C592 – The Ten-Thousand Ghost Sect
As Zhang Xuan entered the main hall, he was overwhelmed by an uneasy sensation approaching him.
Tracing the origin of the Qi, he noticed a group dressed entirely in black robes. Their heads were cloaked, revealing only their eyes.
“Bai Jingtian, have you considered our previous discussion?”
The man’s voice was low and suppressed, but the mocking undertone was unmistakable. Clearly, he held little regard for Bai Jingtian, the City Lord.
“What discussion? I don’t recall any such conversation.”
Bai Jingtian casually cleared his ear and propped a teaching staff on a chair, appearing nonchalant.
Seeing Bai Jingtian’s reaction, the man’s eyes narrowed, his voice taking on a more threatening tone. “So, you’ve chosen not to heed our words?”
“Why even bother conversing? Let’s just eliminate him!”
“We, from the Myriad Ghost Sect, initially approached with respect. But he’s clearly taken us lightly. Such individuals should meet their end!”
“Why prolong this with talk? Let’s act now!”
Members of the Myriad Ghost Sect voiced their agreement in succession.
“Buzz!”
A chilling and eerie aura instantly pervaded the surroundings, causing the temperature to plummet by over ten degrees.
Amid the void, numerous Paramita Flowers burst into bloom, emitting an enticing fragrance. Dark fissures marred the ground, as if the very earth had torn asunder.
This nightmarish tableau sent shivers down the spines of those present, eliciting cold sweat on their brows.
It appeared as if they had stepped into the very depths of the Underworld, leaving some in a state of stupefaction, their panicked flight underway.
The members of the Myriad Ghost Sect reveled in this outcome, their gazes towards Bai Jingtian steeped in even deeper mockery.
“How dare you!”
A thunderous roar resounded, heralding Bai Weiwei’s ascent. A surge of spear intent soared into the heavens, commanding the elements and filling the atmosphere.
“This is B City, not your Myriad Ghost Sect’s domain. If you seek to dabble in the spectral arts, return to your Myriad Ghost Mountain. This is no place for your nefarious antics!”
Bai Weiwei’s fiery temperament still burned brightly. The moment she heard the Myriad Ghost Sect’s words, her anger flared uncontrollably.
“Stinking girl, who are you?! We are here to find…”
A ghost cultivator heard Bai Weiwei’s words and stood up angrily.
Before he could finish his words, Bai Weiwei took a step forward and the long spear in her hand directly smashed over. That violent aura directly enveloped that ghost cultivator.
“You are courting death!”
The ghost cultivator did not expect Bai Weiwei to attack first. He was also angry. He roared and threw a punch. Behind him, a gloomy ghost aura suddenly became dense and transformed into a giant ghost king.
The ghost king roared and bit at Bai Weiwei.
A trace of fear flashed in the depths of Bai Weiwei’s beautiful eyes.
No matter how fierce she was, people had a natural fear of things in the world of death.
“Hmph!”
That person coldly harrumphed. He did not show mercy because Bai Weiwei was a woman. A crack appeared in the Void and that violent energy engulfed Bai Weiwei.
Zhang Xuan stared at it and was ready to attack at any time.
“You, deserve to be killed!”
Her voice was cold and carried an extremely thick frost concept. Bai Weiwei raised the long spear in her hand and instantly appeared in front of the ghost cultivator.
“Die!”
The ghost cultivator’s face changed drastically and he shouted in his heart that it was impossible. This spear seemed to be stabbing his body, but the real effect was his soul. He felt the danger of death.
Bai Weiwei thrust out her spear and that arrogant and ferocious Ghost King did not have the slightest strength to resist and was directly annihilated. He did not even have the time to scream.
Zhang Xuan looked at Bai Weiwei in shock. It had been so many years since he last saw Bai Weiwei. She had indeed changed a lot. Now that she had reached the Monarch Stage, it was no wonder that Bai Jingtian was so calm in front of the menacing Myriad Ghost Sect.
To be able to raise Bai Weiwei to the Monarch Stage in such a short period of time, it seemed like she had really encountered an expert!
This sudden change caused the entire hall to become silent. Everyone was staring at this scene in a daze.
“The Universal Heart Curse of the Ci Hang Jing Mosque!”
“You’re one of those traitors!”
“Kill her!”
When they saw Bai Weiwei’s cultivation technique, the people from the Myriad Ghost Sect instantly became angry.
The faces of the few people in the front changed drastically. When Bai Weiwei thrust her spear, although it was not aimed at them, they still felt the danger of death.
“Miss is so sick of it!”
“Indeed, Miss encountered an immortal and sought instruction. Naturally, she possesses remarkable abilities!”
The maidservants, upon witnessing this spectacle, not only refrained from fear but also cheered Bai Weiwei on.
Zhang Xuan and the others refrained from intervening. Bai Weiwei was a person of great pride, and she wouldn’t appreciate them acting without her consent.
The leading individuals let out roars and brandished their mourning staffs.
Even before the staffs reached their targets, the surrounding Void became saturated with a thick aura of annihilation.
Bai Jingtian’s countenance shifted upon seeing the man’s attack.
This individual was the Sect Master of the Myriad Ghost Sect, a Monarch Stage warrior, and the one he had the greatest concerns about.
In truth, Bai Jingtian could have used Zhang Xuan’s calligraphy and painting to handle this adversary.
However, Zhang Xuan had remained unconscious for over a century. During this time, the world had plunged into chaos, and formidable warriors frequently arrived. He had very few paintings remaining.
Unless he had no other recourse, Bai Jingtian was reluctant to squander a calligraphy and painting. Yet, when it came to his daughter’s safety, he wouldn’t hesitate.
The Myriad Ghost Sect Master transformed into a sinister Ghost Lord with a single motion, exuding a putrid stench reminiscent of the underworld, enough to induce nausea.
His formidable presence surpassed Bai Weiwei’s by several magnitudes.
Witnessing this development, Bai Jingtian’s eyes steeled. Without a moment’s hesitation, he hurled the calligraphy and painting in his possession.
“Master!”
In that instant, the butler leaned in and whispered a few words into his ear.
Bai Jingtian was momentarily taken aback, scanning his surroundings. Almost immediately, he spotted Zhang Xuan among the crowd, hands clasped behind his back.
His eyes widened in recognition, and he began to rise, as if to greet Zhang Xuan. However, he abruptly reconsidered and resumed his seat, as if remembering something.
Zhang Xuan observed the older man and could tell he hadn’t held back a gas emission.
In the following moment, Bai Jingtian silently indicated to Zhang Xuan with his lips, suggesting he should keep a close eye on him.
Zhang Xuan nodded. He was keen to assess his own abilities, and the Ghost Lord was an ideal candidate.
“Brother Xuan, in your opinion, who’s more formidable, Weiwei or the Myriad Ghost Sect Master?”
Chen Qianrou inquired with curiosity.
Zhang Xuan responded playfully, “I couldn’t say. Perhaps the Myriad Ghost Sect Master is experiencing an unexpected ailment.”
“Pfft!”
Just as he finished speaking, Zhang Xuan was caught off guard. His voice hadn’t even faded when he witnessed the Myriad Ghost Sect Master, who had been rushing toward Bai Weiwei, undergo a dramatic transformation in expression. Subsequently, right before everyone’s eyes, his abdomen began to split open.
A foul smell of feces spread out.
Chen Qianrou “…”
Zhang Xuan “…”
Everyone present was speechless.
C592 – The Ten-Thousand Ghost Sect
As Zhang Xuan entered the main hall, he was overwhelmed by an uneasy sensation approaching him.
Tracing the origin of the Qi, he noticed a group dressed entirely in black robes. Their heads were cloaked, revealing only their eyes.
“Bai Jingtian, have you considered our previous discussion?”
The man’s voice was low and suppressed, but the mocking undertone was unmistakable. Clearly, he held little regard for Bai Jingtian, the City Lord.
“What discussion? I don’t recall any such conversation.”
Bai Jingtian casually cleared his ear and propped a teaching staff on a chair, appearing nonchalant.
Seeing Bai Jingtian’s reaction, the man’s eyes narrowed, his voice taking on a more threatening tone. “So, you’ve chosen not to heed our words?”
“Why even bother conversing? Let’s just eliminate him!”
“We, from the Myriad Ghost Sect, initially approached with respect. But he’s clearly taken us lightly. Such individuals should meet their end!”
“Why prolong this with talk? Let’s act now!”
Members of the Myriad Ghost Sect voiced their agreement in succession.
“Buzz!”
A chilling and eerie aura instantly pervaded the surroundings, causing the temperature to plummet by over ten degrees.
Amid the void, numerous Paramita Flowers burst into bloom, emitting an enticing fragrance. Dark fissures marred the ground, as if the very earth had torn asunder.
This nightmarish tableau sent shivers down the spines of those present, eliciting cold sweat on their brows.
It appeared as if they had stepped into the very depths of the Underworld, leaving some in a state of stupefaction, their panicked flight underway.
The members of the Myriad Ghost Sect reveled in this outcome, their gazes towards Bai Jingtian steeped in even deeper mockery.
“How dare you!”
A thunderous roar resounded, heralding Bai Weiwei’s ascent. A surge of spear intent soared into the heavens, commanding the elements and filling the atmosphere.
“This is B City, not your Myriad Ghost Sect’s domain. If you seek to dabble in the spectral arts, return to your Myriad Ghost Mountain. This is no place for your nefarious antics!”
Bai Weiwei’s fiery temperament still burned brightly. The moment she heard the Myriad Ghost Sect’s words, her anger flared uncontrollably.
“Stinking girl, who are you?! We are here to find…”
A ghost cultivator heard Bai Weiwei’s words and stood up angrily.
Before he could finish his words, Bai Weiwei took a step forward and the long spear in her hand directly smashed over. That violent aura directly enveloped that ghost cultivator.
“You are courting death!”
The ghost cultivator did not expect Bai Weiwei to attack first. He was also angry. He roared and threw a punch. Behind him, a gloomy ghost aura suddenly became dense and transformed into a giant ghost king.
The ghost king roared and bit at Bai Weiwei.
A trace of fear flashed in the depths of Bai Weiwei’s beautiful eyes.
No matter how fierce she was, people had a natural fear of things in the world of death.
“Hmph!”
That person coldly harrumphed. He did not show mercy because Bai Weiwei was a woman. A crack appeared in the Void and that violent energy engulfed Bai Weiwei.
Zhang Xuan stared at it and was ready to attack at any time.
“You, deserve to be killed!”
Her voice was cold and carried an extremely thick frost concept. Bai Weiwei raised the long spear in her hand and instantly appeared in front of the ghost cultivator.
“Die!”
The ghost cultivator’s face changed drastically and he shouted in his heart that it was impossible. This spear seemed to be stabbing his body, but the real effect was his soul. He felt the danger of death.
Bai Weiwei thrust out her spear and that arrogant and ferocious Ghost King did not have the slightest strength to resist and was directly annihilated. He did not even have the time to scream.
Zhang Xuan looked at Bai Weiwei in shock. It had been so many years since he last saw Bai Weiwei. She had indeed changed a lot. Now that she had reached the Monarch Stage, it was no wonder that Bai Jingtian was so calm in front of the menacing Myriad Ghost Sect.
To be able to raise Bai Weiwei to the Monarch Stage in such a short period of time, it seemed like she had really encountered an expert!
This sudden change caused the entire hall to become silent. Everyone was staring at this scene in a daze.
“The Universal Heart Curse of the Ci Hang Jing Mosque!”
“You’re one of those traitors!”
“Kill her!”
When they saw Bai Weiwei’s cultivation technique, the people from the Myriad Ghost Sect instantly became angry.
The faces of the few people in the front changed drastically. When Bai Weiwei thrust her spear, although it was not aimed at them, they still felt the danger of death.
“Miss is so sick of it!”
“Indeed, Miss encountered an immortal and sought instruction. Naturally, she possesses remarkable abilities!”
The maidservants, upon witnessing this spectacle, not only refrained from fear but also cheered Bai Weiwei on.
Zhang Xuan and the others refrained from intervening. Bai Weiwei was a person of great pride, and she wouldn’t appreciate them acting without her consent.
The leading individuals let out roars and brandished their mourning staffs.
Even before the staffs reached their targets, the surrounding Void became saturated with a thick aura of annihilation.
Bai Jingtian’s countenance shifted upon seeing the man’s attack.
This individual was the Sect Master of the Myriad Ghost Sect, a Monarch Stage warrior, and the one he had the greatest concerns about.
In truth, Bai Jingtian could have used Zhang Xuan’s calligraphy and painting to handle this adversary.
However, Zhang Xuan had remained unconscious for over a century. During this time, the world had plunged into chaos, and formidable warriors frequently arrived. He had very few paintings remaining.
Unless he had no other recourse, Bai Jingtian was reluctant to squander a calligraphy and painting. Yet, when it came to his daughter’s safety, he wouldn’t hesitate.
The Myriad Ghost Sect Master transformed into a sinister Ghost Lord with a single motion, exuding a putrid stench reminiscent of the underworld, enough to induce nausea.
His formidable presence surpassed Bai Weiwei’s by several magnitudes.
Witnessing this development, Bai Jingtian’s eyes steeled. Without a moment’s hesitation, he hurled the calligraphy and painting in his possession.
“Master!”
In that instant, the butler leaned in and whispered a few words into his ear.
Bai Jingtian was momentarily taken aback, scanning his surroundings. Almost immediately, he spotted Zhang Xuan among the crowd, hands clasped behind his back.
His eyes widened in recognition, and he began to rise, as if to greet Zhang Xuan. However, he abruptly reconsidered and resumed his seat, as if remembering something.
Zhang Xuan observed the older man and could tell he hadn’t held back a gas emission.
In the following moment, Bai Jingtian silently indicated to Zhang Xuan with his lips, suggesting he should keep a close eye on him.
Zhang Xuan nodded. He was keen to assess his own abilities, and the Ghost Lord was an ideal candidate.
“Brother Xuan, in your opinion, who’s more formidable, Weiwei or the Myriad Ghost Sect Master?”
Chen Qianrou inquired with curiosity.
Zhang Xuan responded playfully, “I couldn’t say. Perhaps the Myriad Ghost Sect Master is experiencing an unexpected ailment.”
“Pfft!”
Just as he finished speaking, Zhang Xuan was caught off guard. His voice hadn’t even faded when he witnessed the Myriad Ghost Sect Master, who had been rushing toward Bai Weiwei, undergo a dramatic transformation in expression. Subsequently, right before everyone’s eyes, his abdomen began to split open.
A foul smell of feces spread out.
Chen Qianrou “…”
Zhang Xuan “…”
Everyone present was speechless.
