On Jiang Li's side, his left hand controls the farming development of Chongshan League, and his right hand leads the battle for supremacy in the ghost realm of Fengdu City.

In the illusion of the underworld, he used two branches of the Nine Netherworld and the city lord's stele of Fengdu City to rapidly expand his own power.

However, as time went by, although he was low-key and steady, the areas where he mainly operated were places under his control, or areas that few monks set foot in.

However, the practice of sending out ghost soldiers and demons to collect ghosts on a large scale, and opening a ghost market to attract some independent cultivators to enter, could not be concealed.

The news of the reappearance of Fengdu Ghost City spread by word of mouth among the independent cultivators and soon it was no longer a secret.

And this time, if you want to enter Fengdu, you no longer need to set foot in the Ghost King's Wasteland.

Instead, a special portal called Ghost Gate connects the Eastern Region and the underworld.

Several months after Jiang Li took over Fengdu City, he finally attracted the attention of the Temple of the Gods.

It was another full moon night, two hundred miles west of Jinding City, one of the eight main cities in the Eastern Region.

Before it got dark, many businessmen, disciples from large and small forces, and the largest number of independent cultivators who wanted to try their luck were already waiting here.

The temptation that the underworld fantasy city of Fengdu brought to them even drove a large number of cultivators to take the risk of crossing the dangerous Ghost King Wasteland and enter to explore by chance.

Now, as long as you cross a portal, you can enter directly. The safety factor has increased by more than a hundred times, which attracts a large number of monks.

Although, in the earliest rumors about Fengdu City, the so-called heavenly-grade elixir was never obtained by anyone in the end.

No one has ever seen either the several medium-sized divine forces that attacked Fengdu City back then, or Jiang Li who has now taken control of Fengdu.

It's most likely just a rumor.

But this cannot dampen their enthusiasm.

After all, even if they could just pick two red spider lilies and dig up a few forget-me-nots in the fantasy world of the underworld, it would be enough to make their trip worthwhile.

It is also said that the current Fengdu City no longer requires thirty years of Yin life as an entrance fee as in the past, but instead considerately uses spirit stones, which everyone has, as the universal currency.

Such a humane change is very friendly to most monks.

Because these are special products of the ghost town of the underworld, they are very precious in the outside world of immortal cultivation. Just reselling them can bring several times the profit.

As long as they follow the rules, they can make a lot of money safely, so why not do it?

However, this time, when the moonlight shone on the gates of hell, the many forces and independent cultivators surrounding it remained restrained and did not take any action.

Because above them, a flying boat with a pale background and black words written all over it was quietly floating there.

This flying boat belongs to the top-notch divine force, Mohen Academy!

As one of the twelve most powerful forces in the Eastern Region's immortal cultivation world under the Three Divine Pillars, if they don't move, no one dares to move.

A moment later, a circle of bamboo slips more than one person tall flew out from the flying boat.

After the bamboo slips were opened in the air, twelve monks dressed as Confucian scholars in green robes stood proudly on the bamboo slips with their hands behind their backs.

Without touching an inch of ground, they stepped on the bamboo slips and magic weapons and flew into the gate of hell filled with gloomy aura.

After their figures disappeared, the other monks began to move.

Some monks were eager to rush to the gates of hell, as if they could gain great benefits by being one step ahead of others.

However, more intelligent and rational monks chose to slow down and follow those monks who had entered the underworld illusion.

Because the world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things.

Every new place is likely to be filled with various crises. Before you have the absolute power to conquer everything, intelligence is still very important.

Sure enough, at the front of the crowd, there was an obviously experienced cultivator who began to explain to the newcomers behind him.

"You cannot open storage magic weapons in the Netherworld Illusionary Realm. Everyone should take out the spiritual stones and magic weapons that need to be taken out in advance. Otherwise, it will be a wasted trip and you will have to wait until the next full moon night to come back."

"After you pass through the gates of hell, remember to hold your breath. The smell of red spider lily pollen in there is not something that everyone can stand."

"There is a road behind the gates of hell. We just need to follow the lanterns and keep walking. Don't walk around randomly, don't ask random questions, and definitely don't fight with anyone."

"There are absolute rules in there. Believe me, you don't want to see the Ghost King come with millions of ghost soldiers to catch you."

Most of the cultivators around have never seen the Ghost King, and it is difficult for them to imagine how many ghost soldiers there would be in a million.

But that was definitely a force they could not handle.

"Follow that road and once we reach the ghost market in front of the city gate, the red spider lily pollen will no longer affect us."

"There are a lot of good things in there. As long as you have spirit stones, you can buy anything in there."

"If the newcomers don't have enough spirit stones, don't panic. I can take you to a place where I guarantee you will make a lot of money."

The old-timer cultivator's seemingly well-intentioned explanation also provided a lot of key information.

Many young people nearby who had no idea about the underworld illusion and just wanted to try their luck suddenly realized it.

But from an angle that they couldn't see, this kind-hearted senior actually showed a malicious smile.

Soon, some people began to enter the gates of hell.

After passing through the gate, you will stand on the narrow path illuminated by lanterns.

Thousands of monks lined up in a long queue, holding their breath, and walked quietly towards Fengdu Ghost City.

For cultivators who practice Qi all year round, even those at the lowest level of Qi training and foundation building stages can easily hold their breath for an hour or so.

Even if someone accidentally inhales the pollen of the red spider lily, there will be no danger to life.

Bewitched by the pollen and fragrance of flowers, they will only walk towards Fengdu City spontaneously, and will automatically wake up after a while.

The only problem is that after losing consciousness, their "companions" around them will often take away everything they have.

Everything is just as that senior said. Now, the underworld illusion is unexpectedly safe.

Following the lanterns, they soon saw the endless ghost markets and the magnificent ghost town.

Some people are attracted by the ghost market with stalls set up near the city gate.

Some people, after paying the entrance fee, enter to look for more opportunities.

At the gate of the ghost town, there are many monks who are as enthusiastic as scalpers, and they have their eyes on those newcomers and juniors who are inexperienced in the world or have little money.

They called each other brothers and took these young people to the same place.

“This ghost town has become much bigger than it was back then.”

The group of people from Mohen Academy were still looking at everything with a haughty attitude. They were obviously not coming here for this ghost market.

The things in this ghost town were just new to them, but that was all.

They came here on behalf of the Temple of the Gods, to investigate the degree of danger of the Fengdu Ghost City and assess whether it needed to be destroyed.

You know, after the victory of the war on the front line, the Eastern Region’s immortal cultivation world also suffered heavy losses.

But half of the power of the original Temple of the Gods was dragged into the quagmire of war for many years.

Originally, the many dangerous areas that had been left unattended due to lack of manpower, the now freed up Temple of the Gods was planning to gradually bring them under its safe rule.

The Fengdu Ghost Town, which recently reappeared in our field of vision, is naturally among them.

It is speculated that this ghost town has powers exceeding those of the average mid-level deity.

In ancient times, if one wanted to deal with them, only the twelve superior gods could do it. Fengdu City was just assigned to Mohen Academy.

"There are more than ten ghost kings, and there are also many big monsters. When will the ghosts and monsters unite?"

One of the Confucian scholars took out an inkstone that had been prepared long ago, dripped two drops of ink into it, and by watching the two drops of ink gather and disperse, he had actually figured out a rough idea of ​​the power of the surface of Fengdu City.

"That's all, let's go into the city."

They still stepped on the bamboo slips and floated into the city gate arrogantly.

Seeing the ghost soldiers collecting entrance fees, a young scholar in green casually threw out a few high-quality spirit stones and called a few guides to lead the way for them.

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There is also the Dream Death Pavilion, where one can burn forget-me-not incense to forget worries, and then have a beautiful dream woven by the magic of a fox demon, which makes people unable to stop.

Here you can improve your cultivation and extend your life. They sell ghost babies and monster eggs, and can almost meet "all" your needs.

In just a few months, many independent cultivators could no longer leave this place and chose to buy properties in the ghost town and live here permanently.

And among them, there is a gambling house, which is very popular among the monks.

The rules of the game here are obviously not much different from those of the gambling houses in other cities in the world of immortal cultivation, but they are several times more popular.

There are even many modifications. I have been waiting for a month just for it.

Among them, you can also see the "kind senior" who introduced Fengdu to other newcomers.

Many independent cultivators who don't have many spirit stones on them and are short of money are always pulled over by them to take a chance.

It’s not scary to lose for the first time here, but it’s scary after winning once.

In this gambling house, in addition to spirit stones, there is also a kind of magical coin, which is the most popular currency on the table.

This coin comes from a special gold exchange service provided by this casino.

At the entrance of the gambling house, there is a broken bowl. As long as you knock on the bowl with a wooden stick, more coins will appear in the bowl.

Each coin represents ten years of their lifespan, or ten years of cultivation! The gambling house is such a place where people can easily get lost. The ups and downs of spiritual stones and wealth alone can make people fall deeper and deeper, until they gamble their souls.

What's more, lifespan and cultivation level increase rapidly.

As long as they win once and use the magical effect of that coin, they will be completely defeated.

Most of the casual cultivators who come here, after experiencing the feeling of becoming powerful quickly and increasing their cultivation by ten years in minutes, will no longer be able to endure their slow and hard training.

In the end, he was willing to risk his entire cultivation and lifespan here.

"This sinister ghost weapon should have originally been a ground-level item."

"It's a pity that it is now broken and can no longer be effective against cultivators above Earth Immortal level."

"The cultivation and lifespan accumulated by this tricky method are nothing but vain castles in the air. It is of no benefit to us."

The twelve high-ranking messengers of the gods had sharp eyes and could see through the true face of this broken bowl at a glance.

But they also didn't mean to warn the gamblers.

The chosen ones of Mohen Academy simply looked down upon the monks who were indulged in gambling.

If you say one more word to them, you will dirty your mouth.

After looking at him with contempt, he continued walking towards the city.

And in front of them, there was an elegant girl in black, already waiting for them.

"Welcome everyone to visit Fengdu Ghost City. I am the acting city lord of the ghost city. May I ask why you are here?"

Beside her, two ghost kings stood on either side, and they did not lose their momentum.

"Acting city lord? Where is your city lord?"

These twelve people actually calmly raised the floating height of the bamboo slips so that they could look down.

But at this time, the oldest Confucian scholar among them fixed his eyes and stared at Qin Shuman who was standing in the middle.

"Huh? This is a female ghost!"

He took off a brush stuck in his hair, carefully plucked a hair from it and placed it in the palm of his hand.

The hair suddenly moved without wind and floated towards Qin Shuman who was standing not far ahead.

"It's really true!"

"What is your name? When did you die? What are your parents' names? Where did you live? Is this body your own?"

"This kind of blood aura cannot be wrong!"

The old scholar seemed a little excited. He no longer cared about whether his feet were sticky with mud or not. He fell to the ground, raised his pen and wrote the word "摄" (photo) in the air.

Immediately, a huge suction force was generated out of nowhere, pulling the unsuspecting Qin Shuman towards him.

Although the other monks from the Mohen Academy did not understand what the old man meant, they did not ask any further questions. They just caught it as it was just a ghost.

Can what scholars do be called "disrespectful to the elderly"?

Seeing that the two ghost kings beside Qin Shuman still wanted to take action, two more ink characters flew out, one for "suppress" and the other for "suppress".

The two ink characters pressed down on the Ghost King like two mountains, causing their speed to drop suddenly.

There was no time to rescue Qin Shuman, and he could only watch her fly towards the old man.

Mo Hen Academy cultivates the magical power of writing. One can write fire and fire will appear; write water and water will appear; one can also connect words into sentences and arrange them into chapters. It can be said that the words come out according to the method, and the writing has endless magical uses.

At the first encounter, Qin Shuman and the two ghost kings suffered a great loss.

The old scholar also took out a life-size painting scroll and wrote the word "收" on it, intending to include the approaching female ghost into the painting.

"It is said that there is beauty in books, but it turns out that this beauty is taken from many people by force."

"I have witnessed the tyranny of Mohen Academy!"

A flash of black light flashed across the sky, and the ink words in the air and on the scroll collapsed at the touch of a finger. The powerful suction force naturally disappeared.

The masked figure embraced Qin Shuman in his arms.

I can’t write more today – I’ll try tomorrow

(End of this chapter)