By the time Lu Ming and Sang Wusheng reached the bottom of the valley, it was already very late.
Taking advantage of the moonlight, Lu Ming looked around the valley floor. The ground was very wet and covered with thick moss, which made a squeaky sound when he stepped on it. A stream flowed slowly through the valley floor, seemingly dividing it into two halves.
Lu Ming looked around and found no trace of Fu Shu and Xu Chouyan except for some dead branches. There was not even a trace of anything falling or bloodstains, as if no one had been here for years.
Before coming down, Lu Ming had already made the worst plan, but he never expected this to happen. He didn't know whether he could be glad that Fushu might not be dead.
Lu Ming retracted his gaze and said solemnly: "There seems to be something strange here."
Sang Wusheng nodded, unconsciously standing in front of Lu Ming, and said: "I think something happened to Fu Shu and Xu Chouyan when they fell off the cliff that we don't know about."
Lu Ming nodded, then took out a strangely shaped iron magic weapon from the storage ring, injected spiritual energy into it, and the magic weapon immediately emitted a bright blue luster, illuminating the surroundings. Lu Ming shook it gently in his hand, and the thing immediately made a crisp sound, like a string of wind chimes making pleasant sounds.
Sang Wusheng asked curiously: "What is this?"
Lu Ming said: "This is the soul-attracting flag. If there are wandering souls here, this soul-attracting flag will automatically attract the souls here. Let's try to see if it can attract Fu Shu and Xu Chou Yan."
Sang Wusheng's face changed, and he hesitated for a while before speaking: "Brother, if you use it indiscriminately like this, will you attract something that shouldn't be attracted..."
Lu Ming paused, looked at Sang Wusheng with a complicated expression, frowned, and said calmly: "It's unlikely..."
Sang Wusheng shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "I hope my words don't come true."
Just as he finished speaking, a cold wind suddenly blew from the west. Lu Ming froze, shivered involuntarily, and swallowed nervously.
He wouldn't really attract something weird, would he?
Sang Wusheng's expression was stern, and he hurriedly pulled Luming to his side, staring coldly at the front. The two held their breath and concentrated, not daring to move at all. After a long time, a strange laugh suddenly sounded, like an evil ghost from hell, which sounded extremely cold and terrifying. In addition, the cold and strange environment around them also seemed extremely creepy at this moment.
Lu Ming couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine, goose bumps all over his body, but he tightly grasped Sang Wusheng's clothes and pretended to be calm and said: "Xiao Mo, are we... seeing a ghost?"
Sang Wusheng had never seen Lu Ming like this before, and couldn't help but curl his lips slightly. He nodded in a serious manner and continued: "From the sound, it's probably still an evil ghost."
"Ah?" Lu Ming stared at Sang Wusheng blankly, his lips trembling. Suddenly, many scenes from horror movies emerged in his mind, as if they filled his brain in an instant. Countless terrifying scenes immediately emerged in his head, and the hands that were holding Sang Wusheng's clothes became tighter and tighter.
Sang Wusheng couldn't help but laugh. He held Lu Ming's cold hand helplessly and consoled him: "What's there to be afraid of? Even an evil ghost may not be able to defeat us."
Hearing this, Lu Ming immediately woke up from his fear. That's right! What's there to be afraid of ghosts? This world already has demon cultivators, monster cultivators, and ghost cultivators. Although monsters and demons are not everywhere, they are not uncommon. Why is he so afraid of ghosts!
He is a spiritual person now!
Thinking of this, Lu Ming's original fear was swept away, and his expression returned to calm. Thinking of the embarrassing appearance in front of his brother just now, his face turned red, and he quickly pulled back his hand, coughed dryly, and said coldly: "Who said I was afraid."
Sang Wusheng almost laughed out loud at Lu Ming's behavior. He never thought that his usually cold brother would be afraid of ghosts. He had never seen such a panicked look as if he was frightened. Sang Wusheng secretly regretted that he should have teased him more if he had known earlier.
"Boy, even if you have incredible abilities, you may not be able to defeat me!"
A cold voice suddenly came from the front, mixed with oppressive air pressure and cold wind, which startled Lu Ming and Sang Wusheng. They hurriedly used their spiritual energy to retreat several steps.
Lu Ming's eyes turned cold, and he gathered the spiritual energy in his palm and released it forward without hesitation. In an instant, a big pit was blown out there, and a faint pungent smell was emitted. With the cold wind, the two of them couldn't help but frown.
The voice sneered and said, "You kid, you're already fighting before you've even finished your sentence?"
Lu Ming smiled slightly and said, "If I hadn't used my spiritual energy to offset the senior's evil spirit, my brother and I would have died by now."
Upon hearing this, the other party immediately laughed strangely, sounding a little surprised: "You are a man with good aptitude, tell me your name."
Lu Ming avoided the question and said, "I don't know who you are, Senior. My brother and I had no intention of disturbing you. We came here just to find my sister's body and bury her properly. If we can find her, we will leave as soon as possible and dare not disturb you anymore."
The other party snorted coldly and said, "Two women did fall off the cliff a few days ago. If it is really your sister, I advise you not to look for her anymore."
Lu Ming was startled and asked hurriedly: "Senior, do you know where my sister is?"
The other party laughed and said, "I can tell you where the two women went, but you have to promise me one thing."
Lu Ming said: "Please explain clearly, Senior."
The other party sneered, and then said: "Just take me as your master."
Lu Ming almost choked on his saliva when he heard this. What kind of magical turn of events was this? Could it be that the legendary golden finger adventure skill that was essential for reaching x points was actually activated by him today?
Lu Ming calmed down and said calmly: "Since you accepted me as your disciple, there must be other things for me to take care of, right? It would be better to tell me all at once, and I will weigh it and give you an answer."
The voice suddenly became angry, and said loudly in dissatisfaction: "I am already respecting you by letting you become my disciple, but you are still whining like this and don't know when to advance or retreat!"
Lu Ming was unmoved and said, "Senior, please go ahead."
The voice was silent for a long while, then suddenly laughed and said, "Well, it doesn't hurt to tell you. If you take me as your master, I will teach you all the methods of refining weapons. I guarantee that you will make rapid progress. You will be able to make top-grade immortal weapons in less than 50 years, and you will be able to make elementary divine weapons in a hundred years. And you only need to kill one person for me."
Lu Ming was shocked. What was the origin of this ghost? How could he be so arrogant? Even if someone has superior talent, he may not be able to successfully refine a low-grade immortal weapon after spending hundreds of years, let alone a divine weapon? There are very few divine weapons circulating in the world. Looking at the entire cultivation world, only a few divine weapons have been known to people for tens of thousands of years. Except for the Kunlun Mirror on Kun-Lai Mountain that was sealed by several seals, the other divine weapons have disappeared and only live in legends.
The only person who could make a divine weapon, apart from the successive Immortal Emperors of the Immortal Realm and the Demon Lord who ruled the entire Demon Realm, was the weapon-making master Cang Zhi, who died young but was a genius!
Lu Ming's breathing tightened, and he said respectfully, "Would you please tell me your name, Senior?"
The voice suddenly became complacent and said proudly: "I am the legendary weapon refining master, Cang Zhi."
Lu Ming took a deep breath. He actually guessed it right! Isn't this Sang Wusheng's master? Why did he come to him? If I heard correctly, this master just said that he wanted to take him as his apprentice? !
Lu Ming patted his cheeks and sighed quietly, not knowing what to do for a moment. First he stole Sang Wusheng's spiritual spring, then he stole his master, and soon he might have to confront Hua Tui, "Sang Wusheng's favorite woman in the harem", and who knows what trouble will arise by then.
Also, he seemed to have already figured out who the person Master Cangzhi wanted him to kill was!
Lu Ming silently lit a candle for himself, hoping that Sang Wusheng would not boil him alive.
Sang Wusheng, who was standing aside and had transformed into the young boy Jing Mo, listened to the conversation between the two and his eyes suddenly became inexplicably dark.
He seemed to smell a familiar scent from the ghost, a unique scent that only belonged to the demon royal family.
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