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The Ghost King was unaware of what Wen Zheng had done. Sensing the ghostly aura emanating from the white jade bone, a ghost king from the previous generation, he trembled with excitement.
Finally, he was about to ascend to heaven.
Without hesitation, the Ghost King cut open his palm, and a drop of black liquid fell onto the white bones. It was absorbed instantly, and the white bones burst forth with a dazzling light.
Wen Zheng stretched out her sleeve to cover her face and thoughtfully covered Mu Xinxin's eyes.
Mu Xinxin lay on the ground, her injuries healing at an extremely rapid pace. The powder in her mouth transformed into rich ghost energy to replenish her body, and her cultivation level increased at an incredibly fast speed.
Mu Xinxin licked the white powder off her lips, as if she had taken a sip of tonic. Her eyes darkened, and she quietly reached out to take the pottery jar from Wen Zheng's hand.
Wen Zheng shielded her eyes from the light with one hand. When she saw Mu Xinxin reach out, she quickly handed her the pottery jar: "Eat quickly, and then kill him."
Mu Xinxin held the pottery jar, her eyes were completely dark, and a warm hand covered her eyes, just like when her mother lulled her to sleep when she was a child.
Having long forgotten her mother's face, Mu Xinxin ate the powder bite by bite, her cultivation level increasing at the same speed as her mood changing.
She wanted to ask Wen Zheng where she found the ghost bone, and also why Wen Zheng fed it to her without reservation.
Wen Zheng, who was good at investing, was unaware of her thoughts at that moment, and was only focused on the white bones in the Ghost King's hands.
She coated an ordinary white bone with some ghost bone powder; could it really have any effect?
Behind her, Mu Qing stood up in the bright light, her cultivation level soaring to the Integration Stage, her gaze icy as she stared at the Ghost King.
If things really get out of control, concealing his cultivation level will be of no use.
Under the Ghost King's crazed gaze, the skeleton began to absorb the ghostly energy from the Ghost King's body, and the black mist was peeled away and absorbed into the skeleton's body.
As a large amount of ghostly energy was lost, the Ghost King's body underwent changes. One of his healed eyes suddenly went blind, and the wounds on his body became visible again.
He seemed oblivious, continuing to channel ghostly energy into the bones. The jade-like bones turned black under the erosion of the ghostly energy, their jade-like texture now dazzlingly bright.
The Ghost King's gaze grew even more eager as he waited quietly for the ghost bones to bloom with the Netherworld Flower.
Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time, the ghost bone did not grow any ghost flowers. Instead, he was struck on the back.
Mu Xinxin consumed all the ghost bone powder, and compared to the Ghost King who had lost a large amount of ghost energy, her cultivation level was much higher.
Taking advantage of the Ghost King's distraction, she decisively struck out with her palm, severing the Ghost King's heart meridian.
The Ghost King turned back to look at his daughter in disbelief and said, "I am your father."
Mu Xinxin snorted coldly: "So what if I'm your father? You stopped being one the day you sent me to be sacrificed."
As soon as she finished speaking, the Ghost King fell to the ground, but he did not fall silent.
Watching the father and daughter fight each other, Wen Zheng walked to the Ghost King's side and said, "I told you, that's not a ghost bone, why don't you believe me?"
"You lied to me, didn't you?" The Ghost King coughed up blood, his eyes wide with rage.
Wen Zheng brought over a pottery jar and explained everything: "The previous Ghost King was afraid that you would use his ghost bones to cultivate, so he had them ground into powder long ago. Now your daughter has eaten them all."
The Ghost King's eyes widened, and after spitting out a mouthful of black blood, he breathed his last.
Wen Zheng took two steps back to avoid the blood flowing to her feet, and glanced at Mu Xinxin's face.
It's really immoral to make her father so angry in front of others.
After Mu Xinxin finished absorbing the remaining ghostly energy, she walked over and patted her on the shoulder: "Well done."
It would be so satisfying to see that old geezer die of anger in the end.
Wen Zheng waved her hand and said, "Actually, I wanted to explain."
Mu Xinxin nodded, indicating that she understood, and then asked, "How did you figure out that this jar of powder was made of ghost bones?"
If Wen Zheng hadn't told her, she wouldn't have guessed.
Wen Zheng's eyes darted around for a moment, then she quickly glanced at Mu Qing and whispered, "A feeling, a feeling."
Mu Xinxin didn't ask any further questions and turned around to find a way out.
Wen Zheng stood there guiltily, glancing at Mu Qing, who was squatting next to the Ghost King, gesturing with his sword on the Ghost King's body.
"what are you up to?"
Wen Zheng curiously leaned closer.
"Retrieve the divine box," Mu Qing found the right spot, thrust her sword in, and flicked the tip, causing the small box to fall to the ground.
The bright red box turned back to its snow-white color, revealing a harmless appearance that tempted people to depravity.
Mu Qing composed herself, looked away, and turned to look at Wen Zheng, who was staring at the magic box: "You want this box."
Wen Zheng covered her nose and took two steps back, then turned her head and said, "It stinks so much, who would want it?"
For some unknown reason, the stench emanating from the magic box was so strong that it made it impossible for people to open their eyes, and Wen Zheng almost vomited on Mu Qing's feet.
Mu Qing turned her face away in disgust and took out her storage bag to put away the divine box.
The nauseating smell disappeared, and Wen Zheng finally relaxed. Suddenly, she remembered that she hadn't returned the lotus lantern that Mu Qing had given her, so she quickly took it out of her storage bag and gave it to him.
Mu Qing lowered his eyes, his gaze meeting the divine sense hidden within the petals. He looked away and said calmly, "It's yours."
"Give me a lamp?" Wen Zheng asked, holding up the lotus lantern. Her disdainful expression made Mu Qing's face stiffen.
"This lotus lantern was cultivated from lotus seeds given to me by a master at Putuo Temple. Bathing in the light of the lotus lantern can nourish the soul."
After Mu Qing finished explaining, Wen Zheng's expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book. Her disdainful look vanished instantly, and she said with a beaming smile, "How could I possibly accept this?"
Before Mu Qing could speak, Wen Zheng immediately put the lotus lantern back into her storage bag. "Since Senior Brother has said so, wouldn't it be disrespectful of me not to accept it? I'll accept it."
Wen Zheng said all the right and wrong things, leaving Mu Qing breathless and her earlobes red with anger.
He could only comfort himself, thinking it was alright. Sending the lotus lantern was just to keep an eye on Wen Zheng and see what she and her master were doing.
The hidden door slowly opened, and Mu Xinxin called out to the group, "You can go now."
Wen Zheng and Mu Qing, who was helping Qi Sheng, stepped into the dark passage that led back to the surface.
Mu Xinxin was the last to leave. She looked at the Ghost King's corpse lying on the ground, her lowered eyes showing a moment of sadness before it vanished, and she turned and left.
Along the way, Wen Zheng's steps became lighter and lighter, and she became happier and happier.
I made a trip to the Ghost King's Palace, suffered some minor injuries, invested in a few promising stocks, and will soon be able to meet the corpse-stitching craftsman who repairs meridians. This trip was truly a huge success.
Mu Qing and Mu Xinxin watched her happy figure as she walked away, their faces full of doubt.
What is she so happy about?
Because she can finally get out? She wasn't this happy even when the Ghost King failed.
Suppressing their doubts, the two quickly followed Wen Zheng's steps, and the group finally left the Ghost King's Tomb.
The sky outside was still overcast, and the willows growing randomly by the roadside swayed in the wind as if waving to people. Mu Xinxin led the group back to the Ghost King's Palace.
The man in black robes sensed the Ghost King's defeat in the Ghost King's palace, and the divine box was getting closer and closer to him. An ominous premonition rose in his heart, and he hurriedly packed his things and ran away.
Wen Zheng looked around but didn't see a single ghost. Considering the ghosts' unique cultivation methods, she shut her curious mouth.
Mu Qing stopped in her tracks, picked up the mirror that had been left on the ground, and looked gloomy.
"I'm going to be the Ghost King. I might be very busy these few days. When I have some free time, I'll bring the Corpse Stitcher to see you." Mu Xinxin sat on the throne, looking smug and satisfied.
"Oh, okay," Wen Zheng replied, then turned to Mu Qing and asked, "Are you going back to the Immortal Chasing Sect first?"
Mu Qing put away the mirror and shook her head, saying, "The disciples of the Zhuxian Sect are seriously injured. We'll go back after they recover."
After they finished speaking, they went their separate ways to handle their own affairs.
Mu Xinxin was busy cleaning up the mess left by her father, while Mu Qing left with Wen Zheng and Qi Sheng.
The three walked a long way before they encountered the disciples of the Immortal Chasing Sect hidden within a concealed formation.
Lu Yun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wen Zheng return safely: "You're finally back alive. I was so worried something had happened to you."
Wen Zheng is quite bold to venture out during the Foundation Establishment stage.
"Good people are always protected by heaven. Look at me, I'm back safe and sound." Wen Zheng turned around to show her unharmed body.
When Lin Su saw Qi Sheng return, her eyes welled up with tears, and she called out, "Senior Brother!"
Qi Sheng glanced at Lin Su and said, "Junior brother, you look much more haggard. By the way, where is Xiang Hutian?"
The Ghost Clan mission was proposed to Hu Tian, and now that the mission should be considered complete, Hu Tian has disappeared.
Upon hearing this, Lin Su's expression changed, and she said, "Xiang Hutian was corrupted by ghost energy and turned into a puppet of the Crimson Moon Ghost General. My junior brothers and sisters and I were captured because of him."
Qi Sheng paused for a moment before saying, "I understand."
They all knew in their hearts that Xiang Hutian could not return to the sect.
Mu Qing stood not far away, watching their harmonious scene, then turned and went to another place to see Wei Ming, whom he had abandoned there.
That day, when Wei Ming made his move, Mu Qing did not kill him. Instead, she severely injured him and left him lying in one place before rushing towards the place of the sacrifice.
Wei Ming lay there alone for a long time. Mu Qing had severed his tendons and ligaments, so he couldn't stand up and could only look at the sky.
Noticing familiar footsteps approaching, Wei Ming moved his neck and looked at the person coming.
"Now that Immortal Venerable Mu has returned, it seems the Ghost King has failed."
His tone was arrogant and disdainful; when he said "Immortal Venerable Mu," it didn't sound like a respectful address, but rather like a taunt.
Mu Qing sat down quietly beside him and said in a low voice, "The Ghost King is dead. His daughter will take over the Ghost Clan from now on. You should know her."
Wei Ming remained silent, his gaze returning to the sky.
Mu Qing continued, "You've changed a lot. In the past, on the battlefield between immortals and demons, you saved many people. You did your best to help everyone who came to you for help."
Wei Ming snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "You've become an immortal, how could you understand the suffering of ordinary people? You can learn a sword manual in one night, but I bet you won't even be able to understand the first page in three days."
"I've been studying day and night, but I can't find the threshold to break through. I've helped so many people, but I've become neither human nor ghost. Mu Qing, I'm dying."
"They say that after cultivating immortality comes eternal loneliness and solitude, but they didn't tell me that the lifespan of immortals is limited. Why can you geniuses so easily trample on us ordinary people!"
His repeated accusations of injustice silenced Mu Qing, who didn't know how to respond.
He was indeed very talented in cultivation. From the first day of his cultivation, he could easily overcome any hurdle he encountered. He did not understand what Wei Ming meant by "unfathomable".
As soon as Wei Ming finished his accusation, the willow branches around them seemed to stop moving at the same time, the wind stopped, and a suffocating feeling spread around the two of them.
Seeing Mu Qing's bewildered expression, Wei Ming was extremely pleased.
Why is Mu Qing still alright? Wei Ming cursed in his heart that Mu Qing's Dao heart was unstable, her cultivation had regressed, and she would fall from grace.
Mu Qing seemed to be just as he had imagined, as if he had gotten stuck in a dead end and couldn't get out. His cultivation level gradually became restless with each questioning.
"What nonsense are you spouting here?" Wen Zheng appeared, interrupting Mu Qing's self-questioning.
Wen Zheng kicked Wei Ming, who was lying on the ground, and squatted down beside him: "If geniuses shouldn't exist in the world, then the best ending for mediocre people is death."
"To put it bluntly, you're just jealous of Mu Qing, aren't you? She's so young yet has such a high level of cultivation, she's good-looking, she's in a good sect, and she has a great master. Aren't you so jealous that you can't sleep every night?"
Wen Zheng finished speaking in one breath, her eyes fixed on Wei Ming's reaction. Catching the anger in his eyes, Wen Zheng felt as if she had found a treasure.
"You're angry."
"You're just jealous, and you're making up so many excuses."
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