Chi Tu rushed over immediately upon receiving the news. Not long ago, he had boasted to Wang Hao, but now he had been assassinated. It was a slap in the face for him.

However, when Chitu saw the situation in the room, he grinned in disbelief. He hadn't expected Wang Hao to be so ruthless; the female assassin's face had been beaten to a pulp.

For safety reasons, Wang Hao had Shi Mengqi take the sword embryo and the Boundless Divine Sword and hide inside the house in advance. After all, if Chi Tu saw this, he wouldn't be able to keep the matter of Kunlun Mountain a secret.

"They've already fought like this, why don't you just give them a quick death?" Akatsuchi said helplessly.

Wang Hao shook his head and said, "No, I can't stand living here with blood all over the walls."

Chi Tu scratched his head and said, "Alright, I'll interrogate him myself and then deal with him."

With a wave of his hand, several people came in and carried the three assassins out. They also cleaned the room and removed the bloodstains from the floor. They were very professional.

"By the way, has the animal skin book we got in Mount Tai been deciphered yet? Also, I was quite frightened when I was used as bait last time. Is there any compensation for my mental distress?"

Wang Hao felt somewhat displeased when Shennongjia was mentioned, so he demanded compensation.

Chi Tu couldn't argue, so he agreed to send him some money the next day so he could spend it and improve his quality of life.

"By the way, I want a cauldron. Could you help me get one?" Wang Hao asked tentatively.

Chi Tu was surprised and asked, "A ding? The kind of ancient ding with three legs and two handles? What do you need it for?"

"I heard that you can use a cauldron to refine medicine. I searched for some information online, so I wanted to try getting some Chinese medicine. If I don't have any, then forget it." Wang Hao pretended to be indifferent.

He couldn't very well say that he wanted to refine pills; if he did, Chi Tu would probably just take him away.

Chi Tu didn't think much of it, made a phone call to inquire, and then said, "There's an auction in the underground black market in the CBD the day after tomorrow. I'll send you an electronic invitation tomorrow. I heard there's an antique going on. Go check it out."

Before long, the room fell silent again. Wang Hao and Shi Mengqi lost their will to cultivate, so they went out shopping to relieve their tense mood.

That evening, after dinner, the two went back to their rooms to rest. Wang Hao did not continue cultivating but instead had a good night's sleep.

Time passed quietly until late at night. A cold wind blew by, and Wang Hao suddenly opened his eyes, his body sprang up, and his spiritual energy circulated rapidly within him.

He stood silently, looking around, and realized that he was no longer in his original room. It was pitch black here, but he could still see himself clearly.

"What's going on? Is this a consciousness space?" Wang Hao muttered to himself. Although his voice was very soft, his words still echoed around him.

But at that moment, Wang Hao was surprised to find that this dark space was full of spiritual energy of extremely high quality, and he involuntarily began to circulate the Innate Primordial Dao Scripture.

However, not long after, he suddenly felt another cold wind coming from behind him, and his hair stood on end. He turned around abruptly, and the moment he turned back, his pupils contracted sharply, and he involuntarily stepped back.

Because, right in front of his eyes, a pair of bright red embroidered shoes appeared, suspended in mid-air, level with his eyebrows and eyes. Clearly, these were a woman's shoes.

Suddenly, Wang Hao saw bright red blood dripping from the shoe, which was quite gruesome and almost soaked him. He quickly took a few steps back.

But at that moment, a blinding bolt of lightning fell from the sky, like the Milky Way cascading down from the heavens, illuminating this world.

In an instant, Wang Hao saw a pair of snow-white jade feet above the embroidered shoes, followed by straight, fair legs. Before he could look further up, a snow-white long dress fell down, covering her body.

"How dare you be so presumptuous, you mere ghost?" Wang Hao was not afraid at all. He clenched his right fist, which emitted a faint white light, and threw it out.

"Bang!"

The fist passed right through the long skirt, and Wang Hao, propelled by the force, was also thrown to the other side, without hitting anything.

"This is so strange." At this moment, Wang Hao was also a little scared. The surroundings were completely silent, without a sound. A pale white moon suddenly appeared in the sky.

The pale moonlight made the female ghost in white clothes and red shoes appear even more eerie. She hung straight in the void without any rope, her long hair hanging down, obscuring her face.

Wang Hao was less than half a zhang away from her. Through her long skirt, he could vaguely see her fair thighs, but he was too embarrassed to look up any further because he wasn't very interested in female ghosts.

The woman in mid-air remained motionless, suspended there, her white dress standing out starkly against the night sky. Though she was tall and slender, she looked beautiful.

However, with her long hair covering her face, she resembled a faceless female ghost, silent and eerie.

Wang Hao waited for a while and found that the female ghost was not moving. He frowned and pondered a way to break the spell. He was certain that someone had pulled his consciousness into another space.

But who has such great power to pull his consciousness into another space without anyone noticing? Only those who have reached the Nascent Soul Realm can do this.

Thinking of this, Wang Hao couldn't help but recall the female cultivator he had met in Shennongjia. He believed that she had been cursed and killed by the power of the curse.

"Interesting, a projection of a remnant soul, is that it?" Wang Hao muttered to himself. He had already seen through the female ghost's true nature, but he couldn't think of a way to leave this place. However, he wasn't in a hurry to leave.

Since there is spiritual energy here, he might as well start cultivating directly. With such abundant spiritual energy, it won't be long before he reaches the peak of the late stage of the Spiritual Awareness Realm.

Wang Hao remained calm because he knew that the female ghost could not interfere with him; she was merely a projection from an unknown place.

Instantly, a small vortex of spiritual energy appeared above Wang Hao's head. He wasn't going to be polite to this female ghost. Since she had pulled his consciousness in, he had to collect some interest.

The surrounding spiritual energy surged wildly towards this place, and before anyone knew it, the female ghost had quietly vanished.

Wang Hao focused on his cultivation and, without realizing it, began practicing a fist technique called Wind and Thunder. Each strike produced the howling of wind and the sound of thunder, because he knew...

One cannot enter the consciousness space on their own; one is either forcibly pulled in by the remnant soul of a powerful cultivator or enters by chance. But no matter how one enters, the flow of time here is many times slower than outside.

At this moment, Wang Hao's strength was steadily increasing. Standing in the clear and bright space, he felt that his cultivation had reached the edge of a breakthrough after an unknown period of time.

Suddenly, he sensed something was wrong. A cold, eerie breeze brushed against his neck. Only then did he realize that the woman who had been hanging in front of him had disappeared.

Wang Hao turned around, and sure enough, the woman's snow-white dress fluttered, her red shoes were dazzling, right behind him.