"That's all?"
Seeing the confident look on the Yin general's face, Feng Bingwen frowned, dissatisfied, because it sounded weak.
"Are there any supernatural abilities like the Five Elements Escape Technique or Star Shifting Technique?"
"..."
Yin Jiang fell silent, feeling that the human cultivator in front of him was toying with him. Such a great supernatural power, let alone his master not having it, even if he did, with his meager cultivation, how could he master it?
"If you don't want to go, then so be it."
Yin Jiang stared at Feng Bingwen for a long time before turning his horse around and preparing to leave.
"Wait a minute, I didn't say I wasn't going. I just think the supernatural rewards your Ghost King prepared are too meager and unappealing!"
"Only those who can defeat my young king can receive the king's divine reward."
Yin responded in a dry, hoarse voice.
"If your young city lord is at the same level as me, then defeating him is very simple!"
Feng Bingwen spoke calmly, confident that he was destined to become an immortal. As a successor cultivated by a ghost king, it would be absurd if he couldn't win a battle against someone of the same realm.
"Easy? Then come with me!"
"The reward you gave wasn't enough!"
"If you win, the king will open the treasury and you can choose whatever you want!"
"You're just a centurion, yet you dare make such a guarantee?"
"I am the Ghost King's personal guard, an elite member of the Ghost Army!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's questioning, a ghostly flame flickered in Yin Jiang's eyes. Frost spread beneath the skeletal horse, and a deathly silence descended. However, his armored hands gripped his weapon tightly, and he remained still, seemingly wary of something.
"Moreover, this time the young city lord has come out of seclusion and invited many like-minded people to test their supernatural powers. I only invited you because I saw that you are quick-witted and have great magical power. If you are unwilling to go because of your sharp tongue, then let's just leave it at that!"
"In that case, let's go!"
With everything arranged, Feng Bingwen had no more worries. He was somewhat surprised by the ghost general's invitation, but after resolving his doubts, he naturally wanted to get through this ordeal.
Since he entered that blessed land of immortals and obtained the opportunity of the immortal gourd, he has never seen a cultivator of equal level to himself. All he has seen and encountered are spirits and ghosts from the City God Mountain.
Although he had heard that there were also proud sons among the aristocratic families, he had never met one. Now that the young master of the Ghost Kingdom had invited people from all directions to fight, he had stumbled upon this opportunity and naturally had to go and see what was going on.
"Then keep up and don't fall behind. If you get lost on the way, try to call your elders to come and rescue you!"
At this moment, the Ghost General had already decided in his heart that Feng Bingwen was a chosen one from a great clan. Otherwise, how could an ordinary cultivator talk to him so calmly in this situation and say that he could suppress the young master of the Ghost Kingdom? Such arrogance!
"Just lead the way!"
Feng Bingwen looked up and saw that the blood moon hung high in the sky. The quiet courtyard that had been filled with the sounds of dancing and singing had long since disappeared, and the bustling atmosphere had vanished as well.
However, he could still feel the pulse of the earth's veins, which was why he was able to remain so calm and composed; otherwise, he would have fled the moment the anomaly occurred.
A wise person avoids standing under a dangerous wall. No matter how much you want to join in the fun and learn something new, the premise is that you can ensure your own safety.
Herod~
Yin Jiang no longer responded to Feng Bingwen. He turned his horse around, and behind him, Yin soldiers carried Li Shaohong, who had been cut into pieces and strung together with iron chains, and was constantly wailing. They moved forward in the gray fog, and Feng Bingwen followed closely behind.
A thin mist hung heavy and swirled endlessly, through which one could vaguely see a range of mountains, towering majestically, vast and chilling, creating an oppressive atmosphere. Feng Bingwen, oblivious to this, followed closely behind the ghostly soldiers ahead, always maintaining a certain distance.
Within his dantian, the Fangzun Immortal Cauldron rotated slightly, and wisps of Xuanhuang Qi fell down, connecting with the boundless earth veins, allowing Feng Bingwen to wield the power of a mountain god and land deity at any time.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The thunderous sound of war drums never ceased since the blood moon rose, accompanied by melodious bugle calls, the scraping of armor plates, the pounding of warhorses, and the clash of weapons, all very close at hand.
It was as if there was a legion of soldiers practicing martial arts ahead, but Feng Bingwen followed behind this ghostly army and walked through the thin mist for a long time, yet he still could not see the ghostly army practicing, as if it were an illusion.
"Traveling by using the earth's veins!"
Feng Bingwen looked thoughtfully at his feet. Because he could sense the earth's veins at any time with the help of the Mountain-Moving Cauldron, he could feel that the earth's veins were sometimes very gentle, but sometimes they would change in an instant.
Therefore, although this Yin army appeared to be advancing, it was actually constantly traversing through mountains and valleys. Although it seemed to be unchanged, it was likely that they had already left Yunze Prefecture and were heading towards the location of Qingmang Mountain, which was more than a thousand miles away.
"You can do that?!"
The use of this earth vein power gave Feng Bingwen a sudden sense of enlightenment. He carefully sensed and pondered how to use the earth vein to teleport thousands of miles in an instant.
However, just as Feng Bingwen had figured out a few of the wonders, he saw the hazy, drifting fog that had obscured the surrounding scenery dissipate, revealing a dark and gloomy world.
A blood moon hung high in the sky, and under its crimson light, Feng Bingwen saw a sprawling camp stretching for an unknown distance, shrouded in malevolent energy and filled with eerie gloom.
Among them, the Yin soldiers, clad in black armor and wielding iron halberds, marched under the command of Yin generals. Deep within the military camp, there were several auras that made Feng Bingwen extremely wary.
"Living people, this is the land of wandering ghosts!"
The Yin general leading the way turned back to look at Feng Bingwen. His aura blended seamlessly with the eerie and malevolent energy emanating from the massive camp, instantly transforming the seemingly harmless Yin general into someone dangerous in Feng Bingwen's perception.
"Is this the Ghost Kingdom?"
Feng Bingwen looked around. In the distance, on the training ground, there was a dark mass of people. It was an army gathering. What kind of ghost country was this? It was a military camp.
"This is the base of the Netherworld Army. You were able to get here only with the help of the Ghost Kingdom's powerful artifacts. Outsiders have other ways to enter the Ghost Kingdom. Come with me and I will lead you to see the young city lord!"
Just as Feng Bingwen was about to agree, the blood moon in the sky suddenly darkened, and a pillar of yin energy fell from the sky, spreading a chilling aura. Feng Bingwen, who had been able to remain calm, immediately changed his expression.
Amidst the surging yin energy, the roars of dragons echoed, and a hornless dragon with a winding body emerged, its scales as cold as if forged from iron. And amidst the swirling of this dragon, a graceful figure appeared.
Feng Bingwen's eyes darted around, and he quickly saw the figure clearly, feeling amazed.
This ghost king possessed bright eyes and white teeth, a rosy complexion, and a high-coiffed hairstyle topped with a white bone crown. He wore a black robe adorned with nine blood-red dragons that danced ceaselessly across his garments with every movement. This added a touch of bloodthirsty majesty to his naturally alluring charm.
"Greetings, Your Majesty the Ghost King!"
The moment this figure appeared, the menacing and fierce Yin soldiers and generals fell like wheat fields blown by the autumn wind, all paying homage to this seemingly charming and graceful figure.
Yin Chi Ghost King!
Feng Bingwen's face was solemn as he felt the oppressive force that seemed almost tangible. He was surprised but also somewhat cautious. This Ghost King was much stronger than he had imagined. His lofty and profound aura reminded him of the Xuan Ting Dragon King.
Although it may be offensive to say this, Xuan Ting Dragon King, who had only recently transformed into a dragon, was indeed the weakest immortal-level figure he had ever seen. As for his master, Zhao Junxian, he was only close to an immortal.
While it's true that this Ghost King is powerful, what surprised Feng Bingwen the most was that this Ghost King wasn't actually a ghost.
Yes, in Feng Bingwen's perception, this Ghost King was a living person with blood and energy. Although the other party had concealed his life force very well, Feng Bingwen could still sense it.
The fact that the Ghost King, who rules over a ghost kingdom and commands the worship of thousands of ghost soldiers, is actually a living being, possessing the title of Ghost King in a living human body, is truly outrageous.
"Who are you, junior? How dare you be so rude? Just because you've cultivated the power to break through illusions, do you think you can look around wherever you want?"
A rebuking voice rang out, and Feng Bingwen's eyes suddenly stung. When he looked again, he saw only eerie, ghostly energy, and the graceful figure of the Ghost King was nowhere to be seen.
All he saw was a serpentine dragon coiled around his body, its mouth emitting a ghostly light, its scales cold and menacing, as if forged from black iron. As he looked over, a powerful dragon's might pressed down upon him.
Feng Bingwen's expression remained unchanged. A purple aura rose from his body, accompanied by a clear and melodious dragon's roar. A graceful yet majestic purple dragon appeared and surrounded him as well.
"Xi Muqing's aura? What's your relationship with that purple dragon? Could you be his illegitimate son, who even gave you his primordial energy to practice his techniques?"
The Yin Chi Ghost King's gaze fell on the Water Spirit, whose aura could rival her Yin Chi, and she was slightly surprised.
"My name is Feng Bingwen, and I am not a descendant of the Xuan Ting Dragon Prince!"
Feng Bingwen gave his name, but he didn't know if the Ghost King had heard of him before.
"Feng Bingwen? Who is that reincarnated sage? You actually came to my place, you are truly a rare guest!"
Unlike Mr. Liu from Luming Academy, this Ghost King recognized Feng Bingwen as soon as he announced his name.
"Your Majesty, it was I who invited him here!"
Before Feng Bingwen could answer, the Yin general who was leading the way quickly replied that he did not know Feng Bingwen, but he could tell that the king valued this guest very much.
"You invited them? Well done!"
The Yin Chi Ghost King casually offered a compliment, his gaze remaining fixed on Feng Bingwen, scrutinizing this reincarnated sage from head to toe.
Feng Bingwen immediately sensed the pair of alluring eyes within the gray mist. For a moment, he felt as if his entire body had been seen through, but the next instant, the Xuanhuang Cauldron in his dantian trembled slightly, and the feeling of being spied on vanished completely.
"A celestial artifact protecting the body? It seems the rumors were true!"
The Ghost King immediately sensed the shockwave, recognized its identity, nodded, and then began to introduce himself.
"I am Zhan Tai Yu Yin, the Lord of the White Bone Palace in the Netherworld Path!"
"The Netherworld Palace?"
Feng Bingwen was taken aback. Wasn't he the Ghost King? How did he become the Lord of the White Bone Palace? But he quickly realized what was going on.
This person is indeed the Ghost King who established the Ghost Kingdom in Qingmang Mountain, and is also the Lord of the Netherworld. The two identities do not conflict, or rather, the former identity is more important.
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