"What? You haven't heard of the Netherworld Palace?"

The Chilong Ghost King, who was staring at Feng Bingwen, noticed the change in Feng Bingwen's expression.

"This is the first time I've heard of it."

Feng Bingwen readily admitted that there's no need to pretend to know what you don't.

"Have you not yet awakened your innate wisdom?"

Zhan Taiyou frowned slightly. The Netherworld Path was established in ancient times and has been passed down to this day. Even if the other party is a reincarnation of a sage, he should have heard of it.

"..."

Feng Bingwen remained silent. He couldn't very well explain to the Ghost King that he had awakened his innate wisdom, but that he was just an ordinary person in his previous life. No one but himself would believe that explanation.

Seeing that Feng Bingwen did not answer, the Ghost King felt very bored. If he were a reincarnated sage, she could take the opportunity to ask him for advice and solve some problems in his cultivation, given the current difference in strength. However, since the other party had completely reincarnated and had not even recovered his memories, there was nothing to talk about.

“I have a nephew who, after some time of training, has now achieved some success in his cultivation. He is arrogant and looks down on everyone. I am having a headache and need to temper his temperament. It just so happens that the sage has arrived. I would appreciate it if you could teach him a lesson.”

Although disappointed, Zhan Taiyou could not let this reincarnated sage leave now that he had come to this place.

“Disciplining arrogant juniors? That’s no problem. However, I currently lack supernatural abilities and techniques. I’ve heard that you have quite a collection, fellow Daoist. Could you perhaps offer me some references?”

Upon hearing the request for help, Feng Bingwen readily agreed.

"As long as you can wear away the arrogance in my younger generation's heart, you may freely peruse the divine powers and techniques I have collected!"

While it's strange that such a person would make such a request, it's not entirely surprising considering that the other party hasn't awakened their innate wisdom.

She also noticed that the spiritual energy cultivated by this young man was incredibly powerful and vast. Although he was only at the Spirit Gathering Realm, he gave her a subtle and unfathomable feeling.

This is enough to prove how profound the fundamental scriptures the other party cultivates are. Even the highest-level inheritances in the Xuanmen sect of cultivation would not have such an effect.

"good!"

Feng Bingwen's face lit up with joy. The Daoist scriptures his cheap master had given him were only for foundation building, enough for him to reach the Spirit Gathering Realm, but anything beyond that was just incomplete fragments.

The innate scriptures he cultivates emphasize the accumulation of foundational knowledge. Once enough is accumulated, one can evolve into more profound cultivation methods. The same applies to supernatural powers and magic. As long as one reads enough, one can deduce the most suitable method for oneself.

When the Yin general invited him, although he complained that the ghost king's supernatural powers were not good enough, even the worst supernatural powers are still supernatural powers.

"Where is your nephew, my friend?"

"Come with me!"

Seeing that she was confident and seemed eager to browse through Feng Bingwen's collection, Zhan Taiyou's eyes gleamed with a mysterious light. Although her junior was arrogant and looked down on everyone, how could he compare to the one in front of her?

This attitude clearly shows that she doesn't take the junior she has carefully trained seriously. Even though it was clearly a battle between people of the same level, she is still so casual.

However, she didn't say anything. The strength of this reincarnated sage who had not yet found Shu Hui would be known after a battle with her nephew; there was no need for words.

The dragon encircling the Ghost King let out a long roar, then flew into the air. Its body swelled in the wind, transforming into a hundred-zhang-tall creature, before circling the sky once.

Suddenly, the world spun around them, and the eight-hundred-mile-long camp, filled with murderous aura, and the prostrate ghostly soldiers and generals, vanished without a trace, never to be seen again.

Looking up, towering palaces came into view, stacked like mountains, imposing and majestic. However, the palaces were silent and cold, devoid of any human presence, and chilling to the bone.

Before Feng Bingwen stood a ghost king with a dragon coiled around his body, exuding both majesty and allure. He stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly without any ghost lords around, so he did not conceal his figure with gray mist.

"Fellow Daoist, where is your nephew?"

Feng Bingwen looked around. The sky above was dark and gloomy, unchanged. A blood moon hung high, exuding an ominous aura. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but the blood moon seemed to have grown much larger.

No, it's not that he's gotten bigger, but rather that he's now closer to the blood moon. His location seems to be the highest point in this ghost kingdom, and looking into the distance, he can see a ghost army training under the blood moon.

"Ling Ruo!"

Zhan Taiyou called out softly, and in the desolate and deserted palace, a maid carrying an exquisite palace lantern quietly appeared. She was beautiful and elegant, her dress fluttering, and she was an absolute beauty. Unfortunately, her figure was slightly transparent, and a mist shimmered as she walked. She seemed to have no human presence, but was a ghost.

"Miss!"

Unlike the terms used for ghost soldiers and generals, the ghost maidservants used a more intimate term for the Ghost King.

"Go and call Xiaoyu over here!"

Zhan Taiyou gave the instructions.

"yes."

A graceful maid, carrying a palace lantern, drifted away, quietly disappearing into the shadows of the palace.

"No wonder!"

Feng Bingwen glanced at the ghost maidservant. No wonder that young master Li, despite being a mortal, was so reckless and lustful.

"Please wait a moment, my nephew will be here shortly!"

"It's alright!"

Feng Bingwen looked down from his high vantage point, surveying the ghost kingdom's landscape, so different from the mortal realm. Beyond the palace walls, there were scenes resembling the bustling activity of the human world, yet they were eerily sinister, bizarre, and grotesque.

And in the distance, the outline of a city can be seen. This ghost kingdom is not just the large city beneath our feet; within the city, there are also towns, villages, and other places where ghosts gather, just like in the mortal world.

On the vast plains, no one cultivates the land. Instead, one can see one martial arts training ground after another, where ghostly beings wield weapons, practice military formations, and shout battle cries that reach the heavens.

This scene reinforced his initial impression of the Ghost Kingdom: it was not a Ghost Kingdom at all, but rather a huge military camp, stockpiling an incalculable number of Yin soldiers.

I wonder what this Ghost King is planning to do with such a large number of ghost soldiers.

Sweeping across the world? Overthrowing humanity? Unlikely; that would be a path to certain death. Even if one succeeded temporarily, one would not escape the wrath of the powerful beings of the human race.

"aunt!"

As Feng Bingwen pondered what the Yin Chi Ghost King intended to do, a cry tinged with joy rang out. Feng Bingwen looked in the direction of the sound and immediately saw a dashing young man in black robes striding towards him.

Even within the Ghost King's palace, this young man's body was brimming with blood and energy, like a wild bear. Even the yin energy that filled the city could not suppress him; instead, it was dispersed by him.

"Do you have something important to tell me?"

The young man walked to a short distance in front of the Ghost King, his gaze revealing three parts intimacy, three parts dependence, and a few more unsettling, dangerous emotions.

“I have found you an opponent. You don’t need to hold back at all. You can go all out against him.”

Zhan Taiyou looked at Feng Bingwen, and the Ghost King's nephew also looked over, but his eyes were filled with vigilance and a bit of inexplicable hostility.

"Auntie, who is this?"

The young man in black robes scrutinized Feng Bingwen from head to toe, his expression growing increasingly solemn with each glance, for although the boy appeared young, his handsome features were no less striking than his own.

"This is my nephew, Zhan Tai Siyu. Please, fellow Daoist, go easy on him and don't injure him too badly."

Ignoring his nephew, Zhan Taiyou spoke to Feng Bingwen in a calm tone, but to his nephew it was like a thunderclap, instantly enraging him.

His aunt told him to go all out, but told this guy who appeared out of nowhere to hold back, which clearly meant she thought he had no chance of winning.

Although he usually relied heavily on and trusted his aunt's judgment, he couldn't tolerate this disrespect this time. He felt his blood boiling.

"Can."

Feng Bingwen nodded, then looked at the young man who had been quite normal, but whose eyes had now turned pitch black, making him look like a demon.

"You guys start fighting. Come find me after you win."

After leaving these words, the Ghost King quietly disappeared, but Feng Bingwen could sense her presence in the palace behind him.

"Who are you?"

Although his aura was gradually becoming inhuman, the young man named Zhan Tai Siyu still maintained basic rationality and questioned Feng Bingwen word by word.

"Don't ask so many questions, I'm in a hurry, hurry up and do it, I still need to see your aunt after I'm done!"

Feng Bingwen did not answer, but urged him impatiently. These words immediately stimulated Zhan Tai Siyu, whose body swelled up and fine, dark scales appeared. Not only his aura, but also his form became like a demon.

"You can forget about ever seeing my aunt!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man, whose body was covered with fine scales and whose head had sprouted two sharp, crescent-shaped horns, rushed in front of Feng Bingwen and threw a punch with tremendous force.

Faced with this punch that could destroy mountains and uproot strongholds, Feng Bingwen showed impatience on his face. Immortal spiritual energy swirled in his hand, and amidst the flashing five-colored immortal light, he slapped out.

boom!

The enormous figure flew backward, crashing hundreds of feet away, and slammed into the eaves of a palace. With a flash of eerie light, the palace remained unbroken, while the young man landed awkwardly on the ground.

"Don't waste my time. I don't have time to play house with you. Show me your full potential!"

Feng Bingwen remained motionless, while Zhan Tai Siyu, who had been slapped away by him, was enveloped in a deep, ghostly aura, so dense it resembled flames.

As the young man stood up, a palpable aura of malevolent energy rose and intertwined behind him, manifesting a bizarre and grotesque spectacle, in which a hundred ferocious and malevolent ghosts appeared.

The Ghost Path, a third-grade extraordinary phenomenon, a hundred ghosts parade at night!

"After a year of seclusion, I have finally been able to invoke the power of the extraordinary phenomenon. Since emerging from seclusion, I have not used this move on anyone!"

Behind Zhan Tai Siyu, as the scene of a hundred ghosts parading at night became increasingly solid, ghosts actually stepped down from it...