Qiu Zhang immediately deflated. All the disciples in the sect had made progress, but he, as the teacher, had not improved at all, which made him feel inexplicably guilty.
"How about I ask Fang Ming?" You You patted his shoulder and suggested, "You've already reached the Nascent Soul stage, the next step is ascension. Naturally, only those who have ascended truly understand the matter!" Besides, Qiu Zhang is an outstanding employee of the sect, and as the head of the family, she should help solve this problem. So she immediately took out her communication device.
You You originally thought that even if Fang Ming didn't know anything about ghost cultivators, he could at least help her find a ghost immortal to ask, but to your surprise, Fang Ming gave her an unexpected answer.
"What? There are no ghost immortals in the immortal realm!"
“Yes, Heavenly Maiden.” Fang Ming’s affirmative words came through the communication talisman. “I have been an ascendant for so many years and have never heard of any ghost immortals in the Immortal Realm.”
"Don't you have any other options?"
"This... really no. Ghost cultivators are very special. They are dead souls who should belong to the underworld. Dead souls fear lightning the most, and even the strongest ghost cultivators are no exception, so it is impossible for them to pass the tribulation of ascension!"
"..."
She truly hadn't expected such an outcome. In other words, no matter how long a ghost cultivator cultivates, they can never become an immortal. What then is the point of such cultivators' existence?
Upon hearing this result, Qiu Zhang's face paled slightly, but he quickly composed himself, forced a bitter smile, and sighed, "So be it! I was just a remnant soul destined to dissipate sooner or later. I'm only able to pass on the Qiu Zhang Technique thanks to the sect leader's guidance. That's enough for me. Whether I can become an immortal or not isn't so important..."
Youyou's heart sank. She suddenly felt a pang of guilt, as if she hadn't been able to pay her employees a single penny for decades of hard work. She tightened her grip on her side, thought for a moment, and then spoke hesitantly.
"Perhaps...we should ask someone else?"
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