Chapter 49: Should We Still Go Raid His Home?
At the foot of Mang Mountain.
Pin-drop silence. Not even a sparrow's chirp.
All the cultivators stood dumbstruck, staring with astonished eyes at the mountain that had been sliced in half.
"Is he even human?"
Commander Liu's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets from shock.
"Just how powerful is Immortal Chen?"
Elder Zhong had seen great experts before, but someone like Chen Xuan who delivered one intense shock after another—this was his first time witnessing such a thing.
Halfway up the mountain, Chen Xuan shook his head as he watched the ghost soldiers fleeing in all directions.
"These guys slip away too fast. I haven't even had my fill yet."
Zhao Youqian said with a grin: "Brother Chen, don't worry—they can't run far."
Before the words even fell, the earth began to tremble.
Pebbles on the ground bounced continuously, giving the feeling that a storm was approaching.
"Senior Brother Chen, does your sword technique have a vibration function?"
Ao Li sensed something was wrong and subconsciously asked.
"The vibration is coming from underground. Something seems to be emerging."
Zhao Youqian put away his folding fan and began searching for the source of the tremors.
Rumble!
Accompanied by a deafening roar, a column of black qi erupted like a volcano from the fissure where Mang Mountain had been split, shooting straight into the clouds.
In an instant, dark clouds once again shrouded the sky above Mang Mountain. The temperature within several dozen li dropped to zero in moments.
"This is... the Ghost King emerging!"
Ao Li subconsciously exclaimed.
Hearing these words, Chen Xuan showed not the slightest panic. Instead, he became even more excited.
He had seen this scene before. Some vengeful spirits in the Sword Tomb had made entrances like this—the kind that gave massive experience points.
"Finally, something interesting has arrived."
Before the words even faded, a tall figure with tightly closed eyes materialized in the air above Mang Mountain.
He wore a suit of black armor and held an unsheathed treasure sword in his hand.
An aura of death, chill, and nobility emanated from this figure. At first glance, he gave off a superior, high-above feeling, like a revived Underworld Emperor.
Even at the foot of Mang Mountain, Elder Zhong and the other cultivators could sense that terrifying aura.
Some cultivators with lower cultivation were directly frightened to the point their legs gave out. They knelt on the ground, not daring to look directly at this Ghost King.
"This is bad! How was the Mang Mountain Ghost King released? What should we do?"
Elder Zhong recognized the other's identity at a glance, his voice beginning to tremble.
"The King has emerged into the world!"
The Starving Ghost knelt on the ground with an excited face.
The Painted Skin Ghost didn't speak, but her face was also filled with excitement. "Yes! The King has finally appeared in the world."
"Should we go pay our respects to the King?"
As the Starving Ghost spoke, he was about to rise, but the Painted Skin Ghost beside him pulled him back.
"Going up at this time is seeking death! Wait until the King finishes fighting that sword cultivator."
"That makes sense."
...
The Mang Mountain Ghost King slowly opened his eyes. Those gray-white pupils revealed death and silence, making people afraid to meet his gaze.
He surveyed his surroundings as if looking at ants, and everywhere his gaze fell became utterly silent.
"Who has disturbed this King's slumber?"
When Zhao Youqian heard this, he nearly burst out laughing: "Brother Chen, look at him putting on such airs."
Chen Xuan nodded: "Indeed, much stronger than those vengeful spirits in the Sword Tomb. At least he can speak."
Ao Li, standing to the side, was dumbfounded. At a time like this, you two are still discussing these things? Can you take the current situation seriously!
The Mang Mountain Ghost King naturally heard the voices of the two. Only then did he discover that there were actually living people on Mang Mountain.
However, after seeing this trio, a puzzled expression appeared on his face:
"Hmm, a mere mortal actually dares to trespass on Mang Mountain—truly seeking death!"
"Hehe, not only did I trespass, but I also split your home in half."
Chen Xuan said with a grin. This Ghost King didn't even conjure an illusion—clearly all bark and no bite.
"You?"
A trace of confusion appeared on the Mang Mountain Ghost King's face. How did this mortal accomplish this? Mang Mountain was sealed by the Marquis of Jin's seal. Forget a mere mortal—even he himself couldn't break it.
Moreover, the mountain was infested with hundreds of ghosts—it was paradise for evil spirits.
"Besides me, no one else has made a move here. These two can testify."
"That's right, we indeed did this." Zhao Youqian chimed in.
Seeing that the Mang Mountain Ghost King actually wasn't reacting, Chen Xuan slowly raised the sword in his hand, pointed it at the other's nose, and said calmly: "Make your move."
"???"
The Mang Mountain Ghost King was first stunned, then flew into a rage. He, a dignified Ghost King, had actually been reduced to being provoked by a mere mortal. Today he would eat him first, then eat that flood dragon. This way he could restore his strength to its peak period.
At that time, the entire Jin Kingdom would become his hunting ground.
"Then this King shall grant your wish!"
With that, the Mang Mountain Ghost King directly grabbed toward Chen Xuan. Against a mere mortal, he didn't need any extra movements.
At that moment, Chen Xuan moved. The sword in his hand thrust forward, sword light flashing.
Not good—danger!!!
The Mang Mountain Ghost King's instincts told him that if hit by that mortal's sword, he would very likely die. He subconsciously withdrew his hand and turned to flee.
But only then did he suddenly discover that that sword had locked down all the space around him. He couldn't avoid it at all and could only be slaughtered like fish on a chopping block.
"This is impossible!"
Accompanied by a cry of shock, a sword light pierced through the Mang Mountain Ghost King's body.
He looked at the mortal before him with a face full of astonishment, his eyes filled with unwillingness and incomprehension: "I... I haven't taken my revenge yet. I cannot die..."
Before the word "die" even left his mouth, the Mang Mountain Ghost King's body had already turned to dust and smoke, transforming into a white light that entered Chen Xuan's body.
In an instant, Chen Xuan's experience bar filled by half. This trip had indeed not been in vain.
Thud!
After the Mang Mountain Ghost King's body disappeared, a bead fell from midair to the ground.
Zhao Youqian walked over, picked up the bead, and said with a smile: "Brother Chen, congratulations on obtaining a Yin Pearl. This is a treasure that only ghost clan members at the Fish-Dragon Realm can possess."
"This Mang Mountain Ghost King must have obtained quite a good inheritance. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to cultivate to this realm. Unfortunately, we didn't ask about that inheritance."
"That guy was so weak—he definitely didn't have any powerful inheritance. By the way, is this thing valuable?"
Chen Xuan had zero interest in that inheritance. The only thing he was interested in was this bead.
"Valuable."
"Then I'll leave it to you to handle."
"..."
Listening to the conversation between the two, Ao Li was completely dumbfounded. Indeed, his experience was still too shallow. Besides shouting "666," he was useless.
Equally shocked were the Starving Ghost and Painted Skin Ghost hiding not far away, secretly observing.
On this day, their emotions rode a rollercoaster, up and down, finally plummeting to rock bottom.
"Our King is gone?"
The Painted Skin Ghost had difficulty accepting the reality before her and muttered to herself.
That was their King—a King-level expert at the Fish-Dragon Realm. How could he not even block one sword from that sword cultivator?
Who exactly was this sword cultivator?
"Should we still go raid his home?"
When the Starving Ghost said this, his voice was trembling, carrying a trace of uncertainty.
"Do you dare go?"
The Painted Skin Ghost had the urge to beat a ghost. Was this sword cultivator someone they could defeat?
The Starving Ghost shook his head. Of course he understood this reasoning—he was just afraid the Painted Skin Ghost might act on impulse and drag him down with her.
"I don't dare. Let's flee Jin Kingdom first. This isn't a place for ghosts."
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