I'm already a Great Luo Golden Immortal, how come you're only Martial Saints?

Under the moonlight, Ning Chen saw an old ox leisurely lying by the stream, slowly chewing the grass in its mouth, as if the commotion here had nothing to do with it.

Ning Chen felt a sudden sense of relief, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

When ghostly soldiers borrow a path, animals are the most sensitive. If it were ordinary livestock, they would have already run away without a trace.

This old ox dares to lie here, leisurely grazing, it's clearly...

It turns out that Laozi was still concerned about this matter and had already quietly sent down his Green Ox God.

Knowing Lao Jun's intentions, Ning Chen's entire demeanor subtly changed in that instant, transforming from slightly solemn to calm and composed.

He looked at King Yama and said slowly.

"King of the Wheel, we both serve the Heavenly Court. Why must we fight each other? Why not do me a favor and allow Ge Xuan to finish refining this batch of pills? If he succeeds and ascends to immortality, that is his destiny. If he fails, you can arrest him yourself. I will not interfere in the slightest. What do you say?"

King Yama, however, remained silent and said coldly.

"The laws of heaven and earth dictate that life and death are finite; there is no room for expediency. If the Northern envoy does not yield the way, do not blame me for showing no mercy!"

Ning Chen sighed upon hearing this and said.

"If that's the case..."

He paused, and his tone suddenly softened.

"Then please, King Chakravartin, show me something."

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden-white light suddenly flew out from Ning Chen's sleeve.

The light, round and pearl-like, slowly rose and hung before the temple gate; it was the Sun and Moon Pearl.

He nurtured the Sun and Moon Pearl day and night using his magical methods, and it has long since been restored to its original state.

This pearl is a sacred treasure born alongside the Holy Mother of the Tortoise Spirit. When its light appears, it is as if a crack has been cut open in half of the night sky, with gold and white colors intertwining and flowing, attracting the moonlight and starlight, and faintly suggesting the rotation of the sun and moon.

A commotion broke out in the Yin Soldier formation, and a faint, precious light shone from each of their black armors.

Immediately afterwards, an ancient mirror rose from above his head, its surface shimmering with light, and the patterns of the Eight Trigrams and the Four Symbols faintly appeared; it was the Golden Mirror.

As the mirror's light shone down, the yin energy in the area it illuminated seemed to melt away like snow being poured into boiling water.

The light was not dazzling, but it carried the oppressive power of the sun, like a bright sun hanging in the night.

King Yama's pupils contracted slightly, just as he was about to speak.

Ning Chen then flicked his finger. A crimson-gold ribbon flew out from his sleeve, growing longer in the wind, transforming into a golden light that swirled and danced in mid-air—it was the Dragon Binding Rope.

Although this treasure does not harm people, its swirling motion is like that of a vicious dragon patrolling the sea, causing the void to freeze and giving rise to a chilling aura.

Ning Chen's hands didn't stop; he took out a thin white jade needle from his ear. The needle swayed in the wind and transformed into a thick, white pillar, as thick as a bowl, which landed with a thud beside the stone steps in front of the temple. It was the White Jade Sky-Supporting Pillar.

The pillar is crystal clear, with faint runes flowing within it, and an immense, overwhelming aura of power that suppresses the void permeates the air.

This caused a slight commotion within the Yin army formation, with several ghost soldiers in the front row being forced to take two steps back by the oppressive aura.

King Yama's expression had changed somewhat.

His gaze towards Ning Chen was no longer as firm as before, but he still gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Ning Chen was not in a hurry. He raised his hand again, and a green gourd emerged from his sleeve, hovering above his head. The gourd's mouth drooped slightly, and golden light emanated from its interior. It was the Golden Thunder Gourd.

Although the gourd was not opened, it resembled a ferocious beast with its jaws wide open, containing thunder and fire capable of devouring the heavens and the earth, making one's scalp tingle at the sight.

Then, Ning Chen flipped his hand again, and a bead the size of a fist rolled out of his sleeve and hovered in mid-air. There was no light flowing around it, but suddenly a strong wind arose.

The wind wasn't biting, but it carried a chill that seeped into your bones, causing the ghost soldiers' banners to flutter wildly, almost making them lose their grip on their weapons.

It was the Three Flavors Divine Wind Pearl, the three flavors that made one forget the taste of meat for three months, yet it was also a divine wind that could melt away even immortal bones.

This wind is extremely fierce; if it were to truly blow, it could even scatter the skin and flesh of ordinary people.

These thousand ghost soldiers had no physical form to begin with, and were instantly annihilated by the wind.

The underworld horse beneath the throne of King Yama had already taken three steps back in surprise, and the underworld soldiers in front and behind him were also filled with fear, their spears and halberds trembling slightly.

The four red-faced ghost generals brought by King Yama could no longer bear it and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the heavenly light.

Ning Chen, however, did not stop.

With a flick of his sleeve, a banner and a sword flew out simultaneously.

In mid-air, the banner was dark and solidified blood-red, with runes appearing and disappearing, exuding an indescribable and malevolent aura. It was the Soul-Slaying Banner, which was most effective at suppressing yin spirits.

The blade was entirely black, with a cold light flowing across its edge, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, poised to strike—it was the Blood Transformation Divine Blade.

The moment these two ferocious objects appeared, the gentle elegance of the previous precious light was almost completely dispelled, replaced by a heavy, murderous atmosphere that silenced the entire temple.

King Yama felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had been struck by an invisible force.

He stared at the array of magical treasures floating in mid-air: the Sun and Moon Pearl, the Golden Mirror, the Dragon-Binding Rope, the White Jade Sky-Supporting Pillar, the Golden Thunder Gourd, the Samadhi Divine Wind Pearl, the Soul-Slaying Banner, the Blood-Transforming Divine Blade...

Each piece exudes a spiritual and auspicious aura.

Although he was one of the Ten Kings of Hell and had seen countless rare treasures, he had never seen anyone possess so many precious treasures at the same time!

He suddenly understood why, back then, even when 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals descended to the mortal realm, they were unable to defeat Ning Chen.

This person possesses numerous and exquisite magical treasures.

It's simply unbelievable.

King Yama remained silent for a long time.

Those thousand ghost soldiers had already lost their morale.

This Ningbei envoy is practically a walking treasure trove! If he really makes a move, our thousand Yin soldiers are no match for him and will perish instantly!

The anger in King Yama's heart gradually dissipated in the face of these layers of precious light.

If a fight really breaks out, he might not be able to defeat Ning Chen.

He thought he possessed the truth, but he never expected that the truth was in someone else's hands.

King Yama finally sighed, his voice a little hoarseer than before.

"The Ningbei envoy possesses a vast collection of treasures, and their power is truly remarkable... Today, I have witnessed it firsthand!"

Ning Chen stood with his hands behind his back amidst the dazzling light, his expression calm, showing no sign of smugness despite the other party's concession.

This is nothing; he has used less than 30% of all his treasures.

Ning Chen said slowly.

"King of the Wheel of Reincarnation, I have no intention of making enemies of the Underworld. However, Ge Xuan does indeed have a sliver of opportunity to attain enlightenment. The cycle of Heaven's justice dictates that we should leave him some room for maneuver. Once the results of the alchemy are revealed, whether he stays or goes will be arranged by Heaven's will. I humbly request that King of the Wheel of Reincarnation grant me this favor."