Wei Qinghe had previously thought that Fang Wei'an was bewitched by Yi Fanxing.
Now it seems that it's not just that.
Fang Wei'an created the illusion that he deeply loved his wife, but in reality, he deeply loved Yi Haoyue, the lord of the City That Never Sleeps.
Although Yi Haoyue looks a bit old, you can still see her former beauty in Yi Fanxing.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Fang Wei'an rebuked angrily in a deep voice.
"Your sister and I are just close friends, nothing more! Otherwise, why would she have let me in?"
Yi Fanxing described herself as increasingly disheveled, alternating between crying and laughing.
"That's because you came in to find the medicine to keep her young forever. You're willing to do anything for her."
Wei Qinghe was listening intently when suddenly a huge ghostly hand fell from the sky and landed directly above Yi Fanxing.
"idiot!"
An old, hoarse voice sounded in a deep, muffled tone.
A dark figure appeared in a flash, its black robe falling to the ground and its silver hair tied up high.
He exuded an eerie aura that chilled people to the bone.
"Father!" Yi Fanxing immediately knelt down obediently, not daring to look at the person who came.
This person was none other than the old city lord, Yi Tianfang.
Yi Tianfang looked somewhat similar to Yi Haoyue, but he appeared more energetic than Yi Haoyue.
Yi Tianfang's gaze swept over Wei Qinghe and Fang Weian.
"Useless! Look at your taste! Even your sister wouldn't approve of this man, but you insist on taking him in. In the end, you're just hurting yourself."
Wei Qinghe was already drawing runes on his palm.
Yi Tianfang possesses a powerful ghostly aura, indicating that he is a ghost cultivator.
I thought that ghost cultivators were limited to the Abyss of Evil Ghosts, but I never expected that the dignified Lord of the City of Never Sleeps was also a ghost cultivator.
"Uncle Yi..." Fang Wei'an hadn't finished speaking when Yi Tianfang slapped him away.
"Now that you are married, you should not bother my daughter anymore. My daughter has her own mission since birth."
Yi Fanxing watched Fang Wei'an, who had collapsed and was vomiting blood, with anxiety. She wanted to get closer but couldn't leave the range of the ghostly hand.
Yi Tianfang turned his gaze back to Wei Qinghe.
"A sword cultivator who can refine pills, you do have some skill."
Wei Qinghe met Yi Tianfang's deep eyes and said, "My skills are just so-so, naturally I can't compare to the old city lord. After all, the city lord of the City That Never Sleeps has to start cultivating the Ghost Path again!"
Their eyes met, and Yi Tianfang burst into laughter.
"You have quite the spirit, young lady. If all cultivators in the immortal sects were like you, how could the path to ascension on the Tianyuan Continent have been cut off?"
Is the path to ascension blocked?
Wei Qinghe was unaware of this. "Could this be the reason why the old city lord resumed cultivating the Ghost Path?"
She didn't believe it.
Yi Tianfang scoffed disdainfully, "All living beings are equal, but in the eyes of you immortal cultivators, have they ever truly been equal? What difference is there between my cultivation of the Ghost Path and your cultivation of the Immortal Path?"
"It's all about defying the heavens to prolong life and fighting against fate. Don't think of yourselves as so noble."
Wei Qinghe didn't want to waste time with him here; the runes in her palm had already taken shape.
"You use the life force of countless alchemists to extend your lifespan, and you call that being the same as cultivators from immortal sects?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Wei Qinghe immediately unleashed the [Heavenly Origin Ice Condensation Technique Sword Formation].
Seeing that Wei Qinghe attacked without warning, Yi Tianfang thought it was just childish impulsiveness and didn't take Wei Qinghe's attack seriously at all.
He casually raised his hand and brought down a palm strike. If he hadn't dodged in time, he probably would have had his arm cut off.
Looking at the wound on his arm, where the white bone was clearly visible, his eyes were terrifyingly sinister.
Wei Qinghe also glanced at the wound, and there wasn't a trace of blood.
But the murals would bleed.
"You're quite capable!" Green and red ghost flames erupted from Yi Tianfang's body, and the power of fire elemental energy transformed into a giant python phantom that headed towards Wei Qinghe.
Wei Qinghe was prepared, using the White Tiger Spirit to deal with the situation while using the runes on her palms to defend herself as Yi Tianfang approached.
Yi Tianfang seemed to have been prepared, as the giant python phantom behind him instantly grew larger and swallowed the white tiger phantom whole.
Wei Qinghe immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and the Space Little White's body rolled several times on the grass.
Blood splattered onto the palm of his hand, which was covered in runes, and the runes instantly absorbed the blood.
The Ghost King Seal, which had not been in his grasp before, suddenly burst forth with red light.
When Yi Tianfang struck with his palm, Wei Qinghe immediately caught it with her own.
Bang!
A ghostly aura, many times stronger than Yi Tianfang's, erupted, not only blasting Yi Tianfang away but also shattering his eight extraordinary meridians and all the bones in his body.
The Ghost King Seal emerged from Wei Qinghe's palm and leaped through the void as if seeking credit.
Wei Qinghe knew, of course, that this was thanks to the Ghost King Seal, and immediately took out a large braised pork bone as a reward.
The Ghost King Seal instantly grew larger, swallowing the large bone whole, and its shape could still be seen from its appearance.
Yi Tianfang lay on his side on the ground, staring in disbelief at Wei Qinghe and the ghostly Ghost King Seal that exuded ghostly energy.
"You, you, who exactly are you? Why do you possess such powerful ghostly energy?"
"Are you also a ghost cultivator?"
He immediately dismissed the idea as soon as he finished speaking.
"No, you're not a ghost cultivator, you're a sword cultivator, and also an alchemist..."
Only an alchemist could have come here, and I just witnessed Wei Qinghe's superb swordsmanship.
At this moment, Wei Qinghe herself was unaware that a trace of ghostly energy had appeared in her spiritual root, like a bean sprouting tender shoots.
And a large expanse of golden light of merit appeared in the sea of consciousness.
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