Each of the nine dragon maidens possesses extraordinary abilities.

Oh, and there's the so-called strongest person in Qingzhou, the Hermit Hermit. What a joke! She actually has the nerve to say that she forced Ji Cheng away? Doesn't she know whether she forced him away or not? A gambling addict who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun in his younger days, and she calls herself the strongest?

Anyway, Qingzhou is rotten from top to bottom. If the Ghost King were to be reincarnated in Qingzhou, he should just commit suicide and be reborn in the next life.

Such abstract places should be conquered and managed uniformly as soon as possible. The Ghost King had long wanted to conquer Qingzhou, but firstly, the Jiuyi Sect was guarding it very closely, and secondly, the Three Gods of Youzhou did not allow it. They did not like to conquer and preferred to stay in Youzhou.

There's nothing we can do about that.

Although the Ghost King has his own trump cards, he cannot reveal them just because of the conquest of Qingzhou. Besides, he became the Ghost King by relying on the protection of the three gods, so there is no need to openly defy them.

Moreover, he grew up listening to the stories of the three gods during his childhood. Even if he did not follow the path of faith, he prayed more or less during his childhood.

If the three gods say they won't fight, then they won't fight. Starting a divine war requires not only the consent of the agents, but also the consent of the gods themselves.

Even if the gods don't intervene, the powerful individuals at the Dao-I-One realm often only exchange blows, with their subordinates dying one after another, but the strongest ones are always the same people.

The Ghost King looked at the mechanical contraption below and sneered. Whoever was controlling this contraption, did they think that this would prevent them from being harmed?

That would be underestimating the Ghost King. After so many years of cultivating magic, he is most proficient in methods such as soul manipulation and curses. Using magic to create mechanisms to find the master and attack them is not difficult for him.

“Emperor of Qingzhou, you say you know who destroyed the Netherworld Curtain. Since you know, then speak.”

"Your Majesty, please dismiss your attendants so that I may reveal the man's name."

The Ghost King frowned deeply.

"You can transmit your voice to me," the Ghost King said.

"Even telepathic communication can be eavesdropped on. Your Majesty, please dismiss your attendants and set up a shielding array," the robot said.

It is indeed possible for a telepathic message to be eavesdropped on. The Ghost King's apparent realm is the Dao-Holding Realm. Anyone who could eavesdrop on him must be at least a powerful being at the Dao-Self Unity Realm or a divine agent with authority.

The fact that the Qingzhou envoy is so vigilant and cautious suggests that an unexpectedly powerful figure has infiltrated the Ghost King's inner circle.

No matter what the Qingzhou envoy's intentions were, the Ghost King was willing to grant them, since it wasn't a difficult matter.

"I agree to your request."

The Ghost King waved his hand, and all the guards around him retreated into the shadows. At the same time, the shielding array was quickly set up, leaving only the two of them inside.

it's OK now.

The Ghost King raised his hand and said, "My patience is limited. Envoy of Qingzhou, I hope you are not playing me for a fool."

"So what if I'm just messing with you?"

The robot suddenly raised its voice and abruptly changed its expression. It pounced on the Ghost King and detonated itself while the Ghost King was completely bewildered.

boom.

It blew the Ghost King a whole bunch of shit.

The shielding array immediately sounded an alarm, and the guards rushed in, only to be dumbfounded as they watched the Ghost King turn into the King of Shit.

"How dare you!!!" The Ghost King immediately used a cleansing spell to clean his entire body, grabbed the robot fragment, and used magic to track down the person behind it.

He was just about to curse the mastermind behind it all when he was shocked to discover that the mastermind had committed suicide.

"What......." Even the well-informed Ghost King couldn't react for a moment.

However, he confirmed the other party's location: the Langya Gang in Qingzhou.

No, are the people of Qingzhou sick? Someone dies, and then that person blows up their own excrement?

Damn it, he still hasn't killed enough Celestial Venerable's agents. Are these guys just bored out of their minds? Instead of hurrying up and seeking revenge in Zhongzhou, they come here to provoke him. Does he really look so easy to bully?

This is outrageous! This is outrageous!

"Brother, there seem to be words on this," the guard next to him reminded him.

Only then did the Ghost King notice that the fragments of the mechanical artifact were engraved with special characters. He put on protective gear, squatted down, and pieced them together, managing to cobble together a few sentences.

Actually, I really know who destroyed the Netherworld Curtain, but I'm not telling you, hehehe (makes a face)

Note 1: The way you squatted down and stuck your butt out to piece it together was hilarious.

Note 2: Why do you hate Qingzhou people so much? What have we Qingzhou people done to you?

Note 3: You hate Qingzhou people so much, yet you still found a Qingzhou person as your Daoist partner. Hey, didn't you know? Didn't your wife tell you she's from Qingzhou? Really? You didn't know?

The Ghost King took a deep breath and stood up.

"Langya Gang, very well, I'll remember you." The Ghost King stomped on the ground, black flames erupting from his foot.

However, he was already beginning to waver. The Ghost King truly didn't know the Queen's background, and she was unwilling to tell him. Over the years, he had never asked any questions.

If we've agreed on a lifetime commitment, then it's a lifetime commitment. Why ask those meaningless questions?

“Brother, sister-in-law…” A guard beside him looked at the Ghost King.

The Ghost King tossed a spirit stone to each of his guards. "Thank you for your hard work, brothers. You can all go now." He paused. "I'm going to the Queen. Don't talk about what happened today, especially don't let those three agents know."

He still intended to find out the truth. If the other party went to such lengths and risked their life just to create a rift between him and the Queen, then the Ghost King could only say that the person behind the scenes was overthinking things.

Over the years, he and the Queen have remained devoted to each other without ever having any doubts. They have overcome countless dangers and escaped death many times. The Ghost King did not inquire about her background, simply because he felt it was unnecessary. This does not mean that anything would happen if he asked the Queen.

"How ridiculous," the Ghost King thought, "he didn't even walk to the Queen's palace, but instead rushed there in an instant."

A waterfall cascading from Heavenly Lake served as the entrance. As the Ghost King passed by, the water parted automatically, allowing him to step inside and immediately feel a familiar sense of security. The earthen-yellow decor, like the color of the earth itself, was both familiar and comforting. The main hall featured cultivated land, laden with spiritual grains, already harvested, filling the hall with fragrance. The five-story structure had vines cascading down from the top, blooming with small white flowers.

The Ghost King stood there waiting for a long time before finally transmitting his voice: "Madam, are you still cultivating?"

The vines moved in unison, causing the small white flowers to sway from side to side, as if urging their loved ones to go upstairs.

The Ghost King instantly appeared in the doorway of a room. The moment he appeared, the door creaked open, revealing sunlight, green grass, and books. A woman in a long robe sat by the window, her long hair falling to her feet. She closed her book, serene and beautiful, with an orchid beside her.

This was his Daoist partner.

In the dimly lit Youzhou, only this place was sunny and comfortable. The Ghost King stepped in and stood in the sunlight.

Purple orchids bloom here... The woman's appearance has not changed over the years. Her cultivation has been stuck at the Dao Enlightenment Realm for a long time, and she may never have hope of reaching the Dao Mastery Realm in this lifetime.

He was already very familiar with his wife's appearance, but he was still taken aback when he got closer... Yes, the characteristics of Qingzhou people are quite obvious. The Ghost King was stunned, not because he was surprised by his wife's appearance, but because he was surprised that he hadn't recognized her after all these years. This was the face of the Qingzhou people that he hated the most.

Indeed, the characteristics of Qingzhou people are very obvious.

The Ghost King rubbed his face and stared at it again. This time, he saw many faces on that face, but they were all faces of people from Qingzhou that he remembered.

The woman blinked, puzzled, as the Ghost King kept staring at her. She could clearly see the confusion in her husband's expression.

Since becoming the Ghost King, he hadn't been confused for a long time. So what was making him confused? It must be something he hadn't expected. And it was related to her, especially her appearance.

The woman understood.

Someone must have told her husband that she was from Qingzhou.

The husband's confusion is probably due to this matter.

Seeing that the Ghost King remained silent, the woman took the initiative to ask, "How is the matter of the Underworld Curtain being handled? Is the injury of the White Mountain Ancestor's proxy any better?"

The Ghost King regained his senses and said, "The Underworld has not yet investigated clearly. The White Mountain Ancestor's proxy... he was tainted by death energy, but it has been cleansed."

The woman nodded and smiled, appearing gentle and obedient.

The Ghost King said, "Bei Feng, I haven't asked you about this in all these years. Of course, it's okay if you don't want to tell me."

His gaze lingered on her face again. Right? Actually, it wouldn't have been a problem to say it, but he hesitated, so much so that he didn't call her "Madam" but called her by her name.

He paused for a moment, then said, "You've never told me about your family. Tell me about it."

Bei Feng replied, "I come from Qingzhou, a descendant of the Azure Phoenix. I fled here during the chaos of the Shang Dynasty's internal strife, and that's when I met you." That was all he said.

The Ghost King cursed inwardly and asked, "Qingluan... is that Qingluan?"

Bei Feng nodded: "Yes, I am a descendant of Lord Hengjun, his messenger."

The Ghost King's thoughts were filled with even more turmoil. At this moment, his mind was racing with more complex and conflicting ideas. On one hand, he wondered how it could be a descendant of the Azure Phoenix, and on the other hand, he wondered what would happen if a child was born—would it be a bird or a human? Surely it wouldn't be a bird-human?

Bei Feng asked, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

The Ghost King then said, "That's all for now. I didn't expect you to be from Qingzhou, and I certainly didn't expect you to be a descendant of the Azure Phoenix. Heh, then I've really hit the jackpot."

Bei Feng said, "Don't say that. You don't need to be confused. Just tell me if you have anything to say." She said, "I will always guide you when you are confused. That was true then, and it is true now."

Smacking his lips, the Ghost King said, "For a moment, I don't know what to say. Speaking of which, you're also a descendant of a divine beast, so how come you're not as powerful as the guardians of the Nine Peaks Sect?"

Bei Feng smiled and said, "They are descendants of the Dragon God. There is a difference between a god and a messenger. However, although I cannot use my powers like they do, I still have very powerful abilities."

The Ghost King asked, "What?"

"Keep it a secret." Bei Feng stretched out his finger and tapped the Ghost King's forehead.

The Ghost King touched his forehead: "Well done, Madam is amazing. After all these years, you still have trump cards I don't know about."

Bei Feng said, "Isn't this more interesting? When two people get too close and know too much, they will get hurt. This is just right."

The Ghost King had nothing to say, so he recounted everything that had happened that day. The sunlight shifted slightly as he lay on Bei Feng's long, slender lap, surrounded by the scent of orchids. Bei Feng gently massaged him while he pondered.

Qingluan is the messenger of Lord Hengjun, guiding those who are lost, and this time is no exception.

The Ghost King asked, "Does Madam have some suspicions?"

Bei Feng nodded: "Yeah, a little bit. At least I know that this was definitely not done by the Langya Gang. They're not that bored."

The Ghost King didn't speak; he was too embarrassed to admit that he genuinely thought they were just that boring.

Bei Feng continued, "The mastermind is clearly trying to frame you. He knows perfectly well that your magic can pinpoint your location, so he deliberately stayed with the Langya Gang and even committed suicide to make you confirm that this is what they did."

The Ghost King said, "Madam, do you mean that the mastermind wants to provoke conflict between me and the Langya Gang? What's the point of that? Are you willing to risk your life for this?"

Bei Feng smiled and tapped his forehead again: "There are so many powers in this world, and so many strange and wonderful spells. Who knows if he is really dead or not? Regarding death, don't forget that we have such a god in Youzhou."

Besides the three gods who are publicly known, there is also the most mysterious deity who is opposed to the True Lord of Life-Giving Virtue of the Nine Peaks Sect.

"That's unlikely. I can confirm it; he's really dead, his soul has been completely scattered," the Ghost King said with certainty.

He might not be a high-level cultivator, but the Ghost King was very confident in his research on souls, curses, and magic. He was 100% certain that the other party was dead.

Bei Feng said, "I believe that. The other party may really be dead, but even if he is really dead, it may not affect him."

The Ghost King said, "I don't quite understand what you mean, Madam."

Bei Feng thought for a moment and said, "Power is the authority of the gods. If the other party has a power with extremely high priority, which can even affect cause and effect, then even death is not a problem. Because it is reasonable."

The Ghost King was confused: "I don't quite understand power. Well, anyway, what Madam means is that this mastermind is willing to use power to annoy me, just to provoke conflict between me and the Langya Gang of Qingzhou?"

Bei Feng looked at the Ghost King, and they exchanged glances. Suddenly, Bei Feng said, "No, you and the Langya Gang already have a conflict, which is an open secret. Their actions are to prevent something from happening. Let me think... Yes, they did this to prevent something from happening next. For example, if the real Langya Gang envoy comes to you and tells you about the true culprit of the Underworld Curtain, even if you believe it, you will probably have more doubts in your heart."

The Ghost King suddenly shuddered. Long ago, when he was deeply embroiled in conspiracies and intrigues, Bei Feng would expose a plot, and he would react like this.

The same thing happened this time. So the Ghost King realized that his wife was right, but the constant trembling meant that she was right, but not entirely right.

Bei Feng patted his back, "It's alright, I'll stay with you." She soothed the Ghost King's tension. "I haven't figured out the rest yet, but no matter what, we've at least uncovered one of their motives," Bei Feng said.

The Ghost King said, "That's good. With you here, we'll be able to uncover their true intentions sooner or later."

"With you around, I never get to eat a chicken leg."

Jealousy got excited when she heard Lu Yueyuan say that, and she jumped onto Lu Yueyuan's bed again, using chopsticks to pick up chicken wings from Lu Yueyuan's food box.

Gluttony was gone, and so was arrogance. Today, they were all discussing with the Langya Gang the promotion of the Holy Emperor's faith, so no one cared about jealousy. She didn't restrain herself at all and acted like a king in Lu Yueyuan's presence.

Once she raised her chopsticks, it was as if a thousand troops had been mobilized, reaching into Lu Yueyuan's bowl without any hesitation. The more Lu Yueyuan talked, the more excited she became. The first was a chicken leg, the second a chicken wing, and the third a chicken heart and liver. All the good food was hers. Lu Yueyuan had the Emperor's favor, and she had Lu Yueyuan's favor.

However, she hadn't been acting recklessly for long when Jing Xingzhou strode in imposingly.

"Brother Lu, take a look at this." Jing Xingzhou handed the talisman to Lu Yueyuan. "It was sent from the Ghost Palace of Fengdu. The Ghost King wrote it himself. Do you think he's crazy?"

He paused, only then noticing Jealousy, who was perched on top of Lu Yueyuan with her butt sticking out: "Excuse me, did I disturb you?"

Lu Yueyuan put down the food box he was holding, stuffed it into Ji You's arms, shooed her away, and said to Jing Xingzhou, "Don't worry about her, she's just stealing my chicken."

He took the talisman from Jing Xingzhou and read it carefully.

It was indeed the Ghost King's spiritual energy. The talisman contained no substantial content; it was filled with profanity and insults directed at Jing Xingzhou's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Lu Yueyuan said, "This wasn't written by the Ghost King. The author is very familiar with the Ghost King's spiritual energy circuits. It's even possible that he stole some of his spiritual energy through unknown means and then imitated his tone to write it. In any case, this is not the style of the Fengdu Ghost Palace. If they were to curse you, they would be fighting you while cursing you, and their tone wouldn't be so gentle. They would simply curse your ancestors for eighteen generations, or at least your descendants as well."

He paused, then added, "This was done by some despicable person, whose purpose was probably to incite conflict between the Langya Gang and the Fengdu Ghost Palace."

This situation is bad for Lu Yueyuan because it doesn't exist in the simulated future; in other words, new changes have occurred.

Jing Xingzhou nodded: "Yes, that's very likely. I think so too. Given the Ghost King's personality, if he's going to curse, he'll do it telepathically. Writing it down isn't his style; he's not that cultured."

The two exchanged a smile. In recent days, Lu Yueyuan and Jing Xingzhou had almost become sworn brothers, sharing a strange tacit understanding.

Jing Xingzhou said, "Brother Lu, what do you think we should do?"

"Since the author sent you a copy of this, I suppose the Ghost King will send you one as well."