The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

"Clearly, ghosts are not entirely hopeless cases, Lord Divine Monarch! At least this Qiu Niang is not one." Ning Xiaoxian first offered a smile, then lightly sighed and said, "Has she not turned into an Evil Ghost and gone down to the Underworld to prepare for reincarnation?"

"I don’t know."

She was slightly taken aback: "Wow, there’s actually something you don’t know?"

Her expression was too fake, so Changtian couldn’t help but lift her delicate chin and gently kissed her: "I’ve never been to the Underworld. That question, you should ask Yin Jiu You."

With their lips intertwined, she could only transmit her voice: "You don’t blame me for fooling around again like this?" They could have gone directly to Red Ghost Mountain, but she was curious about the ghost village at the Wu Family’s granary, so they detoured a little to investigate. Unexpectedly, they encountered Qiu Niang. In Songjiang City, Changtian had already ordered his subordinates to investigate the origins of the Wu Family’s granary; this legend was widely spread locally, and when the Yan Family moved to Tu Xin, it was partly due to fearing gossip, which the Immortal Sect could easily probe into.

"You know you’re being foolish?" He hummed lightly, yet sucked deeply, "Forget it, it’s just one time accompanying you to fool around."

The big gray wolf was about to wag its tail. She gently pushed him away: "Let’s go, we should head to Red Ghost Mountain now. This is just its outskirts, and the Earthly Evil Qi is already so intense. I truly wonder what the interior of Red Ghost Mountain looks like."

"Hey." Her eyes darted around, "If ghosts are so greatly affected by the evil Qi, then what about Yin Jiu You? After all, isn’t a Soul Cultivator just a stronger soul?"

"Good thought, but don’t view him lightly." He ruffled her fine hair.

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Is this Red Ghost Mountain? She gazed around.

A year ago, flying from the Zeng Family over Gobi Beach, then arriving in Songjiang City, she spent the better part of the day controlling the Jade Boat. Now this journey was undertaken by Changtian himself, the speed was unreasonably fast. It truly is... goods are thrown away when compared, people die when compared.

They’re heading straight for the giant crevasse location given by Miluo. Mr. and Mrs. Zeng had introduced before, the name Red Ghost Mountain actually comes from a long-standing tradition, but it doesn’t live up to its name. The mountain’s terrain is very gentle, although the mountain range is wide, there are no rugged cliffs difficult to climb or ravines like Eagle’s Sorrow Gorge. Even at the narrowest point on the ridge, it can accommodate several horses side by side. To her, it resembles Mount Tai; just based on its shape, endless and unbroken, with virtually no interruptions.

Of course, this was Old Man Zeng’s statement, referring to half a year ago.

Now they’re flying high above, gazing down on Red Ghost Mountain, the scene is vastly different from what they imagined.

Standing from a height of ten thousand meters, Red Ghost Mountain’s main ridge resembles a shrunk head and waving tail, yet simultaneously like a large gecko flaunting its fangs and claws, its pulse is ferociously sinister, far less upright and peaceful compared to looking up from the mountain’s base. Also, there are virtually no interruptions from start to finish, it can be said to hide pearls and jade, gather the wind and Qi.

Can the mountain’s belly hide pearls and jade, and also hide evil Qi? She pondered inwardly. Long ago, perhaps without underground structures for suppression, when the evil Qi surged, people named it as such?

Changtian guided her to descend to a height of over a hundred meters above ground, she immediately felt something off.

He kept observing her expression, seeing her slightly furrow her brows, he quickly asked: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Ning Xiaoxian nodded: "The Divine Power is running, somewhat sluggish. This feeling is quite strange, somewhat similar to when encountering Qing Ji in the Northwest Great Snow Mountain and having three silver needles struck into my back, though not as severe."

"We can approach closer, if it’s too uncomfortable, tell me early on." Remembering the suffering she once endured, Changtian instinctively tightened his grip on her hand.

He told Miluo he would bring her along, but it was merely a polite remark. He initially intended to come alone, but she was truly curious, wanting to witness the rare Earthly Evil Yin Vein from the legend, also relying on him having the God Demon Prison in hand, she could retreat inside at any time. Being persistently coaxed by her, Changtian relented and felt her reasoning made sense, thus he brought her along.

It’s fortunate she possessed Divine Power, far more robust than the demonic power or Spiritual Power of regular cultivators; otherwise, being within five hundred meters of Red Ghost Mountain would render anyone unwell, any closer might cause tightness in the chest and weakness in the limbs.

Currently, in the Divine Thoughts of both, the entire surface of Red Ghost Mountain was covered by a thin layer of evil Qi, indescribably strange and bizarre, and the area beneath their feet was the most intense, almost like it was erupting upward. Hence, Miluo’s life-risking information was indeed correct.