99 Harvests

Charging into the horde of skeletons, the skeletons not only die, but also show no fear of death. They died tragically in life, and even in death they aid and abet evil. They did not wish for it, but what can they do?

Lightning flames burned on the blade, encircling it. As if understanding its master's will, it remained still, holding its power. Then, it charged in, earnestly and intently slashing, the firework-like blade light striking the head.

Then, as if frozen in time, it remained fixed between the skull and the head, 'May you have a safe journey. If there is an afterlife, do not be reborn at the border.'

Then, the inner power was no longer under control, and thunderous flames raged forth. The flames, reaching a temperature of over 2200 degrees Celsius, instantly caused the skeleton to spontaneously combust.

Then, with a single leap, a hundred blades reflected the moonlight, chillingly cold. Then, in an instant, flames erupted.

The roaring fire instantly ignited the pitch-black night. A single spark can start a prairie fire! It dispelled the darkness! In the blink of an eye, within the Ten Thousand Swords Manor, raging flames illuminated the entire mountain.

He slowly turned back, and in that instant, the wind fell silent, and all was still. The atmosphere was tense; even the yin energy seemed afraid, unable to withstand the emperor's wrath. The Gentleman's Blade trembled slightly, its blade amplified by wind spirit stones, with fire and lightning dragons swirling around it so fast they were almost invisible. It transformed into a streak of white light, awaiting its master's thunderous strike!

The Ghost King was no longer calm; his breathing became somewhat labored. This was no ordinary Martial King's aura.

'Those who are skilled in external martial arts are indeed difficult to deal with; we must find their weakness!'

Her expression remained unchanged, still beaming with smiles. Her clothes were alluring—a pale yellow two-piece swimsuit! Her incredibly seductive cherry-like lips parted shyly as she said, 'All the subordinates I've painstakingly built up have been ruined by you. Why don't you become my subordinate?'

There was no answer, no expression; step by step, he moved with extreme calm, ruthlessness, and determination! At that moment, his only thought was: kill, kill, kill!

Beside the Ghost King, a figure slowly emerged, skin and bones. One could still vaguely make out that it was Wan Qianchi. He Chen didn't recognize him, nor did it matter. The Ghost King muttered to himself...

'Since you love me so much, then you should help me block him out. Go!'

Ten thousand feet, and he arrived with incredible speed and agility. Before him stood a pseudo-Martial King, whose hide was exceptionally tough. Sharp claws and nimble movements seemed almost instinctive. The footwork of the Ten Thousand Swords Manor was also remarkable.

With a single step, the bird-like footwork takes it into the air, its sharp claws suddenly reaching for the top of its head, as if trying to carve out five holes.

He stopped slowly, standing still, neither dodging, nor thinking, nor looking! He swung his blade, a flash of light, like a bolt of lightning, cleaving his forehead to his feet cleanly in two. His claws remained motionless, just half a finger's width from his head!

They continued to walk slowly forward, wanting the Ghost King to experience the final moments before his death.

"Young hero, why bother? The spring night is fleeting, the sun rises high. Come and rest here. It's cold outside, but the temperature here is just right."

Then, with a wave of his hand, an endless array of beautiful sights appeared: warm curtains, red candles, and twinkling lanterns. On the table sat steaming roast duck and roast goose!

With my divine sense fully activated, I realized that I didn't want to see these roast ducks and geese, and I couldn't eat them! They were bloody and unclean!

Without waiting, he took a leap, and suddenly, a thick aura of bloodlust arrived. This aura of bloodlust brought chaos, confusion, corrosion, and venom.

The titanium-grade divine bell shield was now ringing incessantly, its vibrations gradually subsiding after twenty layers of corrosion. The chaotic aura rapidly assaulted its own divine sense.

He rapidly circulated the Thunderfire Heart Technique. Within moments, he regained consciousness.

With two sharp clangs, the Ghost King seized the opportunity to launch a swift attack. A delicate, slender blade rapidly struck the chest, back, and lower body, attempting to pinpoint the Ghost King's weak points.

He Chen hugged the Ghost King tightly; the soft fragrance was in his arms, yet the Ghost King was icy cold.

"Young hero, if you wish to consummate your marriage, please follow me. Why be so rude?" The Ghost King, Li'er, struggled to break free, but the grip tightened.

Bloodthirsty energy rapidly condensed in his hand and was pressed against his back, producing a constant sizzling sound of corrosion.

In her hands, no longer were delicate, jade-like hands; instead, they were blood-red, with sharp nails. A 'sizzling' sound echoed as she scratched her back, tearing her clothes into shreds.

"May you have a safe journey." The Thunderfire Heart Technique was quickly activated!

A raging flame engulfed his hand, and with a thunderous strike,

"Ah!" the Ghost King screamed incessantly.

"Young hero, spare my life! I was forced into this situation. Please have mercy! It was all the Xuan Yin Sect's doing!"

"Don't worry, next time I see the Xuan Yin Sect, I'll give them another stab. That will be revenge for you. Farewell."

"Ah, young hero, spare my life! I'll give you gold and silver; Wan Jian Manor has plenty, all of it is yours." There was no reply; the flames burned rapidly. The yin energy in the air quickly dissipated.

The Ghost King's face was now contorted in a grotesque grimace; his previous peerless beauty was nowhere to be seen. Without his magical powers to alter his appearance, he now only had a face full of wrinkles, slanted eyes, and a crooked mouth.

A thought flashed through his mind, and with a thunderous strike, he sent the Ghost King flying. Then, with a release, flames raged uncontrollably. Soon, a foul, burnt smell filled the air. With a casual wave of his hand, a great wind arose, sweeping away countless affairs of the mortal world.

At this moment, dawn is breaking, and the sight of the scattered limbs is unbearable to look at.

Arriving before the final Ghost King guardian, they saw the skeletal remains cleaved in two. A quick search revealed a storage bag. A cursory glance revealed something extraordinary: it contained gold, silver, jewels, and spiritual herbs.

Do people carry their belongings with them these days? He thought to himself, 'That's true, this is a life-or-death deal. In this border region, the earth's veins are chaotic, allowing yin energy to emerge. Therefore, evil spirits and heretics all take advantage of this opportunity.'

Elsewhere, while not necessarily peaceful, the land's energy is stable, naturally attracting talented people and abundant resources. Things are getting better and better; demons and ghosts dare not easily cause trouble. If they do, they do so stealthily. Unlike here, where so many people have died, and yet no one has come to investigate.

I'm a little tired right now, not physically, but because the road ahead is long and we can't wait for anyone!

'Don't rush, don't rush!' he silently warned himself. Then, the Thunderfire Heart Technique ignited, instantly burning away all distracting thoughts.

There were too many killing spots; they would be dealt with slowly later. At this moment, a glance with divine sense revealed a basement. Following the route, one would find the place where the Ghost King had emerged. The house was currently on fire, the flames still burning, and smoke billowed everywhere, making it extremely choking.

They quickly reached the top of the basement. The gentleman's knife sliced ​​swiftly, as easily as cutting tofu. A large hole, three feet long and wide, was cut open, and a door appeared to be complete. They entered cautiously and gently.

The interior was entirely constructed of marble. It was relatively dry and simply furnished. At a glance, you could see three large, red-lacquered chests, each about three feet long, wide, and high. They were secured with brass locks. With a flick of a knife, they easily fell to the ground.

Then, the first box was carefully pried open with a knife. In an instant! Satisfyingly, the box was filled with gleaming silver.

Then he opened the second chest. It was full of gold, so shiny and golden, it was incredibly tempting. He immediately put it into his spatial ring.

"Knowing I was short of money, they specially brought it to me. Heaven has truly been kind to me!"

Looking at the third box, I'm really looking forward to it! I think to myself, 'Give me a wave of rare and precious treasures!'