"Quick, quick, quick! Stop the little immortals! We absolutely cannot destroy the Ghost Fan Tower!!"
Zhao Ji's shrill voice echoed throughout the palace.
He felt completely numb.
The three strongest offerings sent from the Offering Tower—Heaven, Earth, and Man—returned with only half a person, and that was just a small half.
The information they brought back was astonishing.
Three immortal descendants actually brought back over a hundred Pure Yang Immortal Thunder!?
According to them, once this thunder was unleashed, within several zhang, it would be filled with azure flames and thunderbolts.
No matter what kind of spells or magical artifacts you had, once touched, they would be instantly obliterated.
When he escaped, it was as if the entire Ghost Fan Tower's ghostly domain was about to collapse.
In this world, there exists the so-called "Immortal's Cave Heaven and Blessed Land," which includes Yin Lands, Ghost Lands, and Nether Lands.
The names are all filled with ghostly aura and have nothing to do with the term "immortal."
However, these are indeed the Cave Heavens and Blessed Lands for the cultivators of this world, aiding in cultivation, reducing the failure rate of spells, and providing the necessary places for refining magical artifacts and various ghostly medicinal herbs.
Yin Lands are rare, but Ghost Lands are only found in super-large magical cultivation forces like Ghost Fan Tower and Wuyou Cave.
As for Nether Lands, they are merely legendary; how could the common people know of them?
But even a Yin Land cannot be resisted by mere human strength alone.
A cultivator with ten years of practice can use a Yin Land to contend against a grand cultivator with fifty years of Dao practice.
If it were a Ghost Land, only a ghostly immortal or great demon with a hundred years of Dao practice could resist it!
The result…
Three immortal second generations with no Dao practice at all relied solely on the "little" foundation given by their ancestors to directly destroy the Ghost Fan Tower.
From the meaning of retrieving half an offering, it seemed these three juniors wanted to completely annihilate the Ghost Fan Tower's ghostly domain?
Zhao Ji was shocked, envious, jealous, and filled with immense regret.
Pure Yang Immortal Thunder!
He had only heard of it in ancient and classical texts.
A practitioner with a hundred years of Dao practice has a small portion of their Yin Qi transformed into Pure Yin, allowing them to use Pure Yin as a seed to wrap Yin Qi and form what is known as Yin Thunder.
The higher the Dao practice, the stronger the Yin Thunder.
It is said that great demons and great monsters with over two hundred years of Dao practice can even condense Yin Thunder into beads, transforming them into Thunder Beads.
However, all of this is predicated on Yin Qi, which is to say, the subtle and ethereal.
Condensing even a single Yin Thunder requires using the Pure Yin seed within the body, which is a great drain on one's vitality; it is a trump card.
Who would casually unleash two strikes? Even great demons and monsters condensing Thunder Beads is extremely rare.
One or two are given to core disciples as life-saving trump cards or as treasures for sect organizations.
Who the hell would suddenly bring out over a hundred to test their quality!?
Is this meant to erase his Tokyo Bianliang, right!?
The most critical point is that the master of Ghost Fan Tower and the Ghost Land cannot have any accidents!
Zhao Ji howled in despair, summoning the Imperial Guards, City Defense Army, and the cultivators from the Offering Tower.
He personally led the charge towards the area near the Ghost Fan Tower, where a large hole had already been broken open from the ground, and azure plasma illuminated the night sky, making it easy to find.
However, halfway there, they saw an endless stream of ghostly souls transforming into a white torrent, surging from the hole into the sky, gushing for several minutes.
Once they reached a high altitude, these ghostly souls began to dissipate.
This was not only seen by Zhao Ji; everyone in Bianliang City witnessed this miraculous scene, even the villagers outside the city.
The ignorant villagers and citizens were dumbfounded, some kneeling, some terrified, and others fleeing in panic.
Those who understood the situation, such as local gentry, landlords, urban and rural officials, and gang heroes, all changed their expressions as they watched.
Only those who truly knew the ins and outs, including royal relatives, high-ranking officials, and cultivators within the circle, were completely incredulous, staring blankly at the torrent of ghostly souls soaring into the sky.
The Ghost Land…
Was destroyed!
This was truly an utterly inconceivable scene!
Those familiar with history, or cultivators within the circle, knew just how unbelievable and terrifying this scene was.
From ancient times to the present, there have only been a handful of recorded instances of Ghost Lands being breached.
The earliest was between the Shang and Zhou dynasties, then during the time of the First Emperor, followed by the Chu-Han contention, and after that… nothing!
There are only three clearly documented instances of Ghost Land destruction in history, and each time, it involved a million bloodthirsty soldiers and the entire nation's cultivators battling fiercely, only then could a Ghost Land be destroyed.
And now?
It was not wartime, there were no million-strong armies, and no national cultivators; merely three immortal descendants actually destroyed a Ghost Land!?
Ghost Fan Tower… completely annihilated!
When Zhao Ji arrived at the gaping hole, he saw Wu Qiu, along with the other two, standing pensively at the entrance.
Zhao Ji did not ride in a palanquin but hurriedly rode a horse forward, followed by the Imperial Guards and offering cultivators.
Upon seeing the three, he immediately shouted, "How could this be? Although Ghost Fan Tower is an evil sect, how could you destroy it? And this Ghost Land, what a fine Ghost Land! How could you be so reckless!?"
Wu Qiu and Yamada exchanged glances, then he chuckled, tossing a few metallic beads in his hand, stepping forward and shouting, "Old official, are you talking to us!?"
His voice was booming, instantly drowning out the many noises behind Zhao Ji, and the entire scene fell silent.
Zhao Ji was taken aback, his face turning both green and red, but the next second, Wu Qiu actually ignored the bloodthirsty warriors around him and the dozens of senior cultivators with at least twenty years of Dao practice.
He stepped closer to Zhao Ji, speaking in a calm tone that concealed a certain anger or something else, "Old official, I will ask you one more time, are you… talking to us!?"
As he spoke, Wu Qiu suddenly threw a bead, and a distant fleeing shadow was immediately engulfed in azure plasma flames, vanishing without even a scream.
Not only Wu Qiu threw one, but Yamada and Xu Shilan also began to bombard the surrounding suspected shadows.
This area was already on the outskirts of Bianliang, near the entrance of Ghost Fan Tower, and there were no people around; it was filled with ghostly towers.
After this round of bombardment, the surrounding buildings were all obliterated, the ghostly wails ceased instantly, and the thousands of Imperial Guards were so frightened they nearly wet themselves, trembling and collapsing.
The most affected were the dozen or so offering cultivators, who without a word, immediately knelt down, pressing their heads to the ground, not daring to move an inch.
After Wu Qiu finished throwing around, he pulled out dozens of Pure Yang Immortal Thunder from his robe, then turned to Zhao Ji, his eyes filled with uncontainable killing intent.
Zhao Ji shivered all over and immediately shouted, "Immortal masters, you have done well! Killing the harvesters of life is a grave sin, intolerable by heaven and earth. You three immortal masters have done well!"
Wu Qiu slightly lowered his gaze, suppressing the killing intent in his eyes, and said, "Since we have destroyed Ghost Fan Tower, let’s conveniently destroy Wuyou Cave as well. Official, please guide us; let’s eliminate them all today."
Zhao Ji's brows twitched, but he was most aware of the situation.
At this moment, he dared not say a single word against it and immediately instructed the offerings to lead the way.
However, the next moment, in the distant night sky of Bianliang City, a vast torrent of ghostly souls surged into the clouds, while a large group of black shadows gradually retreated, directly soaring over the distant city walls of Bianliang City, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Ji stood there dumbfounded, everyone was dumbfounded, and the officials of Bianliang were dumbfounded…
The master of Wuyou Cave self-destructed the Ghost Land of Wuyou Cave, then fled with his subordinates and wealth, not daring to stay even for a moment.
"Ghost Fan Tower, Wuyou Cave… both gone? Both gone!?" Zhao Ji stared blankly into the distance.
"Are you not happy?" Wu Qiu's cold voice rang out.
Zhao Ji shivered again and immediately shouted, "The three immortal masters have cleared Ghost Fan Tower and Wuyou Cave, and have obliterated the two Ghost Lands beneath Bianliang. This is a great merit! I thank the three immortal masters on behalf of all the common people of the world!"
"I hereby confer the title of National Master of the Great Nation upon the three immortal masters, promoting them to the first rank, sharing the nation's rest, and never to be replaced for eternity!!"
Wu Qiu, Yamada, and Xu Shilan were all slightly taken aback, their faces showing astonishment.
This made Wu Qiu's killing intent slightly concealed.
He clasped his hands and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty. We have worked hard, so we will not disturb you any longer."
After saying this, Wu Qiu ignored Zhao Ji and turned to leave with Yamada and Xu Shilan, heading back to their residence.
Zhao Ji stood in place for a while, his expression constantly changing, sometimes venomous, sometimes fierce, but in the end, he could only sigh deeply, waving his hand to those beside him, and similarly returned to the palace.
When Wu Qiu and the others returned to the hall of their residence, dismissing those around them, Yamada excitedly said, "We have reached a Level Four Sanctuary! This is so easy!"
Xu Shilan shook her head and said, "It’s not that easy. This world coincidentally has Chu Minghao; with his help, we have the capital to rise. First, we had a Level Three Sanctuary, and with your Iron Refining Record, this technique cannot even bring out one ten-thousandth of your ability for the natives. With this ability, we could create N5 bombs; otherwise, how could we gain enough prestige so quickly? This kind of thing is completely non-replicable."
Yamada said boldly, "How can it not be? This dream world is our base! With enough materials and a safe environment, we can mass-produce N5 bombs. In the future, we can sweep through the Zero Point Nine and Zero Point Seven worlds!"
Xu Shilan pondered for a moment and nodded slightly.
She said, "However, the power suppression is too great; perhaps the Zero Point Six dream world will be useless, and the Zero Point Seven world is likely different as well. So it can serve as our conventional strength, but we cannot rely on it; our own strength is still more important."
The two began discussing various handmade technological weapons and technological armor, while during this time, Wu Qiu remained silent, lost in thought.
Xu Shilan asked, "Are you still thinking about what that skeleton said?"
The master of Ghost Fan Tower was a completely withered skeleton, embedded beneath the Ghost Fan Tower, formed from a mass of bones, rotten flesh, and solidified souls, which was blown out by the three of them.
The master of Ghost Fan Tower only begged for mercy, and when the three demanded he hand over Guo Jing, he was exceptionally surprised, clearly stating that Guo Jing was not his person at all.
Afterward, the three inquired about Guo Jing's Golden Power, and the master of Ghost Fan Tower revealed everything he knew about the techniques involved.
This Golden Power requires the soul of an eight-year-old child, stripping the body away, leaving only the still-active brain and spine, then using evil methods to bind the living soul with this brain and spine, embedding them into the core of the Golden Power puppet.
Only then does this puppet possess vitality and become a puppet, rather than just a pile of wood and gold.
However, according to the master of Ghost Fan Tower, the person who obtained this evil technique from elsewhere was not Guo Jing, but Zhao Ji!!
"…Although I do not fear the Zhao and Song dynasties' officials, I am still suppressed by the national fortune golden dragon, so I made a vow with him, and this technique is one of the terms of that vow."
The master of Ghost Fan Tower pleaded for mercy, "But I also know this technique is heinous, so I didn’t dare to help that Zhao Ji at all. The resentment of a child caught between life and death is the greatest, and no matter who refines it, the resentment and karma will point directly to the user. I just don’t know how Zhao Ji managed to escape this terrifying resentment, or if it was the National Master Guo Jing’s doing…"
"Or it could be bloodline replacement."
Wu Qiu keenly sensed something and immediately asked, "Bloodline replacement?"
The master of Ghost Fan Tower replied, "That is to use one's own flesh and blood as a vessel for the resentment, ensuring that the flesh and blood do not die while allowing them to endure all the torments of the human world—men as thieves, women as prostitutes—while also making them disabled, miserable, and impoverished, etc., to bear the resentment… thus one’s own self remains untainted by karma."
Wu Qiu felt a thunderous boom in his mind, as if he had been blown dumb.
The words of the master of Ghost Fan Tower echoed incessantly in Wu Qiu's mind.
He sat motionless in the hall, his hands clenched tightly.
At this moment, Xu Shilan suddenly held one of his hands and said, "Relax, whatever happens, we will solve it together. Your palm is bleeding."
Only then did Wu Qiu come to his senses.
He released his hand and saw that a shard of Huanglian had deeply pierced his palm.
Xu Shilan instructed someone to bring over hemostatic powder and boiling water to clean Wu Qiu's wound.
She looked at the Huanglian shard and said, "Is this what allowed us to sense the position of the master of Ghost Fan Tower just now?"
Wu Qiu nodded, his voice hoarse, "Huanglian shard, a trophy from the late Qing dream world, and it was also Jiu Jiu who helped me find it."
Jiu Jiu flew down from the beam; she hadn’t participated in this battle and was now hopping around on the table in delight.
Xu Shilan was taken aback by this and, while treating Wu Qiu's wound, felt as if she had thought of something, then instinctively asked, "Is it the thing that broke after the hole of the Old Mother of No Life?"
"Wait, what about the other shards!?"
Xu Shilan's face suddenly turned pale, and she urgently shouted, "Huanglian shards… this is bad! We must return to the Peace Hotel world immediately!"
"We might…"
"It's over!"
(End of Chapter)