"Jiang Deng, how do we get in?"

When he arrived above the city gate, Bai Sitang was stunned when he saw the ghost cultivators coming and going.

All those who come in and out of this ghost city of the underworld are ghost cultivators, and they are the real human cultivators, with a strong human scent on their bodies that cannot be concealed.

Even if talismans are used to cover it up, it can only hide the breath of human cultivators, but cannot generate the ghost energy of ghost cultivators.

“Got it!”

Jiang Deng's eyes swirled, and an idea quickly came to his mind. He asked Bai Sitang directly, "Your father is not only a great medical saint, but also one of the rare alchemy masters in the Ten Realms. While you may not have inherited his alchemy skills, refining an elixir that can transform one's aura from the inside out shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Bai Sitang nodded thoughtfully, "It's not difficult, it's not difficult, but I was in such a hurry this time that I didn't bring the alchemy furnace with me."

"I have an alchemy furnace!"

Jiang Deng decisively took out the big black tripod from the Eight Gates World.

With a loud 'bang', the big black tripod fell to the ground, and even the surrounding ground shook. You can imagine how outrageous its weight is.

Seeing this, Bai Sitang's mouth twitched and he said, "Is this considered an alchemy furnace? Jiang Deng, are you sure that what you took out is not a furnace for refining weapons?"

"Why isn't this an alchemy furnace?"

Jiang Deng pointed at the big black cauldron and said confidently, "Although I have used it to refine spiritual tools, I have also used it to refine medicinal pills. They are the same in use."

"It's completely different, okay..."

Bai Sitang complained weakly.

Compared to refining weapons, refining pills is a more delicate job.

Whose alchemy furnace is not small and exquisite, and has a bunch of runes and magic arrays engraved on it to avoid wasting any of the medicinal power of the spiritual herbs and achieve the best effect?

But Jiang Deng actually brought out such a big dark corner for him to make the elixir. Isn't this making it difficult for him?

Not to mention his average alchemy skills, even if his father, who is an alchemy master, had to use such a strange alchemy furnace, he would probably not be able to get used to it.

"Stop talking nonsense and start refining the elixir!"

Jiang Deng urged impatiently, as if she would kill Bai Sitang if he didn't make the elixir quickly.

"I know. You've always been good at bullying me. Once I find my mother, I'll definitely..."

Bai Sitang couldn't help but grumble a few times, but since he was living under someone else's roof, he had no choice but to ask Jiang Deng to help him find his mother, so he finally agreed.

In order not to attract the attention of the ghost cultivators, Jiang Deng carried the huge and heavy black tripod and went to a bamboo forest not far from the city gate.

This bamboo forest is not as lush and green as the common bamboo forests in the spiritual realm. The bamboo forest here is a strange gray-black color. The entire bamboo forest is shrouded in a strong ghostly aura, which looks eerie and particularly scary.

Bai Sitang was so frightened that he couldn't help but tremble all over. "Jiang Deng, why does this place feel like it might be haunted?"

"Ghostland, ghostland, naturally all the people living here are ghosts. It's normal for there to be ghosts in this bamboo forest."

Jiang Deng still looked calm. To appease Bai Sitang, she also said sympathetically, "Don't worry, once you refine the elixir, we'll both become ghosts. Who knows, we might even be able to scare ghosts in return! Haha."

Bai Sitang: “…”

Even if Jiang Deng doesn't turn into a ghost, it's still quite scary.

Jiang Deng placed the large black cauldron in front of Bai Sitang and waved her hand, saying, "Just tell me what spiritual herbs you need. I have plenty!"

Bai Sitang's face immediately flushed red as he said, "Who are you looking down on? It's just a few broken spiritual herbs, right? I have plenty of them too!"

"Okay, then use your spiritual herbs."

Jiang Deng agreed straightforwardly, as if afraid that Bai Sitang would go back on his word.

Bai Sitang: “…”

What's wrong with feeling like he's been fooled?

——

The ghost city of the underworld, inside the city.

Not far from the magnificent imperial palace, stands a majestic mansion, which is the residence of Mao Fang, a capable subordinate of the Ghost Emperor.

At this time, Mao Fang was practicing in his bedroom day after day.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, absorbing and breathing in the ghost energy around him.

The cultivation method of ghost cultivators is different from that of human cultivators. Since they are the souls of living beings after death, they have powerful primordial spirits, no physical bodies, and almost no bottlenecks. They upgrade purely by improving their spiritual consciousness.

Before, Mao Fang sealed off part of his strength in order to participate in the sword-fighting competition, and now is his true strength.

The early stage of Mahayana realm!

Just when Mao Fang was about to start practicing, a wisp of black smoke suddenly appeared out of nowhere in his bedroom.

"who?"

Mao Fang suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the location of the black smoke.

"Boss!"

The black smoke twisted and turned into a burly bald ghost cultivator.

However, unlike his previous solid body, the bald ghost cultivator's body is now so thin that it is almost nothing, as if it will fall apart with a gust of wind.

Not long ago, Jiang Deng used the ghost-killing formation to try to strangle him. In order to survive, the bald ghost cultivator had to self-destruct in advance, leaving only a remnant soul to survive.

For fear that Jiang Deng would notice something was wrong, the glowing ghost cultivator didn't dare to walk too fast. He didn't dare to come back until Jiang Deng and Bai Sitang had completely left.

Thinking of his previous tragic experience, the bald ghost cultivator sobbed miserably, "My little brother, I died in such a tragic way! It's all because of that female cultivator. She, she is such a bad person!"

"Oh?" Mao Fang raised an eyebrow and said slowly, "The person who killed you was a female cultivator? What's her name?"

"That female cultivator seems to be called..."

The bald ghost cultivator looked puzzled and said, "Jiang Deng? Yes! That's Jiang Deng. I heard her companions call her Jiang Deng. Boss, tell me, are there so many people named Jiang Deng in our Ten Realms?"

"Ginger Lantern! It's Ginger Lantern again!"

Mao Fang was so angry that his teeth were itching.

The encounter with his mortal enemy Jiang Deng at the sword-fighting competition had already made him angry enough, and now here came another Venerable Jiang Deng, who had replaced him and became the Ghost Emperor's most trusted subordinate.

Now the Ghost Emperor has handed everything over to her, completely forgetting about him, his capable subordinate. How can he feel at ease?

The more Mao Fang thought about it, the angrier he became. In order to prevent a third Jiang Deng from appearing, he decided not to tolerate it any longer.

"Okay, I understand."

Mao Fang took off the gourd from his waist, unplugged it, and walked towards the bald ghost cultivator, signaling him to come in.

Before leaving, the bald ghost cultivator repeatedly confirmed, "Boss, you will help me get revenge, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense! If you keep on talking, I won't avenge you."

“Okay, okay…”

For fear of angering Mao Fang, the bald ghost cultivator quickly entered the gourd.

Mao Fang put away the gourd and quickly called his men over, asking them, "Where is the beloved figure in front of the Ghost Emperor?"

The subordinate asked puzzledly: "Isn't it you?"

Mao Fang was furious: "...I'm not talking about myself, I'm talking about that woman in red!"