Mortal: Supreme Being of the Ghost Path

"Father, my injuries are no longer serious," the black-robed young master replied truthfully. "My cultivation level has dropped by several minor realms, but given some more time, I will be able to recover completely."

The old man nodded, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly said, "The Demon Corpse Palace is about to appear in the world, within the next few years."

Upon hearing this, the young master in black robes' expression changed drastically, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "That place... has actually appeared in the world!"

He paused briefly, seemingly processing the news, before raising his head and nodding solemnly, saying, "One year is enough."

The old man stared at him intently, his tone still calm, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority: "From today onwards, you shall go into seclusion. I will send someone to inform you when the time comes."

He paused, his tone lowering slightly: "On this treasure hunt, you must perform exceptionally well and bring back as many magical treasures, pills, or rare herbs as possible, so that the elders can overcome their reservations about you."

The young master in black robes' expression changed slightly.

The old man continued, "You should know that you lost the Soul-Locking Tower, the Flower-Splitting Crimson Bone Ring, and the Gilded Demon Gourd from the sect that day. Those magic treasures are all important treasures of the sect. Several elders have a lot of complaints about you. You need to live up to their expectations."

The young master in black gritted his teeth, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes, but he still lowered his head and replied:

"Father, rest assured, this time I will make them look at me in a new light."

The old man grunted in agreement and waved his hand, "Go ahead."

The young master in black bowed and withdrew, his footsteps gradually fading away outside the hall.

The old man sat alone in the quiet room, his gaze fixed on the soul lamp.

"Soul-Locking Tower... Flower-Splitting Crimson Bone Ring..."

The old man muttered to himself, his voice low and slightly hoarse, and snorted coldly, "No matter who you are, if you take something from this sect, you'll have to return it with interest sooner or later."

……

Another sea area, another island.

This island is even more sinister and terrifying than the Ghost King Sect's mountain gate.

The entire island was shrouded in a layer of dark gray mist, so thick it completely blocked out the sunlight, with only a few pale rays occasionally piercing through the fog.

There are no flowers, trees, or plants on the island, only endless gray-white rocks and scattered skeletons.

The skeletons piled together included human remains, monstrous beast remains, and others whose species were completely unrecognizable. They appeared and disappeared in the mist, and at first glance, it looked like a scene from hell.

This is the headquarters of the "Corpse Fiend Sect"!

This is a ghost-path sect that focuses on cultivating divine consciousness and exorcising ghosts and controlling corpses.

Unlike the Ghost King Sect, the cultivators of the Corpse Fiend Sect rarely show themselves in public, and even in the outer seas, few people know of the sect's existence.

The sect's main hall is built inside a giant mountain in the center of the island. The hall is extremely spacious, yet it has an eerie color that appears and disappears intermittently, and the light is somewhat dim.

In the very center of the main hall, a completely black statue stands tall.

The statue was about ten feet tall, with three heads and eight arms, and a ferocious face. It was exactly the same as the "King of the Underworld" that Qin Han had seen in that cave!

Below the statue, an elderly woman is sitting cross-legged.

The old woman was dressed in a gray-white robe, her face was gaunt, her eyes were sunken, and her cheekbones were high, making her look like a walking mummy.

Her hair was gray and sparse, falling over her shoulders, and she exuded an aura of decay.

However, the spiritual pressure emanating from her body was extremely astonishing, clearly indicating that she was at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm!

Just then, an elderly man with a yellow face, also dressed in a gray-white robe, walked in from outside the hall and bowed: "Elder, news has come from the outer sea that the Demon Corpse Palace is about to appear."

The elderly woman, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened her eyes.

But her eyes were a strange grayish-white! There were no pupils, only a deathly grayish-white, which looked terrifying.

"The Palace of Demon Corpses..."

The elderly woman repeated herself to herself, her voice hoarse and low, "It's finally about to begin."

She slowly stood up and said slowly, "With the emergence of the Demon Corpse Palace, my Corpse Fiend Sect naturally cannot be absent. For this treasure hunt, our sect has been preparing for nearly two hundred years. This time, we absolutely cannot repeat the negligence of last time. From now on, I will be leaving the sect for a period of time. You will remain to guard the sect and must be vigilant against the ambitious Ghost King Sect, lest you be..."

The old woman gave her instructions in a solemn tone, and the yellow-faced old man nodded and agreed to them one by one.

Having finished explaining everything that needed to be said, the yellow-faced old man turned and left the main hall.

The old woman, however, fixed her gaze on the enormous statue inside the hall and murmured:

"By Hades... bless your disciple so that he may achieve something this time."

……

Another island.

This island is unlike any other deserted island; it is lush with trees and has a babbling spring.

In the center of the island, a simple cave dwelling is hidden in the bamboo forest, with a stone tablet in front of the door inscribed with the three large characters "Nanheju".

Just then, a streak of light rushed from the horizon and landed directly in front of the cave entrance.

When the light faded, it revealed an old man with a wrinkled face and white hair. The old man was thin but vigorous, and his triangular eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

He paused for a moment, then formed a sword shape with his fingers, a glint of light emanating from his fingertips.

"Brother Qing, how have you been?"

The old man's voice, accompanied by the spiritual light at his fingertips, transformed into visible ripples that spread in all directions, suddenly growing several times larger and echoing throughout the entire island.

"This old man, Jin Yun, has come to pay a visit!"

Three sounds in a row, each louder than the last.

At the same time, the restrictions on the surface of the cave's stone gate shifted, and an arc was automatically unfurled, causing the stone gate to slowly rise.

An elderly man in a scholar's robe emerged from the cave. He had a thin face, a long beard, and a peaceful expression. If Qin Han were here, he would probably recognize this man at a glance.

He was none other than the rogue demonic cultivator "Qingyi Jushi" who participated in the treasure hunt in the Void Heaven Palace that day!

Upon seeing the visitor, Jin Yun slightly clasped his hands in greeting and said with a smile, "Brother Qing, how have you been? I wonder how you've been lately?"

Upon hearing this, Qingyi Jushi's expression slightly hardened. He returned the greeting in a nonchalant manner, his gaze sweeping over the old man with the pig-like face. His tone was casual: "So it's Fellow Daoist Jin. What a rare guest you are. May I ask what brings you here so suddenly?"

Jin Yun waved his hand: "Just visiting an old friend out of boredom." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding beautiful mountains and rivers, clicking his tongue in amazement, "But, Brother Qing, why aren't you on Nanhe Island? Why have you come to this outer sea?"

Master Qingyi shook his head and said in a calm tone, "I'm just taking a stroll around since I have nothing else to do. Now that my lifespan is coming to an end, after spending half my life toiling away for cultivation, I just want to spend the rest of my time in peace."

Upon hearing this, Jin Yun remained outwardly composed, but he knew perfectly well what was going on in his heart.

How could this old fellow have come to the open sea just because he had nothing better to do?

Most likely, they chose to come to this outer sea to live a carefree life and avoid trouble, not wanting to get involved in the conflict between the Star Palace and the Reverse Star Alliance.

However, Jin Yun didn't expose him, but instead joked with a smile, "Brother Qing, aren't you planning to invite me into your cave for a chat?"

Qingyi Jushi glanced at him, remained silent for a moment, then stepped aside to make way for him, saying, "Please."

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