Lu Fuyue snapped out of her daze, pursed her lips, and suppressed the emotions in her eyes. She never expected that the Ghost Emperor, who had long since perished, would appear before her in such a way.

And it was completely different from what she had imagined.

However, judging from the aura emanating from him, he should only be a remnant soul.

The Ghost Emperor's eyes darted around, and he stroked his chin with his hand. Suddenly, he said, "Before you, there was another cultivator with the aura of a phoenix who came here, wanting to refine my Netherworld's supreme treasure, the Netherworld Divine Fire. I think that person might have some connection with you."

"If you have the chance, you can try to find him."

"After all, your clan is probably down to just the two of you now."

Upon hearing this, Lu Fuyue was stunned. On the Qingyuan Continent today, even low-level divine beasts have long since disappeared, let alone the so-called Phoenix God Clan.

It's estimated that, apart from her mother's clan, there are no others who could possibly possess a trace of phoenix aura.

Her eyes flickered slightly. "Does Senior still remember what that person looked like?"

The Ghost Emperor shook his head. "When he came here, my consciousness was in the process of collapsing, so I didn't see his appearance clearly. The only thing I knew was that he cultivated the Ghost Path."

Lu Fuyue remained silent.

She didn't actually know her mother's origins.

The surroundings became quiet.

The Ghost Emperor plopped down on the ground, lifted his eyelids, and sighed, "You came for that string, didn't you?"

"If that's the case, you're probably going to be disappointed."

Lu Fuyue quickly concealed her thoughts and lowered her eyes, "This junior came for that string."

There are some things that cannot be hidden from a powerful being like the Ghost Emperor.

Since he appeared before her, it must not have been on a whim.

She lowered her head slightly and said respectfully, "Please enlighten me, senior."

Upon hearing this, the Ghost Emperor paused for a moment, then smiled, his tone turning colder, "Little girl, you're quite clever, knowing how to use others to climb the social ladder."

Lu Fuyue's back was instantly soaked with fine sweat.

The Ghost Emperor shook his head, his tone lazy, "You are not from my Underworld. If I teach you, wouldn't that be handing over our Underworld's treasures?"

"One should not be too greedy in life."

Lu Fuyue remained silent for a moment before speaking, "Senior, are there any conditions?"

The Ghost Emperor smiled, "Not too stupid."

"Only those who belong to the Underworld are qualified to possess the treasures of the Underworld. If you become a person of the Underworld, perhaps I can even give you some pointers."

Upon hearing this, Lu Fuyue immediately understood.

Jiang Xun was personally chosen by the Ghost Emperor to be his successor. In his heart, Jiang Xun was probably like his own disciple.

"What, do you think he's not good enough for you, or do you look down on him?"

Lu Fuyue hesitated for a moment, then finally said, "...This junior cultivates the Path of Ruthlessness."

The Ghost Emperor's tiny, beady eyes widened instantly. He leaped to his feet, pointing at Lu Fuyue, "What? You cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness?"

As far as he knew, for thousands of years, without exception, those who cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness either fell in love halfway through and destroyed their thousand years of cultivation in an instant, or died under the tribulation of ascension because they killed their wives to prove the Dao.

But he had no idea what path this little girl was cultivating.

But no matter how much I planned, I never expected that the path I was cultivating would be like this.

No wonder that guy clearly liked this girl, but never made it clear.

Lu Fuyue nodded slightly, "This junior does indeed cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness."

Cultivators who practice the Path of Ruthlessness either do not experience love or, if they do, kill their lover to prove their path. She, however, does not belong to the latter category.

Seeing the seriousness in Lu Fuyue's eyes, the Ghost Emperor knew she wasn't lying to him. He sighed, "Alas, in the end, we are destined to be apart."

Suddenly, he thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he said, "How about this, you become my disciple, then you'll become a person of the underworld, and also Jiang Xun's junior sister."

His gaze immediately locked onto Lu Fuyue, and he looked at her with some suspicion. "If we can't be Daoist partners, surely we can't even be fellow disciples?"

"If that's the case, then please return the way you came. The treasures of the Underworld will never be given to a cultivator who is not from the Underworld."

Lu Fuyue subconsciously opened her mouth, but then fell silent. After coming to the Underworld, she never expected that she would go from being a senior sister to a junior sister.

After a long silence, she finally spoke: "I already have a master, and I'm afraid I will have to disappoint you."

The remnant soul of the Ghost Emperor raised an eyebrow, jumped to Lu Fuyue's side, and looked her up and down several times. "That's not right. No one can teach you the cultivation techniques you're practicing."

"Even if it were the real me, I could only offer you some pointers based on my experience."

Lu Fuyue was startled. No one had ever been able to see through the cultivation technique she was practicing. Even when she accidentally traveled to 100,000 years ago, to that ancient era where geniuses gathered and Mahayana cultivators were everywhere, no one could see through the cultivation technique she was practicing.

If this mere remnant soul possesses such power, then if the Ghost Emperor hadn't perished, wouldn't that mean...?

The more she thought about it, the more alarmed she became, and the back of her clothes was slightly damp with cold sweat.

The remnant soul of the Ghost Emperor suddenly patted Lu Fuyue on the shoulder and explained, "Don't worry, I'm just a wisp of a soul now, so there are some things that wouldn't be of any use to me."

However, if he hadn't perished, the things on this little girl might have actually attracted his attention.

Even though he had already ascended to immortality, he was still tempted by the legendary divine artifact, the Weak Water Harp.

He changed the subject, "However, your master isn't the one who taught you the cultivation techniques, is he? If so, one more wouldn't hurt. I don't mind, and your master probably doesn't mind either."

Lu Fuyue pondered for a moment, then bowed and said, "Master, please accept my bow."

The remnant soul of the Ghost Emperor smiled, his eyes narrowing. He raised his hand and waved, a wisp of Yin energy lifting Lu Fuyue up. "Good, good, good. From now on, I am a ghost with disciples."

And it's a little girl.

Before his fall, he always preferred freedom and disliked being restrained. Having disciples would only make cultivation more difficult, and since there was no one in the underworld he liked, he never accepted any disciples.

As for Jiang Xun, he was merely an inheritor whom Jiang Xun had casually tossed aside with that black mystic stone. Jiang Xun had no idea of ​​his existence. Strictly speaking, this little girl was more like his disciple than Jiang Xun.