Ghost King's Daughter
"You want to fight a Void Refinement stage cultivator?!" Mu Xinxin's eyes widened in complete disbelief.
Wen Zheng, who was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, dared to attack a Nascent Soul stage cultivator before, but now she actually dares to challenge a Void Refinement stage cultivator. Does she think she has too much time left to live?
Her shocked expression said it all. Wen Zheng explained, "The stone tablet says to challenge in order. Mu Qing is at the Nascent Soul stage, so she definitely can't beat him. I'll have to go up and wear down this Void Refinement stage ghost general."
"Then let Mu Qing fight the Nascent Soul stage, and you fight the Spirit Core stage, and we can pass the test smoothly."
After a good explanation, Mu Xinxin advised, "A ghost general in the Void Refinement stage is very strong; you simply can't withstand it."
“It’s alright,” Wen Zheng waved her hand. “I wasn’t really planning to fight. I’ll just admit defeat once I’m up there.”
Mu Xinxin: "...Is this okay?"
Wen Zheng didn't say anything more and walked to the central challenge area. The Ghost General in the Void Refinement stage also stepped forward. The pressure from the powerful figure made Wen Zheng's knees buckle, and she knelt on one knee.
Mu Xinxin's heart jumped into her throat, and she called out, "Wen Zheng, are you alright?"
"It's nothing," Wen Zheng said, slowly standing up despite the oppressive aura. She clasped her hands in a salute, and the ghost general opposite her was stunned. He also raised his hand in salute.
After the friendly exchange between the two sides ended, just as the Ghost General was about to make a move, Wen Zheng raised her hand to interrupt him.
"Wait! I give up."
The ghost general froze on the spot again, his crimson eyes staring blankly as Wen Zheng left the challenge arena.
Mu Xinxin stared blankly at the tall and sturdy ghost general standing there, as if she could see his dumbfounded expression behind the bronze mask.
After Wen Zheng conceded defeat, one of the three beads on the stone tablet broke, and the remaining two became dull and lifeless.
Mu Xinxin picked up the broken bead and put it away. Her gaze fell on the remaining two ghost generals. She turned to Wen Zheng and said, "I'll improve my cultivation first."
As Wen Zheng nodded, Mu Qing walked in and immediately saw the three ghost generals on the platform. He picked up his sword.
"Senior brother, don't be nervous," Wen Zheng said with a shy smile.
The familiar address rang out, and Mu Qing expressionlessly lowered her sword. "Speak, what do you want me to do?"
Wen Zheng smiled shyly: "Senior brother, you really understand me."
Mu Qing glanced at her but didn't say anything.
Wen Zheng pointed to the ghost general in the middle and said, "A ghost general in the Nascent Soul stage, it's up to you, Senior Brother, to deal with him."
Mu Qing shifted his gaze to the three ghost generals who remained motionless, and at the same time noticed the rules on the stone tablet beside them. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who dealt with the ghost generals at the Void Refinement stage?"
Wen Zheng pointed to herself, a look of pride on her face.
Mu Qing nodded. "Lost?"
Wen Zheng's pride vanished, and she said defiantly, "I only have the cultivation of the Foundation Establishment stage. It's not shameful to lose. If it weren't for the need to deplete the strongest ghost general, I wouldn't have even gone up there."
A faint smile appeared on Mu Qing's lips. Before Wen Zheng could see it clearly, he drew his sword and charged towards the Nascent Soul stage Ghost Sword.
While he was busy fighting, Wen Zheng walked to Mu Xinxin's side, watching as the ghostly aura around her surged and black veins bulged on her face. After a moment of silence, she asked, "You seem to have mutated?"
Mu Xinxin opened her completely black pupils and looked at her. "It's okay, it will disappear in a few days."
Wen Zheng opened her mouth, wanting to say something but not asking. She sat down next to Mu Xinxin and watched Mu Qing beating up the ghost general in the challenge arena.
Mu Xinxin quietly opened her eyes to observe Wen Zheng. Seeing that she couldn't discern Mu Qing's true strength, she decided to keep quiet.
In the challenge arena, the two fought fiercely until Mu Qing's Taiqing Sword pierced through the Ghost General's body, and he won against the Ghost General. The second bead on the stone tablet lit up.
When it was the last ghost general's turn, Mu Xinxin stood up and walked towards the stage. Wen Zheng cheered her on from the side: "Don't be nervous. If you really can't beat him, there are other ways to get in."
Mu Xinxin made a shushing gesture and said, "I will definitely win."
Wen Zheng nodded vigorously in agreement, "You will definitely win."
Mu Xinxin smiled and turned to face the third ghost general on the stage.
The moment the two clashed, their weapons made a crisp sound, and Mu Xinxin took a step back.
Wen Zheng stepped forward nervously, her eyes fixed intently on them. After their first exchange, the second round began.
"She will lose," Mu Qing said coldly.
Mu Xinxin's Nascent Soul cultivation was forcibly increased, and compared to a Ghost General who was almost at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, she was no match at all.
"I know, I'm trying to find a way for her." Wen Zheng tried to throw a talisman at the ghost general to interfere, but the talisman exploded halfway through its flight, almost setting Wen Zheng's clothes on fire. She was so frightened that she took two steps back to avoid the flames.
"It seems your method won't work," Mu Qing said, her gaze falling on the two fighting.
Mu Xinxin's momentum is waning; she's about to lose.
Wen Zheng asked anxiously, "Can your cultivation level still be improved?"
Forcibly increasing cultivation level would harm the body, and Wen Zheng felt that she had asked the question in vain.
"Yes!" After shouting this, Mu Xinxin was kicked away by the ghost general and spat out a mouthful of black blood.
"Having ghostly energy can increase one's cultivation level."
After she finished speaking, she hurriedly dodged the long stick that the ghost general was throwing at her.
Wen Zheng hurriedly checked the ghostly aura around her. The tomb was very clean, unlike the ghostly aura that permeated the outside world. It was clean and there was not a trace of black aura.
While she was searching for ghostly energy, Mu Qing's gaze was fixed on Mu Xinxin, dark and unfathomable.
Wei Ming's method of improving his cultivation level is to devour a large amount of black clouds rich in ghost energy, while Mu Xinxin's method of improving her cultivation level is to absorb ghost energy. Aren't their methods too similar?
As he pondered, Wen Zheng had already helped the unconscious Qi Sheng up and was walking towards the edge of the challenge arena. Seeing Mu Qing lost in thought, she said, "Come and help."
Mu Qing lowered her eyes and walked over to help Qi Sheng up.
The two dragged the unconscious Qi Sheng to the edge. Wen Zheng lifted Qi Sheng's hand and said to Mu Xinxin, who was fleeing in the field, "Try this."
Mu Xinxin turned her head to avoid the long stick that came back, glanced at the unconscious Qi Sheng, gritted her teeth, and reached out to touch his fingertips.
Almost instantly, the ghostly energy surrounding Qi Sheng lessened by a third, and Mu Xinxin's strength increased. She, who could only flee before, was now able to launch a counterattack, forcing the ghost general to take a step back.
it works.
Wen Zheng's eyes lit up, and she lifted Qi Sheng to a more suitable position and continued, "Hurry up and suck it in, let's finish this quickly."
Mu Xinxin didn't respond, and her attack speed increased. Qi Sheng's ghostly aura also disappeared at a visible speed.
After several rounds, Mu Xinxin successfully defeated the last ghost general and lit up the last bead on the stone tablet.
The ancient bronze gate slowly opened, and a chilling ghostly aura, like a cold, venomous snake, slithered up to the ankles of the group. The patterns carved on the ground were faintly visible under the cover of the black ghostly aura.
Wen Zheng, feeling cold, lifted her foot and moved it: "Why is this ghostly energy so cold on my feet?"
“This is the ghostly aura of the previous Ghost King,” Mu Xinxin said, a red light flashing in her eyes as she gazed at the pitch-black tomb chamber behind the bronze door.
"Is it dangerous?"
"It's easy to get corroded if you stay there for too long."
"It's alright, he won't die for now. Let's go." Wen Zheng nodded to Mu Qing, who helped Qi Sheng up, and the group stepped onto the stairs and crossed the bronze gate.
After they went inside, the bronze door clicked shut. Wen Zheng turned her head and saw that the door was closing slowly.
It seems there's no turning back.
As Wen Zheng was thinking, she suddenly saw a terrifying monster with pale skin covered in scratches, flesh turned inside out, one of its red eyes missing, and a thick black aura emanating from its entire body.
The previously drifting black mist seemed to have found its master, and pounced on the monster, tearing at it before disappearing a moment later.
"Is that the Ghost King?" Wen Zheng asked uncertainly, frowning.
"Yes." Mu Qing put down Qi Sheng and prepared to fight. The Ghost King was acting very strangely, and his strength had increased significantly, becoming bizarre.
Wen Zheng's heart skipped a beat as she watched the Ghost Dynasty approach. She quickly drew talismans to prepare for an attack.
Even faster than her was Mu Xinxin, who had been silent all along. She used her ghostly energy to condense a bow and arrow, and shot it into the Ghost King's chest.
The ghostly arrow exploded, blasting a large hole in the Ghost King's chest. His gaze turned over, and when he saw Mu Xinxin, he bared his fangs: "Daughter, you are so cruel to your father, you are truly unfilial!"
Wen Zheng paused, her hand holding the talisman still, and suddenly turned to look at Mu Xinxin, her body instinctively retreating behind Mu Qing.
Mu Xinxin's lips curled into a cold smile: "Only when the father is kind can the son be filial. You want to sacrifice me, so why should I greet you with a smile?"
The Ghost King revealed a cruel smile, blood tears welling in his crimson eyes. Ghostly energy entered through his seven orifices in an instant, and with a furious roar, it completely devoured him.
The bronze gate finally closed, and the group returned to the pitch-black environment.
Apart from the sound of the wind, the only sounds in the empty tomb were the breathing of a few people, some deep and some shallow.
The quiet atmosphere lasted for a while until Mu Xinxin could no longer bear it and lit a spiritual fire. The warm flames illuminated the surroundings and also revealed the situation of the group.
Mu Qing had sheathed his sword at some point and was checking on Qi Sheng's condition. Wen Zheng, unaware that he had already left, stood there blankly, clutching a few pieces of yellow paper in her hand, her serious gaze fixed on one spot.
“I’m here,” Mu Xinxin reminded her.
Wen Zheng shifted her gaze, which then fell back on her: "You are the Ghost King's daughter?"
"Otherwise what? Which ghost clan member could know so much about the Ghost King's Tomb?" Mu Xinxin shrugged and found a place to sit down and rest.
Wen Zheng stood there, watching her leisurely demeanor, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you the Ghost King's biological daughter?"
The Ghost King seems to have gone mad, offering even his own daughter as a sacrifice.
“He must be her biological son.” Seeing her curiosity, Mu Xinxin said, “Three months ago, a man in black robes came to the palace with a box. The Ghost King became obsessed with the box and almost killed all his relatives.”
A simple sentence gave Wen Zheng a lot to think about.
What does it mean to say that your family members are almost all killed?
Mu Qing glanced at Wen Zheng's pensive expression and asked, "Have you seen the man in black robes?"
Mu Xinxin shook her head, as if she had thought of something. She said, "I saw him kill my third uncle. His moves were very unique, very much like those of a human."
What technique did he use?
"His weapon was a mirror, a mirror that couldn't reflect a person's image."
Mu Qing lowered her eyes and went through the list of cultivators in the immortal sects who used mirrors in her mind.
There aren't many; there are about twenty or thirty people in total. It's a bit difficult to find out who the man in the black robe is.
The air fell silent again as the group fell silent.
Wen Zheng listened from the side, her brows furrowed in worry. She quietly moved closer to Mu Xinxin and asked, "When the man in black killed your third uncle, didn't you stop him?"
He's my own uncle, after all. Wouldn't it be wrong to just stand by and watch him die?
Mu Xinxin glanced at her and said, "Do you know the secret to how the Ghost Clan can quickly improve their cultivation?"
"Huh? Is this something I can say?" Wen Zheng asked curiously, leaning closer and lowering her voice, "What is it?"
"Absorbing other people's ghost energy, especially that of your own family, will not cause any backlash."
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