Fairy, I am truly a virtuous gentleman!

"call……"

Ning Yuan frowned, wiping the fine sweat from his temples, and sighed, "To forcefully subdue a thousand-year-old vengeful ghost with a body of refined qi is indeed too much of a strain. I haven't used this Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique for a long time, and I've become somewhat rusty. Back in the day..."

That's enough.

At this point, Ning Yuan glanced at Hong Luan, who was slumped over, her eyes vacant, and her aura emanating from her, resembling a piece of warm, pinkish-white jade. He then slowly straightened his clothes.

"We're getting closer indeed. It seems this ghost city is the real key location. But I wonder who exactly is the master of this ghost city..."

Ning Yuan's eyes flashed with a sharp glint.

The existence of the Ghost City Lord was not something he had anticipated.

Although he had the advantage of foresight, it didn't mean that everything would develop smoothly according to Ning Yuan's plan.

He was too weak; even if he could foresee the course of events, he was not qualified to directly participate in the game.

It doesn't matter.

He got involved himself so that he could deliver that fatal blow at the last moment!

...

...

The true abyss has no upper or lower, no east, west, south, or north.

But the Crimson Abyss is different. Although it is also vast and boundless and strangely extraordinary, it is still just an alien space with its own boundaries.

The ghost sedan chair, carried by the walking corpses, slowly flew to an open space.

Not far away, the crimson earth gradually disappeared on the horizon, leaving only endless darkness, a darkness even deeper than the night.

That is a void. Once you fall into it, ordinary low-level cultivators and creatures will lose their blood and energy and collapse on their own in no time. It also hides countless dangers and taboos. Even a Golden Core cultivator cannot guarantee that he can stay there safely for more than a quarter of an hour.

However, the zombies, carrying the ghost sedan chair, flew into the darkness without hesitation.

In an instant, the light of heaven and earth vanished, leaving only darkness that devoured everything.

I don't know how much time passed.

It felt like only half an incense stick had burned, yet it also felt like several days had passed.

Wisps of eerie green will-o'-the-wisp, glowing with blue and white light, illuminated a strange little town.

The three-zhang-high bronze wall exuded a chilling aura.

A large black iron gate stands before you, with a hideous, terrifying monster with a huge mouth carved on it.

As the ghost sedan chair drew ever closer, the giant-mouthed monster seemed to come alive. Its body slowly stretched out on the inner surface of the door, wandered around for a moment, looked down at what was in front of it, and made a hoarse and unpleasant sound.

"Those who have not received the hand seals of the Nine Great Venerables are not permitted to enter; those who disobey will have their souls scattered!"

The giant-mouthed monster threatened.

However, a long, blood-red sleeve flew out from the sedan chair and slammed hard against the black iron gate.

The giant-mouthed monster cried out in pain, as if it had been struck in a vital spot.

A chilling, menacing voice rang out.

"Gatekeeper, don't you even recognize my car?"

Upon hearing this sound, the giant-mouthed monster on the black iron gate trembled.

"So...it was Lady Luan! It was this brat who offended Your Excellency!"

A moment later, the city gate slowly opened.

"snort!"

A cold snort came from the ghost sedan chair, and then the four wooden walking corpses started moving again, riding on the yin energy and flying into the city.

Ning Yuan nestled in Hong Luan's arms, using the dense yin energy emanating from her to conceal his own life force, while peering out through the gaps in the carriage curtains.

Is this what a ghost town is like...?

The city was neither grand nor vast, yet it exuded an eerie atmosphere.

As you walk back and forth, the streets and alleys are arranged in a neat and orderly fashion, and the architectural layout makes it look like an ordinary small town.

It wasn't just the buildings, but also the numerous pedestrians!

Many figures walked along the road, brushing past each other in a bustling crowd.

Porters, merchants, young masters and ladies, servants and maids...

People of all ages and genders, dressed in all sorts of outfits, were chatting, their faces full of expressions and enthusiasm.

No matter how much he imitated human life, in Ning Yuan's eyes, all that remained were ghostly shadows!

There is no sunlight in this world; all light comes from the ghostly flames that float in the air.

The pale green and blue-white firelight shone on the faces of these ghostly creatures, reflecting a bloodless, ashen white complexion and revealing the very things they were trading.

The bare-chested butcher hung a steaming hot blood sausage around his neck, and with a swift stroke, chopped a human limb into minced meat.

With a stiff smile, a vendor sitting on a small stool on a street corner sells bloody eyeballs strung on wooden skewers to children with innocent faces.

The burly man, laughing loudly in the tavern, grabbed the shoulders of the gambler in front of him, ripped him in two, and swallowed the bloody, pungent, scarlet liquid from his cup...

Fire illuminates the dark sky, and stems drip with blood-red jade.

Ten thousand ghosts roam freely, day and night!

As the ghost sedan chair entered the city streets, the ghosts seemed to be much smarter than the giant-mouthed monster on the city gate. Upon seeing the walking corpse, they all gave way, their eyes filled with awe.

"Heh, it's quite lively..."

Inside the sedan chair, Ning Yuan remained calm. Even though he might be devoured by countless ghosts if he revealed even the slightest trace of human presence, he showed no panic. He simply held his breath, focused his senses, and gathered information.

Just then, Ning Yuan noticed the conversation between two gossipy people in the teahouse.

"Hehe, thanks to the intervention of all the Venerable Ones, we'll be able to have a feast at this Great Blood Sacrifice!"

"Yeah, sigh, if those cultivators didn't come down every five years, but once a year instead, we wouldn't have to wait so long."

The long-tongued ghost, dressed in blue, slowly sipped the hot tea in his cup, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and said calmly, "Speaking of which, this year's blood offerings are exceptionally plentiful. The Blood Butcher in the east of the city has set up three large stalls, hanging fresh human legs and arms every day, making me extremely envious."

The long-tongued ghost opposite him put down his teacup and couldn't help but sigh, "Yes, the nine Venerables must have gone all out this time, but being so arrogant, I wonder if it will attract the attention of the array spirit."

"What's there to worry about? We've made it through so many years, don't worry, this time will be the same as before... Look, Madam Luan is already back, I wonder how much she's gained..."

Hearing this, Ning Yuan withdrew his senses and thought to himself that it was almost exactly what Hong Luan had said.

The ghost city is jointly controlled by a mysterious city lord and nine venerable ones.

These nine Venerable Ones, like Hongluan, are just one step away from breaking through to the Fiend Ghost Realm. Even the weakest among them has a thousand years of cultivation.

Just then, a cold wind blew across the street.

With a burst of evil laughter, a red-horned blue demon several meters tall suddenly appeared in the center.

Several wandering souls that couldn't dodge in time were immediately trampled underfoot. A pair of large hands scooped them up without a care, threw them into their mouths, and swallowed them in a few bites as if they were chewing beans.

The red-horned green demon grinned, "Madam Luan, you're finally back. I've been waiting for you for so long."

Hongluan's indifferent voice came from behind the purple veil.

"Red Oni, what do you want by blocking my ghost palanquin?"

Just as the red-horned green demon was about to speak, his nostrils twitched slightly, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he said in a chilling tone, "Let's put aside other matters for now. Madam Luan, why do I seem to smell the scent of a living person coming from your sedan chair?"

The terrifying yin energy extinguished the will-o'-the-wisps, turning nearly half of the ghost city into a sinister and eerie place.

Countless blood-red shadows surrounded the Crimson Demon's massive, muscular body, emitting mournful howls as if on the verge of death.

Upon hearing this, all the ghosts in the ghost city turned their gazes away, their murky, ugly eyes filled with malice and greed.

To everyone's surprise, Hongluan calmly and proactively lifted the sedan curtain.

"My Lady Luan has devoted herself to the Ghost City for many years. It's rare to encounter such beauty. What's wrong with taking her as a concubine and enjoying her?"

Do you have a problem with that?