Junior Sister must ascend this time!

The Ghost King leaned back on her throne, her fingertips casually twirling the silk threads, tightening them inch by inch around the four people, but her gaze remained fixed on Yun Qing.

It wasn't until Ah Le came in that she turned her gaze to him, looking at him with doting eyes. "Ah Le, you've been running around outside again, aren't you being disobedient?"

Ah Le walked up to the Ghost King and obediently replied, "Sister, I was just curious about what kind of little ghost could cause such a commotion in the first eight levels. It turns out that, just as you said, they are very special. None of the ghosts in Youyan City can compare to them."

"Unfortunately, they don't seem willing to stay here. They even overestimated themselves and wanted to challenge my sister."

"Sister?!" Lu Xingzhou let out a sharp, explosive cry. "So you've been lying to us all along!"

He had just thought this little girl was cute and well-behaved; he had been mistaken!

Ah Le tilted his head and looked at Lu Xingzhou innocently, saying, "I didn't lie to you. Every word I told you was the truth."

She tugged at the silk threads binding Lu Xingzhou. "As for the fact that the Ghost King is my sister, none of you asked me. You're all fools who got played, so why blame me?"

Lu Xingzhou let out a "whoosh" as he was pulled, while Ah Le laughed even more happily, "The toys that sister chose are so fun, the inner city is so interesting."

"Aren't you right?" Ah Le turned his head to look at Si Mingche, who was tied to him. "What's your name? Water... Waterwheel, right?"

"Why aren't you saying anything? Didn't you have a lot of questions on the way here?"

Upon hearing what Ah Le said, Lu Xingzhou also noticed something was wrong. Si Mingche had suddenly become quiet from the beginning, which was not like him.

Lu Xingzhou stared at Si Mingche, who was only ten centimeters away from his face, and asked in spoken language, "What are you doing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt something being shoved into his hand. Si Mingche said in the same colloquial language, "Shut up if you don't want to die."

The Ghost King looked at the two silly ghosts whose faces were almost twitching and immediately lost interest. She looked at Yun Qing again and said, "I can see that you are the backbone among these five people."

"So, I can make a deal with you. As long as you stay by my side and work for me obediently, I'll release the four of them."

"Otherwise... I'll kill them in front of you first, and then we can play around slowly..."

The Ghost King's crimson lips parted, his tone incredibly alluring, making it impossible for anyone to easily refuse, "What do you say?"

"Stay by my side, and I can provide you with top-quality resources. Isn't that better than fighting your way down to the next level?"

Yun Qing's eyes were half-closed. "The conditions offered by the Ghost King are truly impossible for a ghost to refuse. However..."

She looked up and smirked, "It's just that I'm a vengeful person. If someone plays a trick on me, I'll always get my revenge."

The Ghost King raised an eyebrow, finding the little devil before him even more amusing. "Oh? Is that so? Then I'd like to see how you manage to turn this place upside down on my turf."

Yun Qing chuckled, "Then watch closely."

As she finished speaking, she raised her hand, palm down, and with a clench of her fist, the Sword of No Life materialized in her hand.

Because a cultivator's natal magic weapon is connected to the master's soul, even though Yun Qing is a soul, she can still summon it.

Yun Qing gave Si Mingche a wink, "Explode!"

Si Mingche chanted an incantation, and countless explosive talismans from the ghost realm flew out of his robes, heading straight for the Ghost King and Ah Le.

At the same time, Yun Qing's Wusheng Sword sliced ​​through the threads on the four people's bodies.

The silk thread broke, and the four regained their freedom, each summoning their own natal magical artifact.

"boom!!!"

The explosive symbol detonated in front of the throne, scattering soul fire, blowing the red carpet away, and shaking the entire hall three times.

Ah Le's smile froze on her face as the talisman exploded in front of her. The Ghost King appeared just in time to stop the explosion, but the two of them were still thrown back several steps by the shockwave.

As the smoke cleared, the four stood with their swords in hand, while Si Mingche held a fan in one hand and a talisman between his fingers on the other.

A hint of panic finally appeared on the Ghost King's alluring face. "Spiritual artifacts? You're human!"

Si Mingche flicked the talisman in his hand and laughed, "Oh, you know your stuff."

"That's right, we are the direct disciples of the Seven Sects, rising stars in the cultivation world, and the future hope of the Nine Provinces."

Lu Xingzhou's lips twitched. "Brother, isn't your introduction a bit too long?"

Si Mingche said in a low voice, "How else can we show how awesome we are?"

The Ghost King straightened up and sneered, "The Ghost Emperor said before that some humans had intruded into my Ghost Clan. Was it you few? You've got some skills, managing to get by using your Ghost Clan identities until now."

She sized up the five people. "Even I was almost fooled. The only thing capable of turning a human into a ghost is probably the Soul-Separating Pestle. I never imagined that my Ghost Realm's magical treasure, lost for over a hundred years, would end up with you!"

Yun Qing: "The Soul-Separating Pestle? You're not talking about that black stick, are you?"

"So it's a magical artifact from the ghost realm. No wonder it's so useful, hitting its target every time. I almost took it back to use as a fire poker for cooking..."

The Ghost King almost lost her composure. What do you mean, a fire poker?! This audacious human actually treated her Ghost Realm's magical treasure as a fire poker!

Her face darkened. "Hand it over!"

Yun Qing: "What?"

Ghost King: "Soul-Separating Pestle!"

Yun Qing: "I didn't bring it."

Ghost King: "…………"

The Ghost King opened her palm, and a bone whip appeared in her hand. She swung the whip and roared, "You ignorant human! If you refuse to hand over, I have plenty of ways to make you!"

"It's perfect timing to take your corpses back and give Lord Ghost Emperor an explanation!"

Yun Qing smiled and said, "We will go to see the Ghost Emperor, so there's no need to trouble the Ghost King."

"However, I must pass this level no matter what, so please forgive me, Lord Ghost King!"

The Ghost King's face darkened completely. She flicked the bone whip in her hand, and dark red flames ignited along the whip.

"Fine." She said each word slowly and deliberately, "Then I'll see how you few living people get past me."

The Ghost King's current cultivation level is equivalent to the Nascent Soul stage of a cultivator. With the strength of Yun Qing and the others, they are obviously no match for her, but the five of them together might not necessarily lose.

Moreover, Yun Qing possesses something the ghost race fears most...

Although the lightning spiritual power in her spiritual root was suppressed by ghost energy in her soul form, lightning can overcome ghosts; this is her nature.

Moreover, she believed that with her current lightning power, she was more than capable of dealing with the Ghost King.

The Ghost King's bone whip pierced through the air, and dark red flames burned along the whip, turning it into a fiery serpent.

Yun Qing dodged to the side, and the Wusheng Sword slashed out horizontally. The sword and whip collided, and soul fire and purple lightning exploded, dimming the light in the entire hall.

She stared at the lightning in Yun Qing's palm, a hint of fear appearing in her beautiful eyes for the first time. "Lightning power? How could this be..."