Chapter 119

Translator : Mukyuu

Editor : Mikyuu

It was finally time to reveal the result of Antonio locking himself away for three hours.

Various creatures from various realms obediently sat along a temporarily pieced-together long table and looked toward the kitchen while drooling. Though the food hadn’t been served yet, they had already smelled the enticing scent that wafted out from the kitchen.

But up until that moment, Baal’s expression remained dark and stormy. Especially after the sound of pots and pans clanging came from the kitchen but nobody ever walked out with dishes. He finally couldn’t help but demand, “Is this the speed of Noah’s Ark?” He’d been sitting there for almost an hour and he didn’t even have a cup of tea.

Shi Feixia answered without batting an eyelash, “This is to guarantee the quality of the service.”

Baal said with a cold laugh, “Knock them out by starving them?”

“That probability will only happen after you sign the bill. You’re very safe now,” Shi Feixia offered some comfort.

Baal asked, “You’re not afraid that I’ll refuse to sign it?”

“No, we’ll send it to Lucifer.” Shi Feixia was very certain of that.

Baal tapped his finger lightly against the table. “Remember to tack on some extra zeros.”

“Relax, I’m quite experienced in this and I won’t show any mercy.” Shi Feixia smiled like a cat that got the canary.

Baal was very satisfied.

Just then, Gin walked out single-handedly carrying a giant bottle and smiling. “This is the appetizer wine that I’ve devoted my energy to inventing.”

Wang Xiaoming gazed at the bottle in Gin’s hand and praised, “That’s a giant bottle.”

“It’s so-so.” Gin set the bottle down on the table.

Wang Xiaoming thought he should offer the youngster appropriate encouragement. “You are very strong and your body is really well-developed.”

…

For a Kindred, especially for Gin who valued elegance more than life, having a well-developed body was not a compliment. Especially when most people would automatically think of the second half of the sentence after hearing “well-developed body”—“simple of mind.”

Gin violently pounded on Viktor’s shoulder and when the other cracked his mouth open from the pain, Gin smiled and said, “That’s what you call a well-developed body.”

Wang Xiaoming looked at Viktor’s muscles, which couldn’t be hidden by clothes, and nodded. “That’s right. In comparison, your muscles are nothing to look at.”

…

He actually had wanted to decline the compliment. How come he didn’t actually feel that happy after he successfully declined it?

Gin grabbed the bottle single-handedly and filled every cup with the perfect posture of a server. “You guys taste it; it’s guaranteed to stimulate your appetite.”

Shi Feixia looked at the golden liquid in the cup and pursed his lips. He turned around to look at Layton.

All the years Layton had spent in Noah’s Ark hadn’t been for nothing. The first person to try anything usually didn’t have a happy ending, so he kept his head down and played with the tablecloth.

Wang Xiaoming and Baal didn’t have any worries and drank from the cup.

Gin looked at them with shining eyes. ”How is it?”

Baal didn’t have any expression and simply spat what he drank back out onto the napkin.

Wang Xiaoming said with a frown, “Mmhmm. After drinking, I do feel… very hungry.”

Gin declared proudly, “That’s the effect of the appetizer drink.”

Shi Feixia noticed that Wang Xiaoming could talk, move, and act normal after drinking, so he couldn’t help but take a sip.

“How is it?” Gin immediately moved his head closer to ask.

Shi Feixia set down the cup and wiped his mouth, saying thoughtfully, “This is the first time that I learned, there’s a type of appetizer drink, one that can pierce through things better than acid.”

Gin answered, “It’s good for digestion.”

“Mmhmm. Digestion is a good thing, but melting probably isn’t.” At that moment, he thought there was nothing in his stomach. It was completely empty.

Gin straightened and told everyone who was watching from the sidelines, “After experimentation on the most fragile human, this type of alcohol doesn’t cause death.”

Only then did Layton and Viktor raise their glasses.

The sound of spatulas hitting pots finally stopped in the kitchen.

Antonio single-handedly carried a fiery red wooden box that was shaped like a coffin out from the kitchen.

Wang Xiaoming blinked his eyes. “Really, if you couldn’t get it to work, we can totally eat instant noodles. There’s no need to be so tragic.”

Shi Feixia answered, “Don’t worry. Everyone in Noah’s Ark, except for Gin, likes to leave coffins to other people. He likes to save his coffins for himself.”

Wang Xiaoming turned around to look at Gin and said with a smile, “Hmm, sacrificing oneself is a rare quality to find.” Though it was a foolish one. But to persist in one’s own principles was a rare thing that deserved praise, no matter how foolish it was.

“That’s not it. That’s my bed.” Gin thought it was necessary for him to teach this new Kindred what Kindred traditions were!

But Wang Xiaoming’s attention was completely drawn away by the coffin in Antonio’s hands.

It was a delicate coffin and the most detailed parts of it were the various patterns engraved on the four sides of the coffin.

Antonio explained, “This is the color of ‘color, fragrance, taste’ 1 Chinese criteria for deciding if a dish is good; a good dish has to fulfill all three criteria: look good, smell enticing, and taste delicious. .”

Puzzled, Wang Xiaoming asked, “Doesn’t the ‘color’ in ‘color, fragrance, taste’ refer to the color of the food?” Why did it refer to the container?

He understood as soon as Antonio lifted the lid of the coffin.

Because the dish itself utterly lacked “color”!

It was completely black and actually looked like clumps of coal, and even that was only visible due to the contrast with the fiery red wooden box.

Gin murmured to himself, “My appetizer drink came at exactly the right time.” If his appetizer drink hadn’t made everyone desperately hungry, who could have brought themselves to take their chopsticks to this kind of food?

Hughes bumped Gin with his elbow.

“You think I’m wrong?” Gin turned around to look at him.

Hughes said, “I still have bread in my room.”

“… You’re really considerate.” Gin’s eyes lit up.

Baal suddenly slammed his hand heavily down on the table and glared angrily at Antonio. “This is the food that you serve at my wedding reception?”

Antonio solemnly introduced, “This dish is called Pitch Black.”

Shi Feixia stroked his chin and said, “The name is apt. The dish already has one good thing about it.”

Isefel said lightly, “There’s another good thing about it.”

“What is it?”

“There’s enough.” Isefel indicated the already empty seats with his pursed mouth.

Only four people were seated on either side of the long table.

Baal and Wang Xiaoming were on one side.

Isefel and Shi Feixia were on the other.

Antonio didn’t have a happy expression on his face.

“Delicious!” Wang Xiaoming blurted out as he chewed on his chopstick.

Shi Feixia noticed that the guy’s chopsticks were flying through the air and raised his own chopsticks dubiously. “Is that true?”

Three seconds later—

Four pairs of chopsticks continuously attacked the flame-red wooden box as if they had been outfitted with engines.

Viktor and Layton had been the last to leave. They hadn’t walked far at that point and rushed back at those words like rockets. But about a meter away from the table, they couldn’t move a single foot forward.

Isefel asked Baal, “Your ward?”

Baal raised his eyebrow in a “What do you take me for?” expression.

“I added another layer,” Isefel continued.

As Wang Xiaoming watched Layton use high-tech weapons and Viktor use brute force in their attempts to take the ward apart, he asked empathetically, “Maybe we should let them in to eat?”

Baal asked, “You want to let them in?”

Wang Xiaoming nodded.

Baal turned around and looked at the struggling Viktor and Layton. “Come in then.”

Layton pointed angrily at the transparent ward.

Baal asked without any emotions in his expression, “How come you’re not coming in?”

…

Even fools knew that they were doing so on purpose.

Wang Xiaoming tugged on Baal’s sleeve.

Baal said unhurriedly, “The tiger and the bat don’t seem to have eaten yet.”

“Ah, that’s right.” Wang Xiaoming suddenly remembered.

…

Layton and Viktor were disappointed when Baal released Prilli and the tiger from the space ward.

Prilli returned to his human form and divided the delicious food in the fiery-red wooden container that looked like coal with the tiger. The speed at which he ate the food was in huge contrast with his sophisticated appearance. The tiger’s speed matched its looks really well.

Therefore, Layton’s and Viktor’s disappointment turned into despair.

Though the wedding hadn’t gone smoothly per se, they had managed to make it to the last step.

Baal used his spatial movement to move Wang Xiaoming into the room.

The honeymoon suite had been decorated by Layton, supposedly using the latest scientific advancements of the Nine Realms.

“The bed has gotten bigger.” Baal’s gaze became deeper.

There was a remote on the bed.

Baal picked up the remote. There was a row of tightly-packed buttons going from top to bottom.

Wang Xiaoming examined it up close and said, “Those don’t look like buttons for the air conditioning or the TV.”

“We’ll find out when we try it out.” Baal casually pressed a button.

The bed suddenly began to move and rise and fall like a wave.

The most important part was that the sound of moaning and panting came from underneath the bed.

Baal pressed another button.

The bed instantly switched from a wave to a cradle and the moaning took on a singsong quality.

…

Wang Xiaoming instantly understood what Layton had meant by technology that crossed the continuum of time and the blood rushed from the bottom of his feet to his head.

The desire in Baal’s eyes expanded into a bottomless ocean.

Wang Xiaoming subconsciously touched his butt and lowered his head to quietly say, “I’m very tired.”

Baal lifted Wang Xiaoming’s chin with his finger and bent his head slightly. “But that’s not what your eyes are telling me.”

“What… what are they saying?” Despite the fact that the two had been intimate many times, Wang Xiaoming still got uncontrollably nervous every time they got this close.

“They say…” Baal’s voice got deeper, “… they’re very hungry.”

The moment he stopped speaking, his finger slipped and the body in front of him turned into a bat and flew into the bathroom.

Baal was feeling dissatisfied when he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. Wang Xiaoming’s voice was mixed with the sound as he said intermittently, “I’ll take a shower first.”

…

Baal walked to stand outside the bathroom and said in an audible voice, “You really are hungry.”

Bang .

The sound of something slipping and falling.

He quickly ducked into the bathroom, only to see a tiny bat spluttering about in the water trying to stay afloat.

Baal lifted the little bat and said, “Actually, I really don’t mind trying it out once like this.”

The little bat, whether out of cold or fear, kept shivering.

Baal reached out a finger and gently poked his butt.

The bat trembled and then changed back to his human shape.

Wang Xiaoming awkwardly covered his butt and declared, “I need to take a shower.”

“I’ll keep you company.” Baal didn’t let that distract him.

Wang Xiaoming, “…”

“You have guests!” Shi Feixia shouted outside their door loudly at the top of his lungs.

Baal, “…”

The door was angrily yanked open.

Shi Feixia calmly pointed downstairs and said, “Someone’s here to prank the newlyweds 2 Pranking the newlyweds is a Chinese wedding tradition where the family and friends of the newlyweds will come and clown around, trying to prank the newlyweds and interrupt their wedding night. It is supposed to be done in fun and to bring joy to the celebration, but in recent years some of the pranks have gone overboard and the tradition is now under scrutiny. .”

Baal started cracking his knuckles.

A pair of black wings rushed down from above, followed by a red windbreaker and leather pants that glinted under the lights.

“Baal, it’s been such a long time.” Abbadon’s tone wasn’t as polite as it had been in the Mortal Realm.

Baal looked at his empty hands and frowned. “You came to the wedding empty-handed?”

Abbadon replied, “No, I also brought a pair of fists.”

Wang Xiaoming came out from inside, still dripping wet. “Long time no see. Welcome.”

When he saw Wang Xiaoming, Abbadon swallowed his temper and said, “Congratulations, I wish you a happy marriage.” Abbadon’s words seemed forced when he looked at Baal’s face.

“Thank you. Are you here for the reception?” Wang Xiaoming recalled Antonio’s special delicacy. He should have saved some. “If you don’t mind, I can make you a bowl of instant noodles?”

Abbadon had no response. Though he wasn’t here for the reception, Wang Xiaoming’s hosting standards always seemed lower than he expected.

Wang Xiaoming said awkwardly, “Because we fed the rest to the tiger and Prilli.”

…

Did that mean if they hadn’t fed the tiger, they would have used that to feed him?

Abbadon wanted to rage but couldn’t because he could tell that Wang Xiaoming had been utterly sincere when he said those words.

Baal’s anger was more straightforward since the flames of anger shot up straight into his heart. “If you’re done offering congratulations, you can leave.”

“No, I have something else I need to do.” Abbadon finally remembered the reason he was here and clouds of anger gathered above his head again. “You should remember who it was that offered you the biggest help when you were at your most helpless, right?”

Baal frowned and asked, “Who?”

Abbadon held his anger in check and demanded, “ The Complete Guide to Hell … did you forget?”

Baal answered, “It’s never been part of my memory.”

“Dammit, who’s talking about that!” Abbadon exploded. “Did you forget who gave you a copy of The Complete Guide to Hell on the condition that you beat Raphael up?!”

“You,” Baal answered quickly.

Abbadon sighed. “Good that you’ve remembered. But did you do it?”

“Nope.”

Abbadon was completely angered by Baal’s uncaring attitude. “You faithless guy! I trusted you!”

But the next thing that Baal said put a stopper on Abbadon’s anger. “Did you give me a time limit?”

Stunned, Abbadon asked after a long time, “So when are you going to go?”

“No clue,” Baal’s expression was tense, “but definitely not when I haven’t satisfied my own desires.”

Abbadaon opened and then closed his mouth. He said angrily, “You just wait.” He dug out a Black Star Stone from his pocket. “Come out.”

Purple light flashed and Mammon sat elegantly in midair with his feet crossed and holding a glass of red wine in his hands. “It’s so great to hear the good news from you two.”

Wang Xiaoming said happily, “We’d love for you to come to the wedding.”

Mammon answered with a smile, “This is just an illusion of me. But though I can’t personally deliver my well-wishes, I’d still like to wish you two a happy marriage and hope you’ll stay in love forever.”

Wang Xiaoming said, “Thank you.”

Baal crossed his arms and asked, “You’re not just here to say congratulations, are you?”

“My goal is quite similar to Abbadon’s.” Mammon put his hand against his chin and raised his eyebrows slightly at Baal. “Does this remind you of anything?”

Baal said, “Yup, a glass of cockroach wine.”

Mammon’s smile froze slightly and then he tossed the wine glass aside and said with a serious expression, “The Titans are making a lot of noise lately. It’s a great time to set out for them.”

“No, he has to go find Raphael in Heaven first,” Abbadon interrupted.

Mammon said unhurriedly, “Abbadon, Lord Lucifer is looking for you.”

“What for?” Abbadon suddenly became nervous.

“About a bill for the destruction of property.”

Abbadon fell silent.

Mammon told Baal, “The Titan Realm is a great place for a honeymoon.”

Abbadon put the Black Star Stone in his pocket.

Mammon’s figure vanished.

Abbadon hurriedly tossed out the instruction, “Go to Heaven,” at Baal before spreading his wings and flying downward.

Baal glanced at Shi Feixia, who was shamelessly standing and watching from the sidelines. “Had your fill yet?”

“Can I watch what happens next?” Shi Feixia asked very calmly.

“What do you think?” Baal squinted his eyes threateningly.

“Understood.” Shi Feixia turned around without hesitation.

Baal waited until Shi Feixia’s figure disappeared from the hallway and then turned around, picked Wang Xiaoming up, and walked inside.

Wang Xiaoming quickly realized what Baal planned to do and said hurriedly, “I haven’t taken a shower yet.”

“We’ll wash your insides and then clean your outsides.” Baal walked in and off-handedly kicked out, shutting the door.

Shi Feixia took out the Domino Special Listening Device and stuck it against the wall at the corner.

Layton squatted excitedly behind Shi Feixia and kept asking, “How is it? How’s the bed?”

Shi Feixia adjusted the earpiece for a long time before sighing in disappointment, “The safety precautions are too good.”

“What does that mean?”

“He probably put down a layer of wards.” Shi Feixia held his chin in his hands, “Unless we go find Isefel and Gin like we did last time, otherwise…”

Layton rubbed both hands together. “Then let’s go find Isefel and Gin?”

Shi Feixia gave him a look and said, “If Baal asks, I’ll tell him the truth.”

…

Layton said with utter sincerity, “Listening in on someone’s wedding night is a very wicked thing. Never do it.”

Shi Feixia nodded and said, “Yes, better to never think of it. Otherwise you won’t grow any taller.”

Layton, “…”

When Gin passed the kitchen, he spotted a very familiar animal sleeping soundly with its belly exposed.

He couldn’t help but walk closer to take a peek.

The tiger suddenly opened its eyes, turned itself around, and then stood up. It stared at him predatorily, like a tiger hunting its prey.

It was definitely intense because this was a tiger after all.

“Mew.” The tiger made a sound and then started wagging its tail furiously.

Gin asked with a frown, “No way?” He did remember a single tiger that liked to meow like a cat, and that was—

The tiger suddenly leapt at him.

He dodged to the side and the tiger landed on his shoe and gave it a furious gnawing, all the time letting out a low growl like a dog from its throat.

Hughes passed by and asked him with surprise, “You know it?”

“It’s the culprit behind why I’m afraid of picking fruits for sangria,” Gin answered with gritted teeth.

“Why?”

“Have you ever heard a tiger meow like a cat?”

Hughes shook his head.

“It could after eating fruit.”

Hughes comforted him, “Even if he can meow like a cat, it’s nothing. Just pretend it’s a skill.”

“But how do I know if there are fruits that will grow random things on your body after eating them?” Gin was still very worried.

“Random things?” Hughes didn’t understand. “What things?”

Gin glanced at Hughes’s chest.

Hughes, “…”

TRANSLATOR/EDITOR NOTE: The main Spirit Boss story ends here. There are some extra chapters that we have not edited yet, but those mostly focus on the side pairings and contain dubious consent, so we will likely be posting them at a much later date. Thank you to everyone who followed this journey.

1

Chinese criteria for deciding if a dish is good; a good dish has to fulfill all three criteria: look good, smell enticing, and taste delicious. 2

Pranking the newlyweds is a Chinese wedding tradition where the family and friends of the newlyweds will come and clown around, trying to prank the newlyweds and interrupt their wedding night. It is supposed to be done in fun and to bring joy to the celebration, but in recent years some of the pranks have gone overboard and the tradition is now under scrutiny.