"yes!"
At the Ghost King's command, elegant maids with flowing sleeves and sashes appeared on both sides of him. They were all beautiful, with varying body types and stunning figures. Unfortunately, they were all ghosts.
"Give me the results in three days at most, no, only one day, or even half a day!"
At this moment, the tone of the Yin Chi Ghost King Zhan Taiyou changed again, because under her gaze, her nephew, whom she had carefully trained, was knocked to the ground after only nine strikes in close combat. He could not get up again, his bones were broken and his limbs were twisted, which was extremely miserable.
However, this tragic state did not elicit any pity from the Ghost Queen, for at this moment, her nephew was no longer in her sight. Her eyes were now filled only with the image of Feng Bingwen.
She is from the Netherworld Path, the master of White Bone Mountain, and cultivates the Ghost Path in human form. If she had not been injured in battle and needed to recuperate, she would not have appeared in Donghua Continent, where the Human Path completely dominates and the Divine Path flourishes.
Donghua Continent had been at peace for a long time, which was indeed a good place to recuperate, but it was just too boring. So, she applied to her clan, and the clan then gave her the task of training the next generation.
The Third Rank of Ghostly Phenomena: A Hundred Ghosts Parade at Night
This was the result of her training; she was ready to report back to her family and receive the corresponding rewards. Such talent was enough to qualify her for a place in the Netherworld Path, and she had a very good chance of competing for a seat as a true disciple.
However, the nephew, whom he had carefully nurtured for ten years, performed utterly poorly after encountering this sage who had been reincarnated in Donghua Continent, with nothing to commend him for.
Although she knew that her nephew had done his best, even resorting to desperate measures that would deplete his vital energy, he had suffered a humiliating defeat and could find no reason to console him.
So much so that his past outstanding performance became a stepping stone, only highlighting how terrifying this reincarnated sage was. At the same level, he defeated the strange phenomenon with only thunder magic, and in a simple close combat, he crippled her nephew with just nine strikes. What kind of talent is this?
A complete and utter crushing defeat!
The wide square was calm and still, without any trace of battle. Only the lightning still clinging to the stone bricks on the ground proved that someone had just used lightning magic here.
"Do you accept it?"
Feng Bingwen held his halberd in one hand, looking down at Zhan Tai Siyu, who was vomiting blood from his mouth and nose and whose limbs were twisted. His battle body had also been broken by him and he had returned to human form, but he looked even more miserable.
I admit defeat!
This was the first major defeat Zhan Tai Si Yu had suffered since he began cultivating. His expression changed, but recalling the battle just now, he could only grit his teeth and reluctantly admit it.
His battle body was forged by drawing upon the aura of the Yin Chi, something he had always been proud of. In battles between cultivators of the same realm, he had always been able to overwhelmingly defeat the Yin soldiers and ghost generals of this ghost kingdom. But now, he was being crushed.
"Um!"
Upon hearing the reply, Feng Bingwen nodded in satisfaction. He thought he had finally crushed the guy's arrogance, and he wouldn't be able to be so haughty anymore. So, he sheathed his halberd and turned to walk towards the towering, mountain-like Juque behind him.
"Wait a moment!"
Feng Bingwen had only taken a couple of steps when he heard a voice behind him. He stopped and turned his head slightly.
"What's up?"
"I only have one question: how much magic power do you have left?"
When Zhan Taisiyu's voice rang out, he staggered to his feet, his hopeful gaze fixed on Feng Bingwen, yearning for an answer that could offer him some comfort.
Feng Bingwen turned around and strode forward. He did not respond, but instead raised his right hand, pointing his index finger to the sky.
Rumble—
With a thunderous roar, blinding lightning streaked across the dark sky, illuminating this ghostly land. A dark cloud appeared, and then, in an extremely short time, it swept across the entire Ghost King's Palace. Within the cloud, lightning flashed and thunder roared, causing many ghosts to feel terrified and panicked. The ominous blood moon was nowhere to be seen.
"..."
With a sense of resentment, Zhan Tai Siyu stared blankly at Feng Bingwen's answer, a strange expression on his face that seemed to be neither crying nor laughing.
"Hahaha, so you've been holding back all along!"
Feeling the immense, hidden power of thunder in the dark clouds above, and the surging water vapor about to fall, Zhan Tai Siyu went mad.
The dragon, like a dragon spreading clouds and rain, manipulates the clouds from all directions. But this is the Unsettled Ghost Kingdom, where the eternal night sky remains unchanged for millennia. In other words, the dark cloud overhead that shrouds the entire ghost city is entirely the work of magic.
"I'm such a useless person!"
Amid the young man's self-deprecating laughter, lightning ripped through the sky, and torrential rain poured down, instantly soaking him to the bone and making him look even more disheveled. But he didn't care at all, laughing and crying in the rain.
At this moment, Feng Bingwen was naturally unaware of how badly he had attacked Zhantai Siyu. He had already stepped into the Ghost King's Palace, where noisy whispers came from all directions. In the dim light, countless eyes were fixed on him, and the malice within them surged forth like a mountain and a sea.
Feng Bingwen remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged, and continued to stride forward without hesitation. Just as his brows were about to furrow, two palace lanterns appeared before him, and two ghostly maids with submissive expressions floated in.
"Young master, please come with me!"
The ghostly maid spoke in a very gentle tone, and every move she made was pleasing to the eye. She was in no way inferior to a noble lady who had been raised in seclusion since childhood.
Soon, guided by the two ghosts, Feng Bingwen saw the Yin Chi Ghost King sitting on the throne of ten thousand ghosts, with a majestic demeanor and an aura of majesty that made people dare not look directly at him.
However, Feng Bingwen was naturally not intimidated by the Ghost King's oppressive aura. Upon seeing the Ghost King, he asked in a friendly tone,
"How about it? I think I've done what you asked for. Your nephew shouldn't be so arrogant anymore!"
“You did very well, or rather, you did too well. I no longer need to worry about his arrogance, but rather whether his Dao heart will be shattered and his will will be weakened as a result!”
Zhan Taiyou's face was solemn. She had just managed to shift her gaze from Feng Bingwen to her nephew. Unfortunately, this junior, who was exceptionally talented in every way, seemed so insignificant compared to this reincarnated sage, like a firefly compared to the bright moon.
"This shows that he is not good enough and still needs to be improved."
Feng Bingwen was naturally unhappy with the Ghost King's words, as they sounded like he was trying to renege on his debt.
He did exactly as requested, completely wearing down the other party's nephew's arrogance, and he also held back at her request; the heavy rain falling outside was proof of that.
“You’re right. If he falls into depravity because of this, it means he’s just a good-for-nothing with talent, and not worth nurturing.”
"..."
Feng Bingwen's lips moved, but he didn't say those words.
Are you going to my study now?
"go!"
"Ni Chang! Take Fellow Daoist Feng to my study and remove all the magical restrictions there. He may read any of the books there without any obstruction."
Zhan Taiyou summoned a ghostly maid and then gave the order.
"yes."
The maid bowed and accepted the order, then her deep, captivating black eyes examined Feng Bingwen's face.
"Young Master!"
"Um!"
Feng Bingwen followed, and led by the ghostly maid, he walked among the palaces and pavilions, and soon entered a palace room with bookshelves standing like a forest.
The bookshelves were filled with rows of ancient scrolls, animal hides, and jade slips, too numerous to count at once.
"so much?"
Upon seeing the vast sea of books and scrolls, Feng Bingwen was slightly startled, then his face lit up with joy. Ignoring the beautiful ghost maid who was leading the way, he stepped forward, picked up a piece of animal skin scroll, and began to read it.
However, upon taking a look, he frowned, because what was recorded on it was a pill formula called the Aperture-Opening Pill, which could slightly improve one's aptitude.
For cultivators who want to pass down their knowledge and establish their own sect, this pill formula is priceless, but for Feng Bingwen, it's not even worth mentioning.
After memorizing the contents, he quickly put it down and turned to a nearby scroll, which contained a superior method for opening meridians, but it was equally useless to Feng Bingwen.
Siluke
At this moment, Feng Bingwen could no longer hold back. He released his divine sense and scanned the room. He then discovered that although there were indeed many scrolls and books in the palace, less than one or two out of ten were truly useful for his cultivation. The vast majority of them were "miscellaneous books" on alchemy, weapon crafting, array formation, or even corpse refining and ghost exorcism.
Of course, there are indeed some extremely valuable scrolls and classics, some of which even contain complete supernatural powers, but their grade is not very high and their potential is not great, so they can only be used as a reference for Feng Bingwen.
But that was enough. Just as Feng Bingwen was engrossed in his studies, the ghost maidservant who had been sent by the Ghost King to gather information quietly returned.
"So, this reincarnated sage has not yet joined any sect?"
In the Ghost King's Palace, on the throne torn apart by countless ghosts, Zhan Taiyou listened to the maid's report, and her deep, beautiful eyes suddenly lit up. A mysterious light swept across the palace, causing the ghostly maids serving around her to tremble involuntarily.
"Yes, according to the information I have gathered, Young Master Feng is currently without a sect or faction!"
"so."
A strange light flashed in Zhan Taiyou's eyes.
A reincarnated sage who has not yet awakened her innate wisdom and has not yet joined any major sect. She might not have known before, but now that she does, she feels she should do something instead of cultivating.
If God bestows a gift and you do not give it, you will suffer the consequences!
They've practically delivered themselves to our doorstep. If we don't take advantage of their youth and ignorance, use every trick in the book to bring them back to our sect, what kind of White Bone Mountain Master am I?
Having made up his mind, the Ghost King looked up and summoned a magic mirror. A faint light shone on the smooth surface of the mirror, reflecting a majestic palace hanging high in the sky. Around the palace, the sea of clouds surged, and the Netherworld Kun could be seen soaring.
Then, the mirror zoomed in, passing through the gates of the Heavenly Palace, revealing a blurry yet imposing figure.
"What is it?"
"Dao Master, if I remember correctly, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are about to open, right? I need a spot!"
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