Ghost Clan
Ghost Clan.
Lin Su and her fellow disciples hid under the big banyan tree for several days, but when they still didn't see their senior brother Qi return, they became very anxious.
The concealment formation under the banyan tree was maintained by spiritual power. The junior brothers and sisters were already exhausted, but dared not rest.
The demon race is becoming increasingly chaotic. Demon soldiers patrol the streets continuously, and if they relax their guard and reveal their presence as living beings, they will definitely be captured.
"Senior sister, you should rest first," a junior sister said to the woman maintaining the formation.
Lin Su glanced at them; everyone looked pale, and the junior sister who cultivated the array had white lips and was swaying unsteadily, about to collapse.
Without a second thought, Lin Su quickly took her place and told the others to rest.
He focused on maintaining the formation, while his fellow disciples regulated their breathing. No one noticed that Xiang Hutian, who had collapsed under the tree roots, suddenly woke up.
A red light flashed in his pure black eyes, and the ghostly aura around him suddenly surged, allowing him to easily break free of the spirit-locking rope that bound him.
After a roar, Xiang Hutian stood up. The skin on his body had turned black, and he looked like a manipulated puppet. He raised his hand and struck at Lin Su.
Lin Su was busy maintaining the formation and had no time to dodge. She was struck by his palm and fell to her knees, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Xiang Hutian, are you crazy?!" The junior sister, who was meditating, shouted hurriedly.
Xiang Hutian seemed not to hear him and continued to attack the group who were recuperating. Caught off guard, they were seriously injured and fell to the ground.
Lin Su watched helplessly as Xiang Hutian went berserk and injured her junior brothers and sisters. Panting, she wiped the blood from her mouth, stood up abruptly, summoned her spirit sword, and swung it at Xiang Hutian.
Before his sword could even touch Xiang Hutian, a long boot kicked him. A red-faced ghost appeared, wearing armor and a cloak, followed by many ghost soldiers, staring at the crowd with pupils that had no whites.
“They’re all here, none of them missing. That saves me the trouble of searching everywhere.” The speaker was a demon clan member wearing armor.
“Red Moon Ghost General, what are you doing here?” Lin Su recognized the person in front of her as Red Moon Ghost General, one of the eight great ghost generals of the Ghost Clan.
The eight ghost generals each have their own territory and do not interfere with each other. They reside in the territory of the War Ghost Clan, so it is impossible for Crimson Moon to appear here.
"Where I am is none of your business. Take them all away." With Chi Yue's order, ghost soldiers immediately tied up the people and took them away.
After the others were taken away, Chi Yue said to Xiang Hutian, "Go and lure those human cultivators over here."
Xiang Hutian was filled with ghostly energy and had long since become Chiyue's puppet. At Chiyue's command, he stammered, "They are calling for help. Someone is coming."
Chi Yue narrowed his eyes: "Do you know who has come?"
Xiang Hutian shook his head left and right like a puppet.
After pondering for a while, Chi Yue decided to leave Xiang Hutian behind and wait for the people who came for help to arrive so that they could be caught in one fell swoop.
Upon receiving the order, Xiang Hutian picked up the Soul-Locking Rope, bound himself, closed his eyes, and lay down on the tree root, waiting for someone to come.
Outside the entrance to the Ghost Clan.
Wen Zheng and Mu Qing stood at the entrance for a long time without saying a word.
"Immortal Venerable, let's find a place to sneak in," Wen Zheng suggested.
The entrance to the Ghost Clan was closed, preventing anyone from entering or leaving. The only solution Wen Zheng could think of was to sneak in.
Mu Qing didn't move, but said to Wen Zheng, "Now that you've had your experience, it's time to go back."
There was a rebellion within the Ghost Clan, and he had to take Wen Zheng with him and protect her, which was too troublesome, so he sent them back.
Upon hearing this, Wen Zheng looked at him and said softly, "Immortal Venerable, I haven't done anything yet."
Even when traveling, you don't return home this quickly.
Mu Qing ignored him and took out the spirit ship: "As long as you go back, this spirit ship is yours."
On the way here, since Wen Zheng couldn't fly on a sword, Mu Qing used a spirit boat. Wen Zheng, who was penniless, was extremely envious when she saw it, but she was too embarrassed to ask Mu Qing if he would sell it.
Mu Qing had been maneuvering the spirit ship all along, and had noticed Wen Zheng's strong desire for it. Now that he was offering the spirit ship to Wen Zheng to take back, given how often she sold off her treasures from the storeroom, she should agree.
Thinking to herself, Mu Qing looked at Wen Zheng, waiting for her reply.
"Never mind, my spiritual power is too weak to use a spirit boat." Wen Zheng took a step back, avoiding the spirit boat that Mu Qing offered.
Mu Qing's expression was cold as she warned, "The Ghost Clan is not as friendly as the Human Clan. It's not uncommon for them to kill each other. You'll likely get into trouble if you go there."
The words were quite serious, and Mu Qing thought Wen Zheng would probably turn back.
Wen Zheng, contrary to her usual behavior, quickly said, "This is the kind of experience I want, Senior Brother, you don't need to worry about me."
Upon hearing Wen Zheng utter the word "senior brother," Mu Qing's eyelids twitched, and an ominous premonition rose in her heart.
Sure enough, Wen Zheng continued, "After entering the Ghost Clan, Senior Brother, you go about your business, and I'll travel around training. However, I'm really too weak. If only I had a few protective magic treasures."
As she spoke, her eyes kept glancing at Mu Qing, the surprise she was implying was quite obvious.
Mu Qing knew that Wen Zheng was determined to go to the Ghost Clan. After thinking about the scene of taking Wen Zheng to save people, he took a deep breath and took out several magical treasures and handed them to Wen Zheng.
"This is the Jade of Unity. If it breaks in danger, I can sense your location. And this soft armor can withstand an attack from a Void Refinement Realm expert. And this short sword..."
Mu Qing introduced the items she had given away, and then took out a cultivation manual: "You should practice this manual, 'Flying Goose Treading on Snow,' as soon as possible. It will come in handy when you are escaping. I will wait for you for three hours. After three hours, we will enter the Ghost Clan."
Wen Zheng held a pile of treasures, staring incredulously at the cultivation manual in her hand.
Six hours? That's how I rushed through final exam review.
She's not a genius!
While inwardly complaining, Wen Zheng had already turned to the first page of the exercise manual and begun practicing.
Mu Qing sat in meditation to the side, and when she opened her eyes and looked at Wen Zheng, who was studying the cultivation technique with her head down, she felt strange.
Why does Wen Zheng want to go to the Ghost Clan?
What exactly attracted her?
Remembering what Wen Zheng had told the system about the obstacles in her cultivation, Mu Qing's heart sank.
If Wen Zheng dared to take crooked paths, he would clean up the mess for his master.
Three hours later.
The two set off again and soon found a teleportation array that allowed them to enter the Ghost Clan.
Mu Qing inserted spirit stones into the teleportation array, which then emitted a bright light and began to activate.
After waiting for a while, the array successfully lit up, but the teleportation array that was formed was broken. Mu Qing said to Wen Zheng, "This teleportation array is unstable. We may be teleported to different destinations. Be careful."
He disappeared as soon as he finished speaking, and Wen Zheng was about to open her mouth when she was also teleported away.
When she opened her eyes again, the scenery around her had changed drastically.
The sky was a hazy black, and the houses all around were low, with transparent black clouds floating around them.
Wen Zheng's teleportation location was very bad; it was at the crossroads of a town. As soon as she appeared, the surrounding dark clouds rushed towards her.
Before she could think any further, Wen Zheng used the newly learned Flying Goose Stepping on Snow technique to escape the encirclement of dark clouds.
Although I don't know what those dark clouds are, I have a feeling that getting involved with them would be bad.
Taking advantage of the slow movement of the dark clouds, Wen Zheng ran towards the edge of the town, paying close attention to her surroundings along the way, and immediately taking cover if any unidentified objects appeared.
Thanks to her cautious nature, she managed to hold out until nightfall.
In the woods, Wen Zheng sat on a pile of dead leaves, pondering where to find a mortician.
After learning that the Ghost Clan Corpse Stitcher could repair her meridians, she frequently went to the library to search for relevant books about corpse stitchers.
The demon race enjoys collecting human corpses and having morticians make clothes for them. This method allows the demons to leave the demon realm, but it also makes them more susceptible to injury.
When it comes to the most skilled corpse sewing craftsmen, the War Demon clan is the best. Because they fight so often, their corpse sewing skills have been honed.
Wen Zheng set her sights on the Ghost Clan and decided to try her luck there.
As she was thinking, her hand accidentally touched the jade pendant Mu Qing had given her, and she suddenly realized that she hadn't asked Mu Qing what he was doing in the Ghost Clan.
However, the Ghost Clan is so vast that they probably wouldn't encounter them, and Mu Qing wouldn't know that she used this method to repair her meridians.
Wen Zheng comforted herself and took out "Flying Goose Treading on Snow" to continue studying.
Outside the inn.
Mu Qing came to see her old friend, "Wei Ming, it's been many years."
The sudden appearance of Mu Qing startled Wei Ming, who was doing accounts, and he stopped abruptly. Then he exclaimed in surprise, "Mu Qing, you've come to the Ghost Clan?"
Wei Ming was originally a human cultivator. He met Mu Qing on the battlefield between immortals and demons. Later, he was seriously injured and came to the ghost race, becoming a ghost cultivator.
"I've come to rescue them," Mu Qing said without exchanging pleasantries with Wei Ming. He took out a piece of century-old locust wood and said, "Several disciples of the Zhuxian Sect are trapped in the Ghost Clan. I want you to help me find them."
Wei Ming's eyes flickered, and he pushed the locust tree back: "It's not that I'm unwilling to help you, but my inn is built on the territory of the War Ghost Clan, and it's in a mess right now."
Upon hearing this, Mu Qing frowned: "What exactly happened to the Ghost Clan? Why did things suddenly fall into chaos?"
Wei Ming paused for a moment, looked around, and said in a low voice, "I don't know the specific reason either, but I heard that the Ghost King obtained a treasure that is said to be able to improve one's cultivation level, and now he is capturing cultivators and ghost people everywhere."
"What treasure? Have you ever seen it before?"
Wei Ming shook his head: "The Ghost King never takes out his treasures to show to people, and no one has ever seen them."
Mu Qing frowned even more, wondering whether she should send the message back to the sect.
Treasures that can enhance one's cultivation level are generally innate magic treasures. The appearance of such treasures is usually accompanied by omens. However, there are no records of the Ghost King treasure, making its appearance too strange.
Mu Qing thought for a long time, but still had no clue.
Wei Ming waited patiently by the side. Seeing that Mu Qing seemed confused, he said, "Why don't you stay here with me? You can ask about the treasure in the Ghost King's possession when you're looking for a disciple."
"Okay, thank you for your trouble." Mu Qing nodded and pushed the locust wood into Wei Ming's hands. "It's just a small token of my appreciation. Please don't refuse, considering we're friends."
Wei Ming reluctantly accepted the gift and had someone take Mu Qing to rest.
After Mu Qing left, the servant bared his fangs and said to Wei Ming, "Manager, your friend is quite honest."
A century-old locust tree was given away so readily; this stuff is a great tonic for ghost cultivators.
"What use is it really?" The smile on Wei Ming's face disappeared, and his whole demeanor instantly turned cold-blooded, his dark eyes revealing a fierce glint.
"Back then, our cultivation levels were about the same. Now he's a Celestial Venerable in the cultivation world, while I've been reduced to running a run-down inn in the Ghost Clan. Ha, how ironic."
As Wei Ming spoke, the ghostly energy around him surged uncontrollably, and the black clouds that drifted by unintentionally were devoured by his ghostly energy.
After the dark clouds had finished engulfing him, he looked at the servant and said, "Tomorrow, take him around the city and try to stall him."
"Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely do it."
The servant was so frightened that he quickly retreated. He had finally managed to cultivate a human form from the dark clouds, and he couldn't let the shopkeeper eat him.
On the other side.
Wen Zheng changed her clothes, disguised herself as a member of the Ghost Clan, asked someone for directions to where the War Ghost Clan lived, and then rushed there without stopping.
Two days later, she finally set foot on the territory of the War Demon Clan.
Upon arriving at the War Demon Clan, Wen Zheng was truly amazed. The situation here was even worse; the houses along the roadside were crooked and looked as if they had been drawn by a person.
Various kinds of dark clouds floated in the sky, like locusts passing through, covering the gray sky. Many demon soldiers patrolled with long spears.
Wen Zheng hid behind a crooked tree, observing the ghost soldiers. Most of them were as white as paper, with blank expressions and many wounds, with flesh exposed, making them nauseating to look at.
Wen Zheng was about to walk around them when she heard them talking and stopped.
"Have you heard? Once the sacrifice is over, Lord Ghost King will become stronger again."
"You don't need to tell us this, of course we know. It's a pity that there's no use in being envious. Now we just hope that after the Ghost King makes his sacrifice, he can leave us a good human body."
"That's true. Sacrifices are none of our business. We should try to steal a human body and go to the human race."
"That's right. I've heard that the human race has a lot of rare and precious materials, so it's easy to cultivate."
They talked as they walked and soon disappeared from sight.
Listening to their conversation, Wen Zheng vaguely guessed that the Ghost King might use humans as sacrifices, and possibly living people at that.
The fact that Mu Qing rushed to the Ghost Clan in such a hurry suggests that someone from the Immortal Chasing Sect is trapped there, and Mu Qing's purpose in coming is to rescue them.
Wen Zheng was not happy to have guessed the answer; in fact, her expression worsened.
For Mu Qing, a Nascent Soul cultivator, to come out and save people, something serious must have happened to the Ghost Clan, and it must be very difficult to resolve.
In this situation, does she still need to repair her meridians?
Her cultivation level had just passed the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and all the talismans she drew turned into explosive talismans, which were useless. Any ghost could kill her.
Wen Zheng analyzed the situation, her hand unconsciously turning the wooden bracelet on her wrist, anxiety filling her entire body.
Reason told her she should turn back, but Wen Zheng was unwilling. She had finally made it to the Ghost Clan, why should she give up?
Before Wen Zheng could make up her mind, she heard a faint cry for help.
She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a familiar person appear before her.
"Xiang Hutian, what's wrong?"
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