The good news: Song Xingzhou is the only son of a family from a cultivation sect, and he's also the senior-most disciple.
The bad news: He was born without spiritual power, a core, or magical abilities, and every magic artifact stops working as soon as he gets near it.
Song Xingzhou gritted his teeth, steeled himself, and quit. Whoever wanted to inherit this sect could do it.
With a senior disciple like him, the sect was doomed sooner or later.
But his father still hoped he'd amount to something, so he sent him to study at a prestigious sect. And so Song Xingzhou and his fellow disciple, two hopeless oddballs, were bundled off together.
As soon as Song Xingzhou stepped into the sect, someone threw their arms around him. He was about to curse them out, but the moment he saw that face, all his anger vanished.
Later, someone told him that the person was the sect's Third Young Master. He took his mother's surname, was mute, and wasn't quite right in the head.
Mute, huh? Being mute is great. What a shame. (His mouth curls into a smile.)
After meeting the Third Young Master, Song Xingzhou found that even spending time with his fellow disciple wasn't much fun anymore.
Every day, he went to listen to him play the zither, and at night they even had to share a bed. He couldn't help it. The man smelled so good, so intoxicatingly good that Song Xingzhou almost wanted to bear him a child.
When the man's older brother found out, he said, "Classmates are not allowed to date."
Song Xingzhou: "I'm not!" He was only thinking about it.
But there was always a way forward. During this study trip, he really did manage to get his hands on a unique, world-shattering ghost-cultivation technique.
The trouble was, learning it killed him and wiped out the entire sect.
His beloved junior brother died, too, and so did his father.
What a mess!
You'd think dying would be the end of it, but he became a Ghost King. He'd never had that kind of status among the living. They said he had to maintain peace between the human and ghost realms. Even worse, people were summoning ghosts to possess them. In both his lives, he'd only ever heard of people summoning gods to possess them, never ghosts.
He didn't believe it could actually work.
But he closed his eyes, opened them again, and found himself in the human world.
If you know how to do that, why bother asking me?
Oh well, since I'm here, they must have a reason for calling me to possess someone.
Then he ran into the person he'd shared a bed with in his past life.
Seriously, was nobody going to do anything? Why wasn't Ji Chaoci staying at the sect? Why was he wandering around everywhere?
Things first went wrong when he and Ji Chaoci went to visit a grave. What did visiting someone's grave have to do with him?
"You said you were going to pay respects to your wife. Who's your wife?"
"Song. Song Xingzhou."
Wait, I'm his wife?
Song Xingzhou was left standing there, utterly flabbergasted.
Ji Chaoci never thought he'd see Song Xingzhou again. After all, Song Xingzhou had been dead for twenty years. This person who had appeared before him again looked different and had a different name, but Ji Chaoci knew he was Song Xingzhou, his beloved who had been dead for many years.
Ji Chaoci had been unfortunate all his life. His mother died after being imprisoned by his father, who never cared for him. His life was one misery after another. At last, he met Song Xingzhou and thought things might finally get better. Then Song Xingzhou died.
After Song Xingzhou's death, stories about Ji Chaoci and Song Xingzhou spread throughout the cultivation world.
They say that on that day, Ji Chaoci took on the entire sect alone and destroyed its century-old foundations. He was expelled from the sect, and it never regained its former glory, not until Song Xingzhou came back to life.
Some ghost hunters even saw Ji Chaoci wandering around a mass grave, saying he was going to find his late wife. His wife was waiting for him in the ghost realm.
Theme: Did we know each other in a past life?
