Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 283: Alone in the Ghost Town

Watching Qiu Chuji transform into a rainbow and disappear without a trace, the seven people followed the dissipating rainbow and continued chasing all the way up Mount Emei. One of them even lost his mind and fell off the cliff, turning into a pool of flesh.

For them, today's ups and downs are really too much of a challenge to their bottom line.

If they had never had expectations and hopes, they would not be like this. Instead, they would extinguish all possibilities with their own hands, and that kind of pain and regret would continue to gnaw at their souls.

If you have the opportunity to inherit a fortune of tens of billions, but miss the chance to be recognized as the heir because you are impolite or not sweet enough, will you often regret it and get up in the middle of the night to slap yourself twice?

At this moment, the psychological conditions faced by Li Shu, Cao Liang and others will only become more serious.

To become a disciple of an immortal is something that cannot be compared with hundreds of billions of wealth. Not to mention immortality and endless enjoyment, even in this human world, the supreme beings of all countries will treat them as guests of honor, flatter and please them to the utmost, and find ways to satisfy all their needs. They will soar into the sky and stand above millions of people.

But now... everything is like a mirage, vanishing in a moment.

"It's all your fault!"

"It's you who ruined my immortal fate...you...you have to compensate me!" Rushing to the top of a mountain, she saw the sky gradually darkening. The cold wind blew and all her delusions turned into cold sweat all over her body. An Xiaoyun rushed to the woman in yellow, grabbed her collar, and questioned her with tears on her face.

The woman in yellow also had a numb and stupid look on her face at this moment. She had no chance to become an immortal, but from her own perspective, she did not see it that way. She also regarded herself as one of the missed ones. She could even imagine how the elders in the sect would scold and blame her when they knew that she had missed the chance to become an immortal because of her harshness.

Thinking of this, the woman in yellow was also full of anger: "Don't blame me, if you really have good intentions, why don't you help the immortal?"

"I'm just your senior sister, not your master, not your master's wife, and certainly not your mother. Why should you listen to me?"

"If it weren't for your weak will, how could we have missed the chance to meet the Immortal?"

"it was all your fault!"

The two women were just arguing at first, but soon they started fighting each other.

Then the remaining two men came over to persuade them to stop fighting, but because they became angry, they were also drawn into the melee.

When fighting with fellow disciples, they gradually became more ruthless and cruel, and began to use some cruel and underhanded tactics.

Cao Liang was also furious and did not dare to get entangled with his fellow disciples. He grabbed Li Lu, who was already as tired as a dead dog. He was the one who was dragging Li Lu before, and he wanted to use Li Lu as a raft. After the immortal had vented his anger, maybe he would show mercy to him.

Now that he no longer saw the immortal, he started beating Li Lu.

Although Li Shu's face was distorted with pain, he could only make simple "ah" sounds. He couldn't say a word to beg for mercy and could only roll on the ground.

Without looking at these dirty guys, Qiu Chuji, who disappeared into the rainbow light on the other side, was actually floating in the clouds, sitting on the clouds with his eyes closed and thinking.

He knew that he had lost the first game.

Everything that happened in this world seemed to be running naturally, with his occasional intervention, but in fact it was just him and the Immortal of the South Pole playing a game with the world as the chessboard and all living beings as chess pieces.

The appearance of Cao Liang, Li Shuai and An Xiaoyun was meant to mess with his mentality.

He wanted to start a new game besides Yang Guo and place another spare piece. The Immortal of the South Pole took advantage of the situation and let people see the evil of human nature. Even a born spirit child would become ignorant and vulgar and unable to withstand the influence of fate because of the acquired seven emotions and six desires.

If it wasn't for the Nan Ji Xian Weng pushing behind the scenes, why did three of the 'destined ones' that Qiu Chuji had been waiting for for months appear at once?

Qiu Chuji wanted to be a hands-off boss and leave the task of training Yang Guo to Yang Kang, and just take care of the finishing touches himself. Even if there were further changes, it would not affect his mentality.

The Immortal of the South Pole took the opportunity to teach him a lesson, telling him not to think otherwise, but to complete his task honestly and receive education.

It has to be said that this strength and arrogance made Qiu Chuji very unhappy!
Even if I have already prepared myself mentally to accept the punishment...I still feel unhappy!

I don’t want to endure it anymore!

But how to break the deadlock?

The gap between Qiu Chuji and the Immortal of the South Pole is at least dozens of Nezha's.

Even standing in the Yuxu Bell, Qiu Chuji was just an underdeveloped innate demon god, while the Nan Ji Xian Weng had already been one of the Immortal Emperors of Heaven, controlling the Infinite.

All his calculations and calculations are just human calculations.

As for the Immortal of the South Pole, his calculations were based on heaven's calculations. How could human calculations defeat heaven's calculations?

"Well... it's not like there's no chance at all."

"Someone has made a sample!" Qiu Chuji relaxed his brows, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and then he looked solemnly into the distance.

There... Yang Guo is undergoing the last few tests assigned to him by Yang Kang.

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As the night fell, Yang Guo rode his horse towards the Qinling Mountains.

A few days ago, the Qinling Ghost King, who had always been his enemy, sent his ghost generals to injure the two ancestors and forcibly abducted Xiaolongnu, forcing him to fight in Qinling and hand over the jade sword.

Although Yang Guo knew that he was no match for the Qinling Ghost King, he had no intention of retreating.

Just riding on the horse's back, I kept screening what I had learned, gained, felt and realized in the past six months or so. My originally dark and gloomy heart gradually began to light up.

"Aunt! Wait for me, I will definitely save you!"

"Uncle Wanyan, I will not let your sacrifice go in vain. I will definitely seek justice for you this time."

In the dim light, three people stopped Yang Guo halfway.

The man in the lead looked gloomy, but there was still some yang energy left. Although he was a living person, his yin energy was like that of a ghost. He must be a eunuch.

The other two following behind the eunuch looked like they had bodies but did not look like living people. They had no breath, so they must be ghosts pretending to be the bodies of recently dead people.

With these three things blocking his way, Yang Guo was alert and secretly practiced sword techniques, but with a smile on his face: "What are you all doing here?"

"We admire your generosity, Mr. Yang, but the Jade Sword is a treasure of the Immortal Fate, how can we entrust it to the wrong person?"

"If Hero Yang is willing to give up this treasure and give it to the emperor, my Song Dynasty will immediately send out a hundred thousand soldiers to surround the Qinling Mountains and kill the Ghost King together... What do you think, Hero Yang?" The eunuch asked in a sharp voice.

Yang Guo sneered and asked, "Official? Which official?"

The eunuch immediately clasped his fists and waved towards the south: "Of course it's Taizong, Taizu..."

Hearing this, Yang Guo laughed even louder.

"You ignorant and stupid thief, you want to deceive me?"

"Song Taizu is such a great man. If he wanted to find an immortal, he should go and find it himself. Why would he make things difficult for a junior like me?"

After saying this, he slapped the horse's buttocks, raised the long sword in his hand, and slashed at the eunuch. No matter whether what the eunuch said was true or false, he would just treat it as a lie!
When the eunuch saw Yang Guo getting angry, he swung his long sleeves and a cold and strange poisonous smoke came out like a whip and pointed at Yang Guo's forehead.

The force of this whip was not enough to make Yang Guo take it seriously, but the poisonous smoke itself made Yang Guo's hair stand on end.

Obviously, this strange poisonous smoke is mixed with the power of ghosts and is no longer an ordinary mortal weapon.

After so long since the supernatural outbreak, it is no longer uncommon for people to borrow the power of ghosts or for ghosts to borrow human bodies.

Many ghosts will also manifest their power in various forms, allowing ordinary warriors to use their power to act, and adding many sinister and evil methods to this world of rivers and lakes.

Facing the howling wind and the poisonous smoke filled with evil spirits, Yang Guo drew out his black iron scimitar and slashed it down with a powerful and cold spirit of the lonely moon.

This knife seems to bring the moon from the sky into the earth, with incomparable beauty.

At the same time, this moon is not the moon in the sky, but the moon of ancient and modern times.

One can vaguely see that there are more meanings wrapped in it, as if a hint of "Kill the way and see me" is incorporated into it.

With such a blow of the sword, poisonous smoke billowed and scattered in all directions, then turned into whip shadows all over the sky and flew towards Yang Guo at the same time. The power of the whip wind was astonishing.

Yang Guo kicked the horse's belly, and the horse let out a long neigh, kicked off all four hooves and galloped forward, increasing its speed to the extreme. Yang Guo, who was sitting on its back, turned into a gust of wind, and his scimitar burst into a rain of light all over the sky, reflecting a ray of moonlight that could still be faintly seen in the sky. It was like a net of light that cut into pieces all the poisonous smoke whips from all directions, and then enveloped the eunuch.

The eunuch couldn't catch up the breath of true energy in his chest, and was chopped away by Yang Guo's sword. His chest was stained with blood, but Yang Guo showed mercy and did not cut him in half directly.

bass!
Yang Guo sheathed his sword and looked down at the eunuch lying on the ground.

"Go back and tell your master that the Jade Sword is in my hands. If he wants it... he can come and get it himself!"

After saying this, he rode away.

The two 'living dead' following the eunuch did not make a move. After Yang Guo left, one of them asked, "Why didn't you let us make a move just now?"

"If we act together, we have a chance to stop him... His scimitar can't hurt our iron bones."

The eunuch shook his head and said, "The Ghost King of Qinling is very troublesome. He has gathered many fierce ghosts under his command, which makes the nobles very uneasy. Yang Guo is just a pawn. I have to see if he has enough ability to test the true background of the Ghost King of Qinling."

"If he can't even stop me, then he might as well die in our hands and we take back the Jade Sword."

The two 'living dead' looked at each other, both revealing a strange expression.

It was two days later that Yang Guo arrived at Qinling Mountains.

The Qinling Mountains are vast, and the place where Yang Guo and the Qinling Ghost King had an appointment to fight could not be spread across the entire Qinling Mountains.

Instead, it is located in the middle section of the Qinling Mountains, a place now known as the "Nest of Ten Thousand Ghosts".

Here, the Qinling Ghost King took less than half a year to build a luxurious, psychedelic, unreal, but real ghost town from scratch.

In this ghost town, the difference between day and night is no longer clear.

The dead can walk and live in it like the living.

Before Yang Guo rode his horse to the ghost town, he looked up at the dark boundary stone under the moonlight, jumped off the horse, patted the back of this good horse, and let it leave on its own.

Going further in, it would be a restricted area for living people. If the horse followed him in, it would probably not be able to walk out alive.

With a creaking sound, the city gate made of thick locust wood slowly opened from the middle to both sides.

The air was filled with death, the gates of hell were wide open and the yin energy increased greatly. Although it was September, the weather was so gloomy and cold at this moment that it seemed to freeze the air completely.

But at this moment, Yang Guo's heart was extremely peaceful. There were endless illusions created by ghosts around him, but he ignored them all, which made those evil ghosts ashamed and angry, but they could do nothing about him.

After this period of training, Yang Guo's swordsmanship has reached another level. With various martial arts references against ghosts, he is now a completely different person.

Ordinary ghosts in front of him were no different from phantoms and no longer posed much of a threat.

Yang Guo mustered up his courage and stepped into the gloomy ghost town.

As soon as you enter the city, you will see a long staircase that extends from the ground straight into the depths of the earth. In front of you is a huge rift valley, and the pavilions and towers hidden in the gloomy air and strange clouds, and the gardens scattered among the ghost lights, all have a magnificent psychedelic color.

For the young man who steps into this place, it is like stepping from a mortal realm into the world of the dead.

Walking down step by step, with every step, Yang Guo's mind became more focused.

At the same time, the shouts and yells of the surrounding ghosts became clearer and clearer.

These ghosts seemed to be watching around, but Yang Guo didn't notice them.

Noisy and deserted, prosperous and decadent, vibrant and lifeless, such contradictory and opposing perceptions are vividly displayed in this ghost town.

Yang Guo had to admit that his mood was in a tug-of-war between excitement and timidity. Sometimes his will was high and he could kill anything, and sometimes his will was low and he wanted to turn around and leave.

This also made him walk very slowly on the long stairs.

When he finally finished walking up the 3,333 steps, he had reached the bottom of the ghost town, and saw the man sitting on the skeleton throne.

His figure was shrouded in a robe that was as thick as black smoke and fog, and his true appearance could not be seen at all.

"You are quite good. You have come all the way down from there. Not only did you not run away, but you have become even more courageous. Since you are so courageous, if you are willing to surrender and hand over the Jade Sword, I can make an exception and accept you as my first living general." Qinling Ghost King's voice did not contain any murderous intent or violence. However, Yang Guo could feel a chill deep in his bones.

"Thank you Ghost King for your appreciation!"

"If you had decided this at the beginning, I'm not sure I would have agreed."

“But now... I just want to completely turn you... into ashes!” Yang Guo said this firmly, because he lost a lot because of this so-called Qinling Ghost King.

Friends, teachers... all died because of this ghost king. How could he join his enemy out of momentary fear?
Then Yang Guo laughed again and said, “Also… have you ever told me that you have bad taste?”

"Wouldn't it hurt your butt to make a chair out of a skull?"

Yang Guo was both provoking and showing off his courage.

The sword is domineering. Without the support of the soul, it relies entirely on courage to support its strength.

At this moment, Yang Guo must not let the 'Qinling Ghost King' suppress the anger in his heart.

(End of this chapter)