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

The Ghost King's Palace has eighteen underground levels.

Yu Luofeng stood before the newly opened stone door, his scarlet eyes narrowing.

The burst of pure Yang energy in the distance was three times more intense than Gu Qinghan's peak state three days ago.

"That's interesting."

Yu Luofeng turned her head and glanced at Jiang Yining.

She was sitting on the ice bed, covering the newly carved ghost queen mark on her collarbone with her clothes, her face so pale it was heartbreaking.

"Your white-haired lover is quite resilient."

Jiang Yining did not respond.

She lowered her head and traced the dark gold pattern on her collarbone with her finger.

His lips were pressed down, making his expression unreadable.

But her heart skipped a beat.

The Myriad Spirits Divine Tree in the dantian has silently completed the first layer of transformation of the Ghost Queen's mark.

That so-called "one-way resonance" channel.

It is being gradually expanded by the roots of the Divine Tree of Ten Thousand Spirits.

It changed from one-way to two-way.

Yu Luofeng could sense her.

But what he didn't know was that from that moment on, she could also sense him.

Jiang Yining gently pressed her finger on the pattern.

Jiang Yining slowly raised her head and looked at the golden light coming from afar outside the door.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"It's good that Qinghan is alright."

Men need competition, otherwise who knows when they'll get bored?

Yu Luofeng's face darkened.

He stepped out of the stone gate, his scarlet wedding robes fluttering in the cold wind.

The demigod's aura exploded, and the entire Ghost King Palace trembled under his rage.

……

A chilling wind howled through the main hall of the Ghost King's Palace.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine red lanterns made of human skin hung beneath the dome. The red light made the obsidian floor look like a pool of blood.

Yu Luofeng grabbed Jiang Yining's wrist and strode into the palace gate.

"salute."

The main hall was lined with high-ranking generals from the Ghost Realm. Each of them kept their heads down and didn't dare to breathe.

A muffled, loud thud came from outside the hall.

It looked as if some enormous thing had crashed into the city's protective array.

Yu Luofeng frowned and turned to look outside the hall.

"What's going on?" he demanded sharply.

A winged ghostly messenger burst into the main hall: "Report! A white-haired swordsman has broken in! We can't stop him at all!"

Yu Luofeng gave a cold laugh.

"He's really tough." He released Jiang Yining's wrist and started to walk out.

"Bang!"

The two bronze doors of the main hall, each weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, suddenly burst open.

The shattered copper pieces, mixed with extremely powerful waves of pure yang energy, swept into the main hall.

The dozen or so low-ranking ghost generals in the front row didn't even have time to scream before they turned to ashes on the spot.

The smoke and dust cleared.

A figure walked in, stepping over the wreckage.

Gu Qinghan.

His signature white robes were long since torn to shreds, stained with the black waters of the River of Oblivion and dark red blood.

Several deep, bone-revealing wounds ran across his chest and back. The flesh was rolled outwards.

He held a longsword formed from the condensed flames of the Nine Netherworld in his hand.

The sword tip pointed diagonally at the ground. Golden pure yang fire danced wildly on the blade.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the layers of ghost generals and landing directly on Jiang Yining.

"Ning'er, come here." His voice was extremely weak, yet it carried an unyielding stubbornness.

Jiang Yining's heart skipped a beat.

She could see that the pure yang energy within Gu Qinghan's body was extremely turbulent, completely overdrawing his life essence.

Yu Luofeng took a step to the side, his tall figure blocking Jiang Yining's view.

"A drowned dog that crawled out of a ditch dares to call me, the Ghost Queen, by my name?" Yu Luofeng drew the boning knife from her waist.

The blade gleamed with a bloodthirsty, eerie light under the glow of the red lanterns.

The four ghost generals, all at the peak of the True Monarch realm, drew their weapons in unison. Four powerful streams of Yin energy locked onto Gu Qinghan.

Gu Qinghan completely ignored Yu Luofeng.

He took another step.

"Stop him!" Yu Luofeng ordered.

The four demon generals suddenly attacked.

The axe-wielding demon general leaped several meters into the air. The giant axe, accompanied by a powerful wind capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, cleaved towards Gu Qinghan's head.

The gun-wielding demon general launched a surprise attack from the left, his spear piercing straight for his heart like a venomous snake.

The dual-wielding demon general blocked the right flank. The chain-hammer demon general blocked the retreat.

The combination is seamless.

Gu Qinghan didn't even lift his eyelids.

With a flick of his wrist, he swung the ice sword upwards to meet the giant axe.

"Snap!"

The steel handle of the giant axe snapped in two. Pure Yang True Fire spread along the break to the arm of the axe-wielding ghost general.

The ghost general let out a piercing scream. His entire right arm and shoulder were instantly burned to nothingness.

Gu Qinghan did not pause. Her body tilted to the right at an extremely strange angle.

The spear grazed his chest, leaving a trail of blood.

He slapped the gun barrel with his backhand.

The Nine Nether Ice Flame froze the hands of the ghost general holding the spear along the shaft, then suddenly exploded.

He killed two generals in succession.

It took less than a breath.

The one-eyed elder in the corner of the hall was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, his cane rolling far away.

He had lived for 1,500 years and had never seen someone who was seriously injured and on the verge of death be able to unleash such combat power after only a few days.

A metallic taste rose in Gu Qinghan's throat.

He forced the blood down; the effects of the Reversal Yang Pill were almost gone, and he had to finish the fight quickly.

He dragged his sword and walked step by step toward Yu Luofeng.

Black blood dripped down the hem of his clothes.

"You're asking for death." Yu Luofeng retorted.

He didn't use any fancy moves.

He raised his left hand and slapped the air with his hand.

The pressure from the semi-saint realm was like a materialized mountain, crashing down on Gu Qinghan's chest.

"boom!"

Gu Qinghan was like a kite with a broken string; she flew backward and crashed heavily into the white bone pillar behind the altar.

Three bone pillars, each as thick as two people could hug, snapped in two.

Gu Qinghan fell into a pile of broken bones.

He opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs sprayed onto the ground.

The sternum was extensively collapsed. The right hand holding the sword was unnaturally twisted.

Yu Luofeng, carrying a boning knife, slowly walked up to him.

"If you look at her even once more, I will gouge out one of your eyes; if you say another word, I will rip out your tongue."

Yu Luofeng's knife tip was pressed against Gu Qinghan's right eye, an inch above it.

Gu Qinghan did not look at the knife.

He used his remaining left hand to support himself on the ground, trying to stand up again.

Five bloody marks were carved into the hard stone slab with his fingers.

"Release them." Gu Qinghan gritted his teeth, staring intently at Yu Luofeng.

A savage glint flashed in Yu Luofeng's eyes.

He raised his hand, gripped the knife hilt, and plunged it fiercely into Gu Qinghan's neck.