for \"beauty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like moths to flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like sunflowers to the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Goddamn...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange sound escaped Xu Erxiao's throat. He wanted to look away, but his eyes were nailed in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His large body began to tremble—not with fear, but with an uncontrollable urge to draw closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pretty...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Erxiao's gaze dissolved completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned with a foolish smile that did not match his fat face:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Really pretty...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even... prettier than Wang Er Ya from our village...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third was Tan Jiji.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Tan Jiji did not succumb to this so-called \"beauty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips moved, his voice cold, ancient, emotionless,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if some ancestor of the Punishing the Netherworld Tan Family spoke through him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Beauty... is illusory...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Appearance... will rot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Divinity... will also be sullied...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Tan family blood... is not deceived by the surface...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Tan family bloodline instinctively resisting, using centuries-old inherited \"reason\" to fight the invasion of \"beauty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High above, the Deity of Beauty tilted her head slightly and looked at Tan Jiji.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glint of... interest flickered in her starry eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She parted her red lips and uttered two words:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Really?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the two words carried a strength of \"doubt\" that struck directly at the ancestor inside Tan Jiji’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force pierced into the depths of Tan Jiji’s bloodline,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>crack—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>there was a sound of the soul fracturing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Jiji groaned, black blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That old, cold energy within him vanished instantly, replaced by a more frenzied greed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me... be clear...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Jiji stretched out a trembling hand, his fingertips tracing the air as if to copy that flawless outline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice returned to itself, hoarse and mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How did you... become like this...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me... I want it too...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last was Shen Shulan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, she had the most steadfast Dao-heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the question \"Am I beautiful?\" rang in her mind, she bit her tongue until it bled, the pain and iron tang keeping her barely lucid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her right hand gripped the sword hilt hard, her left hand formed the guarding-heart seal, silently reciting the Heart-Clearing incantation from the Jade Pivot Thunder Scripture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet... it was useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That force was not a spell, not an incantation; it was the rule itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like water, it penetrated every pore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like wind, it was everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not ask you; it declared the answer directly inside you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Am I beautiful~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those three words reverberated and amplified within Shen Shulan’s mental world until they resonated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She heard a voice from the deepest part of herself answering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was her own voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most primitive, unvarnished instinctive answer after stripping away all Dao techniques, rules, and reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Shulan's face instantly drained of color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew she could not hold on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she could not lie—this was indeed an extreme beauty, beyond her twenty-plus years of cultivation’s cognitive boundary, unimaginable,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a beauty so absolute you could not deny it; a beauty that made you, knowing it was wrong, still unable to help stealing a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This beauty even made you feel denying it was itself a sin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Shulan squeezed the word out between her teeth, the sound as light as a feather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her vision blurred; her consciousness peeled away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silhouette high above grew hazy and dreamlike under the moonlight, as if it were no longer a physical body,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but the condensation of every prayer about \"beauty\" in her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She only wanted to embrace that illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Shulan’s hand that held the sword went limp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long blade clanged and crashed onto the rubble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tilted her head back, moonlight lighting her pale cheek and the twin clear tears sliding from the corners of her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the final cry of her reason before it shattered completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Beau—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finally whispered the word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as if all vitality had been drawn out of her, her body slowly pitched forward, knees hitting the ground, hands weakly propping her up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a posture almost like prostration, she bowed her proud head to the silhouette above, forehead nearly touching the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three thousand strands of blue-black hair fell, covering her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They covered the last thread of lucidity in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Erxiao reached out with an idiotic smile, trying to embrace the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Cheng'an murmured, willing to give all his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Jiji greedily stared, desiring the secret embodied as beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Shulan knelt and bowed, her Dao-heart utterly collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All four were ensnared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one remained unfallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan looked at the four idiots around him with a baffled expression, then glanced up at that so-called \"Deity of Beauty\" in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan truly did not understand why he was unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be that the Dao heart method was protecting him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that couldn’t be right; the small amount of zhenran that had just recovered in his body was all being saved to summon the Patriarch—he hadn’t dared to use any of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was there some treasure secretly helping him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan checked around but found nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan truly couldn't figure it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But one thing he had understood clearly from start to finish was this:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This \"Deity of Beauty\"...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well... wasn't all that great!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, when Lu Yuan said \"not great,\" he didn’t mean she wasn’t pretty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was, of course, beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn near godly beautiful—how could she not be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lu Yuan felt... maybe it was a bit overblown?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this level you can be called the \"Deity of Beauty\"?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was his aesthetic sense wrong??\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Lu Yuan's eyes, if you were to name the prettiest person under heaven,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>well...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that would have to be Gu Qingwan!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the day Lu Yuan had put a new dress on Gu Qingwan, then set her eyes in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Gu Qingwan opened her eyes in front of him...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My sweetie~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the true face-flipping, world-toppling beauty—limitless beauty!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan didn't dare to imagine what Gu Qingwan would look like once fully restored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The so-called \"Deity of Beauty\" in front of him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>hmm, not even half as pretty as Gu Qingwan!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this \"Deity of Beauty,\" in Lu Yuan’s ranking, could come in second?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big, big mistake!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On looks alone, the \"Deity of Beauty\" at best tied with Aunt Qiao'er and Aunt Qin for second place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only for facial looks!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the body...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>hmm...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Number three!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, this deity’s body proportions were near perfect, a golden ratio, but maybe Lu Yuan's aesthetic standards were... a bit perverse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan favored that ultimate fleshy, mature plumpness that verged on lewdity—let’s be blunt!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had to be like Aunt Qiao'er and Aunt Qin, when they walked their hips swayed and all the beautiful flesh trembled!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This \"Deity of Beauty\"?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nowhere near that!!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is that?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Aunt Qiao'er and Aunt Qin—Lu Yuan had inspected their cards personally!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the wedding night, that night—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>one red and one purple, two peerless big mares piled on the kang bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aunt Qin below, Aunt Qiao'er on top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that was beauty!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This \"Deity of Beauty\" was nothing!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan did not know whether it was his perverse taste that saved him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but from the start of this so-called deity’s rise to her use of word-spirit to seek recognition,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan only shook his head faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talk about infatuation, talk about intoxication?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Give me a break—Lu Yuan had not reacted at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it had been someone else—say Aunt Qiao'er or Aunt Qin on that kang bed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan would have leapt on long ago!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This \"Deity of Beauty\"... was just so-so!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, under the moonlit sky, the Deity of Beauty looked down at Xu Erxiao, Wang Cheng'an, Tan Jiji, and Shen Shulan’s reactions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Satisfaction overflowed on her flawless face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, her radiance settled on Lu Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she saw Lu Yuan’s bored, even slightly disdainful expression,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for the first time, the Deity of Beauty’s exquisitely carved face showed a puzzled blankness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She seemed utterly unable to understand why a mortal could be indifferent to \"beauty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Am I... not beautiful?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke, a hint of confusion born of divinity in her voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Lu Yuan suddenly pulled the Patriarch’s tablet from behind him, stared up at the sky, and shouted angrily:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not even half as pretty as Qingwan!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You beautiful my ass!! You’re drunk on your own hype!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second, the sliver of zhenran that had just returned to his body poured entirely into the Patriarch’s tablet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used every ounce of his strength to release an earth-shattering roar:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Patriarch, save me!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",2535,"2026-06-06T14:45:54.833Z",1,"novelbin.me","1826337cd5b1ec2c50ef10284fcb488e06a0242a321c90503b1e1b3a53ee45d7","the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-121","the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-119",241,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-cover.jpg"]