Qinghe spoke with conviction and confidence.

"Thank you for your trouble, Sister Wan Gui." Qinghe bowed. In front of him was a gloomy woman with white hair and black clothes. Her face was covered with a veil, her eyes were sharp, and a faint but chilling murderous aura emanated from her. It was clear at a glance that she was not someone to be trifled with.

The woman's title was Ten Thousand Ghosts Demon Lord, one of the strongest figures in the demonic path. Before she submitted to Dragon Travel Manor, Ten Thousand Ghosts Demon Lord was a figure who gave both the righteous and demonic paths a headache.

"It's alright." The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Ghosts raised her hand lightly, and with a thud, something fell at her feet. Upon closer inspection, it was a demon bound into a mummy shape by the Immortal Binding Rope.

Those are ghosts; the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Ghosts is renowned throughout the world for his ability to control ghosts.

Hentian glanced at it indifferently, but his heart instantly jumped into his throat.

"How dare you, a mere nobody, come to the Heavenly Dao Palace to cause trouble! You're courting death!" Hentian spoke righteously, then raised his hand. It seemed like a casual gesture, but in reality, it was a forbidden exorcism spell that would kill anyone. Even the barrier set up by Qinghe and the other three couldn't stop it.

Boom! The two forces collided, creating powerful waves.

"You…!" Hentian roared in fury, "Venerable One, what do you mean by this?"

"What's wrong with me?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked innocently.

“Venerable One, why did you stop me? I saw that the ghost was shrouded in black aura, its spirit body black with purple tinges. It must have been a very wicked person in life. You are a dignified Venerable One, a model of the righteous path. Your actions have truly chilled the hearts of your fellow practitioners.”

Evil spirits can be classified as demons that must be eliminated. They committed many evils in life and still do not repent after death. If these demons are not eliminated, it will be difficult to quell the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people.

Ji Xiaoxiao pursed her lips. This person was eloquent and quick-witted, seizing every opportunity to gossip about her.

"Hate Heaven, you're too impatient. What tricks can any wronged spirit or vengeful ghost play in front of the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Ghosts?" Ji Xiaoxiao winked at the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Ghosts, who understood immediately. She murmured a few words, and the Immortal Binding Rope automatically untied itself.

The binding rope was untied, revealing the full face of the evil spirit. The evil spirit was old and decrepit, lifeless, and the stench of blood was strong and pungent.

"How many people did this evil spirit kill in its previous life? Its soul glows with a bloody red light; it was a 'Thread of Connection' personally punished by Heaven."

"【A single thread connects us】, a single thread connects us for a thousand lifetimes, a thousand lifetimes as pigs or dogs, almost eternally falling into the animal realm. I have only read about this in ancient books, and this is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes."

"That evil spirit has probably killed hundreds of thousands of people."

The sound of inhaling aloud rang out in unison. This evil spirit, who had been human in life, had slaughtered 100,000 of his own kind, revealing his vicious nature. Even most of the demonic cultivators could hardly match him.

Some compassionate practitioners began reciting the Rebirth Sutra.

"Hey." The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Ghosts kicked the seemingly terrified evil spirit, "Reincarnate."

The evil spirit came to its senses and cried out mournfully, "Ancestor!"

This cry of "Ancestor" is clearly Nie Zhen calling out to Hentian.

Hentian frowned, his eyes darting around, seemingly plotting something.

Qinghe said loudly, "This evil spirit was named Nie Zhen in his previous life. He was the patriarch of the Nie family and a blood relative of Hentian."

"Ancestor, save me! Ancestor, save me!"

Nie Zhen's reaction indirectly confirmed Qing He's words.

"No need to beg him anymore. If it weren't for the Venerable One's intervention, you would have been annihilated just now." The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Ghosts smiled seductively, casually sowing discord between Nie Zhen and Hentian.

Nie Zhen shuddered, deeply agreeing.

"If you wish to be reincarnated, you can only rely on us now," said the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Ghosts.

After much deliberation, Nie Zhen suddenly realized what was happening. He knelt down and spoke frankly and without reservation.

"Furthermore, Hentian also personally killed some people, including ordinary humans and cultivators. It seems to have been a hundred years ago when my house was haunted and my home was in turmoil. I remember it very clearly. At that time, Hentian was very angry, and it seemed that he was seriously injured. He cursed Master Jingyun and a lousy old man named Mintian viciously."

Now that things have come to this, most people are pointing the finger at Hentian.

"Hentian, did you kill Mintian?"

"Hentian, say something!"

The person who questioned Hentian was the Supreme Elder of the Litian Dao Palace.

Hentian remained silent.

Why aren't you saying anything?

"Why? Why else? Because he has nothing to say." Ji Xiaoxiao said, "I know that you still have doubts in your hearts, doubts that I went to great lengths to frame Hentian, regardless of the cost."

Ji Xiaoxiao's words struck a chord with everyone.

Isn't that so? You people from Longyou Manor can't stand that our Litian Dao Palace has finally produced a Venerable One, so you use all sorts of methods to smear Hentian and incite the people of the world to rise up against him, while you sit back and reap the benefits, remaining noble Venerable Ones for a long time.

Ji Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, opened up her own wounds, and asked, "If I told you that I was also one of the victims, would you believe me?"

What's the meaning?

Ji Xiaoxiao didn't explain, but looked at Nie Zhen, "Nie Zhen, do you still remember me?"

Nie Zhen looked in the direction of the sound and stared at Ji Xiaoxiao for a long time with audacity.

"You are...you are Lou Yu!" Nie Zhen exclaimed in horror, "Didn't those two good-for-nothings, Jingyun and Huaikong, get rid of you?"

"I'm standing right here!"

Ji Xiaoxiao curled her lips into a smile. Nie Zhen felt as if he had been swallowed whole by a wild beast. Darkness enveloped him, and stomach acid slowly corroded and digested his body. He could not scream, he could not run away, and he could only quietly wait for death.

“I was just an ordinary farmer’s daughter. On the eve of my wedding, Nie Zhen…” Ji Xiaoxiao recounted the original owner’s difficult life story in detail.

Nie Zhen covered his head and secretly glanced at Ji Xiaoxiao, his expression crazed.

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