Mysterious Lotus Casebook: The Ghost King Cherishes the Flower

She was the Ghost King of Tansha, who had clawed her way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. After a century of slaughter, she had risen to the summit, only to come within a hair's breadth of having her soul scattered in a war between kings.

At the brink of death, a wisp of her remnant soul possessed the frail daughter of an Eastern Sea kingdom, held hostage in the Great Xi Palace.

The day Jing Ci awoke, she heard a little princess recounting a legend of the martial world: “Li Xiangyi is the greatest under heaven!”

The dormant Ghost King power inside her stirred strangely at that name.

She faked her death under cover of night and escaped, then dragged her weakened body to her knees before the Four Tides Gate.

The blue-robed man looked down at her. “You have an ordinary constitution. Why learn martial arts?”

“To stay alive.” When she raised her head, Li Xiangyi saw the bloodlust still burning in her eyes.

On the night of the decisive battle in the Eastern Sea, the poison of Bicha passed into his mouth with his tea.

Jing Ci leaped into the pitch-black, raging waves and hauled the unconscious Sword God from a ten-thousand-foot abyss.

The Ghost King's soul took shelter in a withered epiphyllum, which he carefully tucked into her hair.

A year later, a girl in white came to the Lotus Tower clinic.

Li Lianhua's hand trembled as he poured the tea.

The hairpin was scorching hot, and the inner force of his Yangzhou Slow was swirling around her fingertips.