Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

Black and red blood dripped from the wall onto the jade floor tiles, making a sickening "sizzle" sound.

The passage suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious area.

A patch of ghastly green will-o'-the-wisp floated in mid-air.

It illuminated a huge, chaotic underground market below.

This is the core of the Ghost Realm's underground ghost market.

There were no shops inside, only countless stalls haphazardly set up using bones.

The items displayed on the stalls were incredibly diverse and bizarre.

Bloodshot eyes, a screaming infant spirit sealed in a glass bottle, and black limbs emitting a foul stench.

The entire market was permeated with a nauseating, rotten stench.

As soon as Jiang Yining stepped into this place, the pale golden bud that had been dormant in her dantian suddenly throbbed violently.

A feeling of intense longing spread throughout his body via his meridians.

The dense, almost solidified, yin energy here is the perfect nourishment for the little flower buds.

Jiang Yining paused slightly.

She took a deep breath without making a sound.

The surrounding area was filled with Yin Sha poisonous energy that would kill any ordinary cultivator who touched it.

It silently seeped into her body, following her breath.

The roots of the Divine Tree of Ten Thousand Spirits immediately crushed it, transforming it into the purest energy and sending it to the flower bud.

"Ning'er, hold your breath." Gu Qinghan noticed her pause.

He immediately raised his hand, which was gloved with deep-sea shark silk, and placed a fragrant antidote pill near Jiang Yining's lips.

My fingertips brushed against her soft lips.

A suspicious blush instantly rose to Gu Qinghan's ears.

He forced himself to remain calm and attached his pure Yang energy to Jiang Yining's body, forming an invisible barrier.

"The yin energy here is too heavy, which will worsen the shadow poison in your body. Just tell me what you want, and I'll get it for you."

Gu Qinghan's voice was deep and resonant, conveying an undeniable protectiveness.

Although he deliberately concealed his aura, which belonged to the early stage of the Dao Inquiry Realm.

But the aura of authority that comes with long-term power.

This caused the ghost cultivators who had been greedily watching Jiang Yining to shift their gaze away.

"I want to buy one for my sister too!"

A deeply aggrieved accusation shattered this brief moment of warmth.

Yu Luofeng squeezed through from the other side of Jiang Yining.

He forcefully shoved Gu Qinghan's hand away with his shoulder.

Her stunningly beautiful face was streaked with tears.

"Sister, that old man with white hair is bullying Fengfeng again."

"He won't let Fengfeng buy things for her sister."

Yu Luofeng clung tightly to Jiang Yining's arm with both hands.

Most of her body weight was hanging on her.

It kept rubbing its red head against the crook of her neck.

That pitiful, manipulative look made Gu Qinghan's blood pressure spike.

"You mad dog, stay away from her!" Gu Qinghan's fingers twitched slightly.

Three silver needles coated with the deadly poison of the Netherworld were already caught between his fingers.

Be ready to give this shameless half-saint a good thrashing at any time.

"Alright," Jiang Yining said at the right moment.

Her voice was weak, but her eyes were extremely clear.

He reached out and gently patted Yu Luofeng's head.

"Fengfeng, be good. I was just thinking of going over there to take a look."

Jiang Yining stretched out her pale finger and pointed to an inconspicuous stall in the corner of the market.

Gu Qinghan snorted coldly, put the silver needles back into her sleeve, and followed closely beside Jiang Yining.

An old ghost with one eye was sitting in front of that stall.

Old Ghost was wearing a tattered black cloak.

He exuded a powerful aura of the peak True Monarch Realm.

In this area, this old ghost is clearly a local tyrant who is not to be trifled with.

There were only three items on the stall.

A black stone the size of a fist.

A black bone that is half broken.

And a blood-red lotus flower contained in an ice-jade box.

"The Blood Lotus of the Styx." Gu Qinghan recognized the flower at a glance.

This is an excellent auxiliary ingredient for refining top-grade Yin-attribute pills.

Jiang Yining's gaze, however, was fixed on the blood lotus.

The longing emanating from the little flower bud almost overwhelmed her reason.

"How much are these flowers?" Jiang Yining asked.

The blind old man raised his only remaining dim, yellow eye.

His gaze roamed unabashedly over Jiang Yining's figure, which was wrapped in Gu Qinghan's large outer robe.

Old Ghost grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow and black rotten teeth.

"A mere country bumpkin in the early stages of the Spirit Awakening Realm dares to ask this old man for the Styx Blood Lotus?"

Old Ghost clearly didn't recognize Gu Qinghan and Yu Luofeng's identities.

Gu Qinghan suppressed his pure yang energy.

At this moment, Yu Luofeng was teary-eyed and clinging to the woman's arm, acting coquettishly.

He didn't possess even the slightest bit of the majesty of a lord of the ghost realm.

The old ghost let out a piercing, eerie laugh.

"Little girl, your face looks deathly pale; I'm afraid you won't live more than three days."

"This Blood Lotus is worth 100,000 top-grade Yin Spirit Stones, no bargaining."

"But if you can't produce it..."

Old Ghost's eyes turned extremely lewd.

"Accompany me in dual cultivation for three days, become my furnace, and I will not only give you the Blood Lotus, but also extend your life for a few more days with my essence. How about it?"

These words were spoken.

The ghost cultivators watching the spectacle burst into laughter.

Gu Qinghan's eyes turned colder than ten thousand years of ice in an instant.

His murderous intent could no longer be suppressed.

In the palm of his hand, a ball of extremely pure, dark green flame instantly ignited.

"You're courting death." Gu Qinghan's voice seemed to come from the deepest hell.

He intended to use the Nine Netherworld Ice Flame to slowly roast and crush the old ghost's soul.

Let him wail in this ghost market for seven days and seven nights.

Gu Qinghan was about to make a move.

Suddenly, a scarlet hurricane swept up beside him.

"What an ugly thing you are, you don't deserve to have my sister keep you company!"

Yu Luofeng's voice was no longer soft and sweet.

Instead, there was a chilling, deathly aura that could freeze one's very bones.

He didn't even use any magic.

He simply and crudely raised his fair and slender right hand.

He slapped the old ghost across the air.

boom!

The terrifying physical power of a semi-saint realm cultivator erupted instantly.

Old Ghost's defensive shield, made of paper at the peak of the True Monarch realm, couldn't even last half a second.

He didn't even have time to let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Old Ghost's whole body.

Along with the stall behind him and the hard rock wall against his back.

In an instant, it was slapped into a cloud of blood mist and dust.

The terrifying palm strike continued unabated.

They plowed a huge trench, hundreds of feet long and bottomless, directly into the ground of the underground ghost market.

A dozen or so unlucky ghost cultivators who were watching the spectacle along the way were directly blasted away by the shockwave.

The entire ghost market fell silent instantly.

All the surviving ghost cultivators were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, trembling with fear.

The pressure of a demigod!

This is their capricious and unpredictable Ghost King!

Gu Qinghan's hand froze in mid-air.

He stared at the stalls that had been razed to the ground, his face ashen.

He was a step too slow again.

Yu Luofeng controlled the slap with ease.

Not a single drop of the blood mist landed on Jiang Yining.

The icy jade box containing the Styx Blood Lotus fell to the ground intact.

Yu Luofeng instantly withdrew all his oppressive aura.

He ran over there, clattering along.

He bent down and picked up the jade box.

He even took the time to carefully wipe the dust off the outside of the jade box with his sleeve.

He searched through the ruins again.

They dug out the black stone and the broken bone as well.

Yu Luofeng ran up to Jiang Yining like she was presenting a treasure.

Holding a pile of things in both hands.

Peach Blossom's eyes were filled with a desire for praise.

"elder sister."

"He's so ugly, and he even insulted my sister."

"The wind knocked him away."

"Give all these sparkly things to my sister. Please don't be angry with Fengfeng, okay?"

Jiang Yining looked at Yu Luofeng's innocent and harmless face.

Then look at that huge ravine in the distance, which looks like it was hit by a meteorite.

This green tea brother used the most innocent tone but took the most ruthless actions.

"Fengfeng is awesome."

Jiang Yining unceremoniously swept the Blood Lotus and the pile of top-grade materials of unknown origin into her storage ring.

Her gaze swept over the stall owners kneeling on the ground, trembling with fear.

"Fengfeng, I think the things on those stalls are quite nice too."

Jiang Yining pointed to several stalls in the distance that were filled with top-grade ores and spiritual herbs.

Since we've already taken action...

It would be better to carry out the procurement process thoroughly.

Yu Luofeng's eyes lit up.

"Whatever my sister likes, Fengfeng will bring it all!"

The next incense stick's time.

The entire ghost market witnessed an unprecedented zero-yuan purchase.

Yu Luofeng was like a hardworking porter.

As long as Jiang Yining's gaze lingers on the stall for even one more second.

He completely emptied the stall and all his belongings.

As for those stall owners?

Under the pressure of the demigod, they didn't dare utter a single fart and even had to kowtow to express their gratitude.

Gu Qinghan put her hands behind her back.

Watching Yu Luofeng fawn over Jiang Yining and beg for a pat on the head.

He felt a surge of blood rushing to his chest.

The yang energy of Haotian Pure Yang Skill was almost unable to suppress the nameless fire in his heart.

"What is Ning'er going to do with these cold and yin things?" Gu Qinghan couldn't help but ask.

"My constitution requires the suppression of yang energy, but I also need to use yin substances to neutralize it occasionally. This is a medical principle that the tower master taught me before."

Jiang Yining didn't even glance at Gu Qinghan before spouting nonsense.

Gu Qinghan was taken aback.

Did I ever teach such absurd medical theories?

But he noticed that Jiang Yining's complexion had become a bit rosier.

They could only swallow all their doubts.

Half an hour later.

Jiang Yining contentedly stuffed the three storage rings, which were filled to the brim, into her sleeve.

The three of them finally arrived at the end of the ghost market.

A massive bronze door, entirely made of obsidian, blocked their way.

The door is carved with a dense array of images depicting countless ghosts devouring souls.

This is the true forbidden area of ​​the Ghost King's Palace.

Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave.

The habitat of the Nine Netherworld Nourishing Soul Grass.