Mortal: Supreme Being of the Ghost Path

Qin Han raised his hand, and the ghostly mist in his palm surged, passing through the wall without any hindrance.

Immediately afterwards, he stepped forward expressionlessly, and with a "whoosh" of black light, he disappeared from the wall.

The wall, however, remained intact, as if nothing had ever happened.

Since ancient times, ghosts have been able to pass through walls at will. Moreover, a ghost cultivator of Qin Han's level could easily send him and his physical body inside with just a little effort.

Behind the wall was a small, secret room.

It was no more than two zhang tall and only about five or six zhang long and wide. The ground was covered with a thick layer of dust, indicating that no one had set foot there for a long time.

But in the center of the secret room, there really was an extremely simple teleportation array!

The magic array was set up crookedly, and the runes carved on it were extremely crude. Compared with the other exquisite restrictions in the Void Heaven Palace, it looked like a child's scribbles.

If Qin Han hadn't already known about the existence of this formation in the original story, he might have seriously doubted whether it was some kind of abandoned formation.

Qin Han paused for a moment, not rushing to step onto the teleportation array.

With a thought, he took out the storage bag of the Ghost King Sect's young master from the cauldron world, took out a few spirit stones, and quickly installed them in the grooves on the four sides of the teleportation array.

"Buzzing—"

With a low humming sound, the surface of the magic circle lit up with a faint glow.

The rough runes were lit up one by one, emitting a soft glow.

Qin Han took a deep breath and stepped into the magic array.

A flash of white light appeared, and when his vision returned to normal, Qin Han found himself standing in a light mist.

The mist was not as chilling and biting as the Ghostly Place; instead, it was damp and warm, carrying an indescribable fragrance that wafted towards one's face, instantly invigorating the spirit.

Qin Han's gaze sharpened slightly as he looked ahead.

A milky-white pool, more than ten feet in size, appeared about ten feet away in front of them.

The white mist and fragrance emanated from this pool.

However, what surprised Qin Han slightly was not the pool water, but the person in the pool.

He then saw a naked body floating in the water, its back to him, in a playful pose.

Her exaggeratedly voluptuous curves, her fair and radiant skin, and her long, black, lustrous hair that cascaded down to her waist all indicated that she was a beautiful woman in the prime of her life.

This woman is Yuan Yao!

Just then, the woman in the pool seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around.

The moment Yuan Yao saw who it was, her face turned deathly pale.

Of course she recognized that face! After all, the memories of the Ghostly Land were still vivid in her mind, and now that this old ghost had suddenly appeared here, how could she not panic?

Moreover, this is under such circumstances.

Amidst the panic, there was also an indescribable sense of shame.

Yuan Yao instinctively crossed her arms over her chest and shrank into the pool, leaving only her head above water. Her beautiful eyes stared at Qin Han warily and nervously, her lips trembling slightly.

Qin Han looked down at the woman in the pool, a slight smile playing on his lips, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery:

"Isn't this the little kid we encountered in the first level? Why is he leisurely playing in the water here?"

As he spoke, he walked straight out of the teleportation array, his gaze sweeping around the secret room.

But after looking around, they couldn't find any trace of the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk.

Apart from this teleportation array and this pool of milky white spiritual spring, there is nothing else in this secret chamber, but the original text clearly mentions that the ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk is located here.

Qin Han's gaze returned to Yuan Yao, and he spoke slowly, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable chill: "Do you want to die, or do you want to live?"

Yuan Yao huddled in the pool, her face deathly pale, her voice trembling slightly:

"What... what do you mean by that, senior?"

Qin Han was too lazy to waste any more words with her and said directly, "Take out the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk."

Yuan Yao bit her lip and forced herself to say:

"This junior...this junior doesn't understand what you're talking about, senior. There's only this one pool of spiritual spring water here; there's no such thing as ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk..."

Upon hearing this, Qin Han's gaze turned icy cold, and his tone became chilling:

"You'd better do as I say, or else—"

Suddenly, he raised his hand, and an extremely terrifying suction force burst forth from his palm, lifting Yuan Yao directly from the pool!

A cloud of ghostly mist, emanating a chilling aura, swiftly transformed into a chain as thick as an arm, gripping Yuan Yao's neck tightly and lifting her abruptly into the air.

She instinctively reached out with both hands to grab the wisp of ghostly mist, but she couldn't grasp anything, only feeling an increasingly heavy sense of suffocation.

Her full breasts, alluring curves, and shapely figure were all exposed to Qin Han in this pose.

Qin Han's gaze fell on Yuan Yao's exquisite figure, and he was suddenly startled.

This woman is truly a rare beauty!

The description of her in the original work is entirely accurate.

Qin Han remained silent for a moment before withdrawing his gaze. He silently formed a hand seal with his other hand, a faint blood-red light swirling around his fingertips.

At the same time, the ghostly claw gripping Yuan Yao's neck suddenly increased its pressure.

"Well--"

Yuan Yao's face showed pain, and she let out a difficult groan, her legs kicking weakly in the air.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qin Han silently injected the blood-red light from his fingertips into Yuan Yao's body.

Yuan Yao trembled slightly, but she didn't notice it at all.

Qin Han sneered inwardly, withdrew the ghost mist, and put Yuan Yao down.

But then Yuan Yao fell to the ground, clutching her neck and coughing violently, gasping for breath.

She was soaking wet, her curves fully exposed, but she didn't care about shame. She just stared at Qin Han in terror, her eyes filled with fear.

Qin Han's gaze was icy, and his tone remained indifferent, though it had softened somewhat compared to before:

"Don't blame me for forcibly taking your spiritual milk. As compensation..."

His gaze fell on the tightly closed stone door in the corner of the secret chamber. "I can help you break the seal on that stone door and obtain the Soul-Nourishing Wood inside. But there's a condition: I want a section of the main root. Do you have any objections?"

Yuan Yao was stunned.

How did this old ghost know that the treasure behind that stone door was the Soul-Nourishing Wood?

Moreover, she thought she was going to die today, but she never expected that this old ghost would actually... be discussing things with her!

But what she didn't know was that Qin Han had his own plans.

Yuan Yao is still very important to him.

This woman would later have intricate connections with the Netherworld. For a ghost cultivator like her, the Netherworld was a veritable paradise.

In the original story, Yuan Yao met Han Li at a certain point in time, and then the ghost mist appeared, so he had to go there.

Therefore, he let the woman off the hook and even spoke to her in a consultative tone.

The reason for doing this was largely to avoid altering the trajectory of her fate.

Otherwise, given his methods, he could simply kill and rob the treasure; why go through all this trouble?

As for the Soul-Nourishing Wood, he naturally knew what this woman wanted it for—nothing more than for her senior sister, to stabilize her soon-to-dissipate soul.

If he forcibly seizes the Soul-Nourishing Wood behind the stone gate, causing his senior sister's soul to dissipate, it will ultimately affect his own plans.

Not worth the candle.

However, Qin Han was no saint either.

He had already planted a tracking restriction into Yuan Yao's body while she was off guard.

This restriction is extremely well hidden, and with her cultivation level, she cannot detect it at all. In the future, no matter where this woman is, as long as he carefully senses her location, he will be able to clearly find out her position.

"What?" Qin Han raised an eyebrow slightly when he saw Yuan Yao remain silent. "You don't want to?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao suddenly realized what was happening. After considering it carefully for a moment, she quickly shook her head, her voice hoarse:

"Since you are willing to help, senior, then I thank you in advance. This is a small half-bottle of ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk that I just obtained here, which I now offer to you as well..."

This woman was good at assessing the situation. Seeing that Qin Han wouldn't really kill her, she quickly and consciously took out the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk.

Qin Han hummed in agreement, took the jade bottle, and then turned and walked towards the stone door.

"Get up and get dressed."

Yuan Yao then realized that she was soaking wet and disheveled. Her face turned red with embarrassment, and she hurriedly turned her back, took out a set of clean clothes from her storage bag, and changed into them in a flustered manner.

Qin Han was already standing in front of the stone gate, raising his hand to press against the cold stone surface, carefully sensing the restrictive power flowing within, pondering a way to break it...