After a period of fighting, Patriarch Huntian led the group to break out of the encirclement, crossed the White Bone Bridge, and successfully entered the Senluo Ghost Realm.
The group arrived on an ancient and desolate land.
The moment they stepped onto this land, everyone felt their hair stand on end. Their bodies were enveloped by a bone-chilling ghostly aura, as if some eerie existence in the dark had set its sights on them.
But no matter how they tried to sense it, they could not detect any anomalies.
At this time, Gu Qingfeng strolled out of the cabin door of the White Bone Blood Boat as if walking in a courtyard. Under the bewildered and fearful gazes of the crowd, he took a deep breath of the intense ghostly aura in the void with a look of pure intoxication.
This sight made everyone's hearts pound with fear.
The unease in Patriarch Huntian's heart grew even stronger. Even evil cultivators like us would not dare to easily absorb such a terrifying ghostly aura, yet this kid looks so intoxicated. Could he really be a ghost god wearing human skin?!
A ghost god who can freely leave the Senluo Ghost Realm!?
What kind of terrifying existence would that be?
He did not dare to think any further. Now, he suddenly felt immense regret for traveling with Gu Qingfeng, and even more regret for having such sharp eyes back then, insisting on taking an extra glance at the other party in the crowd.
"Fellow Daoist, since we have already entered the Senluo Ghost Realm, I think it would be best if we part ways here. We still have important matters to attend to..." Patriarch Huntian braced himself and said.
Gu Qingfeng looked down at him with disdain and said indifferently, "If you leave, who will pull this emperor's carriage?"
"Fellow Daoist, this old man has a ten-thousand-year Corpse King who can absolutely play the role of a driver. If you do not disdain it, I would like to gift this Corpse King to you."
"Hmm? With my status, you actually dare to use a Corpse King to pull my carriage? Are you tired of living?" Gu Qingfeng said in displeasure.
Facing the arrogant Gu Qingfeng, Patriarch Huntian became even more afraid to fall out with him and could only smile apologetically, "If Fellow Daoist feels the Corpse King is unqualified, this old man still has quite a few high-tier Immortal Beasts..."
"High-tier Immortal Beasts? Are there any Immortal Kings?"
"This..." Patriarch Huntian was dumbfounded. An Immortal King-level Immortal Beast? How could such a powerhouse be enslaved by someone? Is this not pure nonsense?
"No."
"Since there are none, there is no use saying more. With my status, only an Immortal King is barely qualified to pull my carriage. Remember, do not easily reject my will. The price is definitely not something a minor Immortal King like you can bear."
A minor Immortal King!?
Patriarch Huntian and the others felt increasingly uncertain. Along the way, not only had they failed to probe the other party's background, but the other party's tone was also becoming increasingly arrogant.
Arriving at the Senluo Ghost Realm was truly like arriving home for him; he was full of confidence, not even taking an Immortal King seriously.
At this moment, the woman in white's eyes lit up. She was not an idiot; naturally, she could see that Patriarch Huntian and the others were deeply wary of Gu Qingfeng.
"Senior, this humble woman has a request."
The woman in white was quite tactful and directly changed her address to Senior.
"I am actually not on the same path as Patriarch Huntian and the others. The reason we gathered together this time is because they are relatively familiar with the Senluo Ghost Realm, and I have a relative who is lost here. That is why I commissioned them to search. Since the Senluo Ghost Realm is your home, I was hoping..."
"You are not allowed to hope," Gu Qingfeng interrupted directly.
The woman in white: "..."
Patriarch Huntian's face instantly darkened, and he said coldly to the woman in white, "Yan Lingyu! What are you trying to do! We had an agreement before: we look for your sister, and you give us our reward. Do you want to go back on your word?"
The woman in white ignored Patriarch Huntian and continued speaking to Gu Qingfeng, "Senior, it will not be too late to refuse after you hear my conditions."
"A mere ant dares to bargain with me? If it were not for the fact that you have a bit of beauty, you would not even have the right to speak another word to me."
The woman in white's expression instantly changed. She had not expected Gu Qingfeng to actually see through her disguise.
Patriarch Huntian and the others suddenly had strange expressions. Looking at the woman in white's face, which was covered in hideous scars, they felt a wave of disgust in their hearts.
They increasingly believed that Gu Qingfeng was a ghost god wearing human skin. It was said that ghost gods had opposite preferences to humans and liked hideous and terrifying things.
The five-hundred-pound nun's expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously tightened her collar, deeply afraid of accidentally exposing her own "beauty".
"No matter what matters you all have, none of it is more important than pulling my carriage. Now, everyone will continue deeper inside."
After saying that, Gu Qingfeng returned to the White Bone Blood Boat, and there was no more sound.
Leaving the crowd to look at each other in dismay.
He could not be bothered to care about their trivial nonsense; he was here to look for his family.
The life or death of the Chongming Immortal King was unknown. His wife, Immortal Empress Xihe, washed her face with tears every day and needed comfort daily.
Gu Qingfeng was a kind-hearted person. How could he just watch his family member's wife suffer?
Patriarch Huntian fell silent for a moment before he had no choice but to call on everyone to continue pulling the carriage on their way.
The man in animal skins was dissatisfied, however, and secretly sent a voice transmission, "Boss, are we really just going to let this kid be so arrogant? In my opinion, he must be relying on some minor abilities to put on a false front. He is just a mere Great Luo Golden Immortal; I really cannot stand it anymore."
Patriarch Huntian, however, said with a worried heart, "Did you not see his intoxicated expression when he absorbed the ghostly aura just now? Is that something a human could do?"
"Boss, maybe this kid did that on purpose to show us. He pretended to absorb a breath of ghostly aura to scare us, and then quickly retreated to the boat. Who knows, he might be vomiting blood inside right now.
If you ask me, he clearly wants to use us to scout the way for him, thereby achieving some ulterior motive."
Patriarch Huntian was somewhat conflicted, but ultimately he sighed and said, "Let us wait and see for now."
To be honest, he felt that Gu Qingfeng likely had some real capabilities.
Because in all his life, he had never seen such an arrogant Great Luo Golden Immortal.
Daring to make an Immortal King pull a carriage, is this something a Great Luo would dare to do?
Since the other party dared to do it, it proved that he did not take an early-stage Immortal King expert like himself seriously at all.
But what if Gu Qingfeng really was just bluffing? Would that not mean a dignified Immortal King expert like himself had been played for a fool by a Great Luo?
After pondering back and forth, Patriarch Huntian's eyes lit up. He thought of a solution.
Although this Senluo Ghost Realm was perilous, he had been here several times and was very familiar with the situation on the outskirts. He knew the location of an early-stage Immortal King-level ghost god.
That ghost god was powerful and very troublesome. Although Patriarch Huntian was confident he could deal with it, he had never gone out of his way to provoke it.
Because even if he could win, he would definitely end up injured, and being injured in this Senluo Ghost Realm was not a good thing.
Now, however, he could perfectly use the hands of this ghost god to test Gu Qingfeng.
Thinking of this, he could not help but quicken his pace, sweeping toward that ghost god's territory.
Anyway, Gu Qingfeng's demand was to go deeper, without specifying a direction, so advancing like this would not be inappropriate.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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