Suddenly, a chilling roar came from outside the passage, though it was very faint.
Lan Hua shrank back and whispered, "Was that emitted by the Ghost King?"
Yan Luo nodded slightly, "That's right, that's Ghost King Wu Yue!"
"The Dead Spirit Mountain spans five thousand kilometers in circumference, covering a vast area. It consists of nine large mountains, all occupied by Ghost Saints at the Yuanxiang Realm."
There are thirty-six medium-sized peaks, which are occupied by Ghost Kings at the Refining Spirit Realm.
As for the smaller hills, there were seventy-two of them, each populated by numerous Ghost Venerables with the strength of the Pill God Realm!
Lan Hua was somewhat surprised, "I didn't expect there to be so many powerful figures in the Dead Spirit Mountain. Even ghost cultivators with the strength of the Danxia Realm are not worth mentioning!"
Yan Luo nodded and said, "Mount Dead, Mount Dead, any soul can enter. Throughout history, countless wronged souls have come here!"
"Moreover, many cultivators above the Dan Shen realm, after their bodies are destroyed, have nowhere for their primordial spirits to go, and they also come to the Dead Spirit Mountain!"
"The primordial spirit body cannot cultivate. The only way is to transform into a ghost cultivator. Because of the primordial spirit as a foundation, becoming a ghost cultivator gives one a higher starting point and naturally results in greater strength!"
Lan Hua asked curiously, "According to you, there must be quite a few fallen experts above the Dan Shen realm in these nine mountains!"
Yan Luo nodded slightly, confirming Lan Hua's guess.
As the roars outside the cave faded into the distance, Lan Hua breathed a slight sigh of relief. Even someone as strong as Yan Luo had relaxed his guard.
"Don't worry, young friend, nothing will happen!"
Although Lan Hua had become friends with Yan Luo for a time, she still dared not let her guard down against him, after all, she had benefited from the Blood King Ginseng.
What if the old ghost goes back on his word? After all, even a ghost's oath can have loopholes.
The two, one human and one ghost, chatted idly for an entire night, during which Lan Hua learned quite a bit about Yan Luo's past.
Yan Luo was originally a Danxia Realm expert, but due to his limited talent, he had no hope of breaking through to the Dan Shen Realm, so he thought of becoming a ghost cultivator.
As the saying goes, there are countless paths to success, and there's always one that suits you.
After becoming a member of the Ghost Cultivator, Yan Luo struggled to survive in the merciless Dead Spirit Mountain, which led to his current modest achievements.
However, there are many powerful ghost cultivators in the Dead Spirit Mountain, so even if you become a Ghost Lord, you still have to be careful.
Lan Hua thought of something and asked, "Can ghost cultivators achieve the status of celestial beings?"
Yan Luo shook his head. "No, the Heavenly Realm is definitely not a place that ghost cultivators like us can enter!"
He then changed the subject, saying, "But having lived on Mount Death for so many years, I've heard a rumor that Mount Death is connected to the Underworld. I wonder if the Underworld really exists!"
"The Underworld? I've never even heard of it!"
Lan Hua only knew about the underworld, not that it was a place where souls resided, but it seemed that there was no such thing as the underworld in the Half-Heaven Realm.
The next morning, Lan Hua left the cave, and everything returned to calm.
Yan Luo stood at the cave entrance and said, "Young friend, you are welcome to come and visit me at the Dead Spirit Mountain anytime!"
Lan Hua rolled her eyes. "Who the hell would come looking for you?"
Who would go to a place like Mount Death, a haunted place, when they have nothing better to do? That's just asking for death.
"Don't worry, old ghost, I'll definitely pay you a visit in return!"
After saying that, Lan Hua was already above the Dead Spirit Mountain, flying towards the Xuan Yu Alliance.
Once outside the territory of the Dead Spirit Mountain, Lan Hua immediately felt a great sense of relief.
After spending a long time in the Dead Spirit Mountain, one's body will indeed accumulate some death energy, and even one's body will feel slightly cold.
However, Lan Hua didn't care. She could expel the death energy from her body with a little practice.
There are many extraordinary people in this world who can refine death energy into their own elemental power, but Lan Hua cannot do that.
When Lan Hua returned to the Xuan Yu Alliance, it was already evening.
As soon as they arrived at the gate of the Xuanyu Alliance, they saw Yao Feiyang standing at the entrance, looking anxious.
"Brother Yao, what's wrong? Are you waiting for someone?"
Yao Feiyang said with a wry smile, "Brother Lan left without saying a word, leaving me waiting for so long!"
Lan Hua clasped her hands in a fist and said, "I'm so sorry!"
Yao Feiyang said, "It's good that you came back in time. Another group of people in the hall were seriously injured, and the Great Rejuvenation Pills you refined are almost gone!"
Lan Hua frowned slightly. "Why is that?"
Yao Feiyang said, "Yesterday, another group of Xuanyu people were sent back from Mount Death Spirit, and there were quite a few of them!"
"What happened?" Lan Hua asked curiously.
"According to the Xuan Yu people who returned, the spirit on Dead Spirit Mountain was struggling in its death throes. Although it was eventually subdued by two powerful cultivators at the Refinement of the Divine Realm, one from Confucianism and the other from Taoism, it injured many people!"
"I see. I'll go refine a batch of Great Rejuvenation Pills right away!"
After saying that, Lan Hua went straight to the alchemy room and asked Tong Fei to prepare the medicinal materials for alchemy.
After the series of operations, Yao Feiyang was dumbfounded and could only wait to collect the pills early the next morning.
"Brother Lan, there's something I don't understand. Where have you been these past two days?"
Lan Hua laughed and said, "To be honest, I also went to the Dead Spirit Mountain to see if I could find any bargains!"
Yao Feiyang's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Brother Lan, aren't you afraid of being targeted by the powerful figures in the Dead Spirit Mountain, all alone?"
"It's alright, thankfully the trip was without danger. I also saw that spirit, it was a Zhurong bird!"
Yao Feiyang exclaimed in surprise: "You really saw it? Then the spirit of the Zhurong bird is the perfect candidate to be the artifact spirit!"
Lan Hua sighed, "What a pity. With such a powerful Confucian and Taoist master here, I would have left immediately."
While wandering through the Dead Mountain, I finally found another weak spirit; I'll take it as my artifact spirit!
Upon hearing Lan Hua's words, the sealed Zhu Rong bird was furious and called Lan Hua shameless.
"That's true. So many people from Xuanyu were injured in the Dead Spirit Mountain because they were hoping to pick up the scraps. But with such a powerful Confucian and Taoist expert around, picking up scraps is no easy task!"
"Brother Lan is so optimistic!"
night.
Lan Hua was alone in the alchemy room, her hands clasped in meditation.
His body's energy could change color from red to white to black, which was quite magical.
As the meditation continued, a wisp of deathly aura emanated from his body, making Lan Hua feel a warmth throughout her body.
Awakening from her meditation, Lan Hua lightly gestured in the air with her right hand, and a sound-isolating talisman appeared on the roof of the alchemy room, cutting off all sound from the room.
Immediately afterwards, Lan Hua summoned the Transformation Furnace and released the Zhu Rong Bird.
Although the Zhurong bird managed to escape, it was still bound by the Huayuan Furnace.
"You brat, you're shameless! You lie without even thinking it through!"
Lan Hua snorted, "Who am I lying to? Did I take your father in? No, I'm telling the truth!"
"Besides, your strength is far inferior to your father's. To be the spirit of my spirit bow is an insult to it!"
After speaking, Lan Hua summoned the Yue Que Bow.
The war bow was black and red, with a body of gold essence and a string made of dragon tendons; it looked extremely extraordinary.
The Zhurong bird snorted, "This bow is indeed excellent, but I am more than capable of being its spirit!"
Lan Hua chuckled inwardly, realizing that she had easily tricked the Zhu Rong bird into her trap with a simple provocation.
"Zhurong Bird, this bow is no ordinary item. It's a weapon that can grow in quality; it has the potential to be upgraded into a celestial bow someday!"
"A weapon that can grow?" Zhu Rong Bird was taken aback.
"That can only be done with the Heavenly Forging Technique. Is there anyone in this Half-Heaven Realm who is proficient in the Heavenly Forging Technique?"
Lan Hua asked curiously, "I only know about the weapon-forging techniques of the Myriad Weapons Sect in the Xuan Yu Realm. What is the Heavenly Forging Technique?"
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