Chapter 37

Xing stood at the entrance of the classroom, took a deep breath, and firmly held the letter containing secrets that his mother had given him.

The three ghost brothers' eyes instantly turned cold, and for a moment, they seemed to share a common enemy. Their wrists moved nimbly, making a sound like popping soybeans.

"Interesting," Xing's lips curled slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.

Suddenly, there was a thud, followed by a shrill scream. The other ghost servants looked over and found the three leading ghosts' henchmen lying on the ground, moaning in pain, while Xing had vanished.

Soon, the crowd of ghosts parted, and the three leading ghosts with black faces emerged. Their faces were as dark as water, and their eyes scanned the surroundings with a sinister gaze, causing the ghost servants who had gathered to watch to involuntarily step back.

The three leading ghosts had not only risen to their positions due to their background in the City God's Mansion but also because of their formidable strength.

"Who did this?" one of the leading ghosts, dressed as a scholar, asked, his fan gently swaying, half-covering his pale face. His eyes were as venomous as a snake, similar to Xing's, yet different.

"He is Cui Qi, known as Spring Master among the ghosts. He is notorious for his cunning and deceit. I've heard he has an older brother who is doing well in the City God's Mansion, serving as a minor head of the Spring Breeze Courtyard!"

"I've also heard he has harmed many young and beautiful female ghosts."

"Hey, what a scoundrel, using a pornographic fan in broad daylight." Murmurs spread through the crowd of ghosts.

"Shh, be quiet!"

A cold gaze swept over the crowd, and the ghosts immediately felt a chill down their spines, falling silent.

"Cui Qi, it seems your reputation isn't very good. This could be detrimental to your pursuit of Dongmei in the West Courtyard," another leading ghost said with a mocking tone.

"Shen Shi, don't think your underhanded deeds can go unnoticed. If you want the ghosts not to know, you must not do it yourself!" Cui Qi snapped his fan shut, glaring at Shen Shi.

Shen Shi, known as a gentleman among the ghosts, had a reputation that was not much better than Cui Qi's. It was a case of the pot calling the kettle black.

"Hmph, Chunlan from the East Courtyard has already agreed..." Shen Shi coldly said, but he did not finish his sentence, the implication clear.

"Of course, he must have used some despicable means!" A flash of venom crossed Cui Qi's eyes, followed by a burst of jealousy.

Shen Shi appeared smug on the surface, but he was drenched in cold sweat inside. In fact, Chunlan had not agreed to anything, and the idea of getting close to her was far-fetched. Although Chunlan was a ghost servant, she held a noble position as the personal maid of the City God's Mansion's second daughter, who was very fond of her. Chunlan's cultivation was extremely high, reaching the eighth level of a ghost soldier!

Even if Shen Shi's uncle, Shen Gongbao, had connections with the head of the four courtyards, it would be impossible to win over Chunlan, one of the four courtyards' four maids. Shen Shi, despite his despicable intentions, did not dare to act rashly.

The last leading ghost, Song Zhong, had been observing the scene with a cold eye. He appeared middle-aged, gentle, and refined, but he was a typical hypocrite.

Both Shen Shi and Cui Qi were well aware of this. They openly competed and secretly schemed, but they always kept an eye on Song Zhong, determined not to let him benefit from their conflicts.

"Alright, Brother Cui, Brother Shen, let's stop arguing and get to the bottom of this," Song Zhong said, his gentle voice soothing like a spring breeze.

The surrounding ghosts stepped back, not just because Song Zhong was a hypocrite with an unlucky name, but also because he was known as a black star, bringing misfortune to those who provoked him.

At this moment, Xing was hiding in the crowd, detached and uninvolved.

To him, the squabbles of the three leading ghosts were merely petty and meaningless, confined to the circle of ghost servants.

"Four maidservants, what's there to fight over? It's truly beneath you!" Xing sneered, "If you want to pursue someone, go for the four young ladies. That's a real challenge! Sigh, different realms, loneliness like snow."

Although Xing spoke these words, he still viewed female ghosts with caution, not wanting to get too involved. Getting too involved could lead to complications, and he might end up in a mess.

Different identities, different realms, different pursuits. The three leading ghosts pursued maidservants, while the true young masters, the offspring of the great ghosts, likely pursued the City God's daughters like bees chasing flowers.

In essence, were they any different from the three leading ghosts?

Xing mixed in the crowd, avoiding the small group led by the leading ghosts, while gathering information about the City God's Mansion.

The City God's Mansion was located in the western district of Fengdu City, covering a vast area with numerous courtyards. Xing had heard of the East, South, West, and North Courtyards, as well as the Spring Breeze Courtyard. The four courtyards were just one part of the City God's four daughters' residences, not to mention the other offspring, the three wives, and the four concubines, which were like stars in the sky.

The vast City God's Mansion had thousands of ghost servants, forming a small, independent society. The ghost servants formed various cliques and were divided into different ranks, with the top of the pyramid being the managers, head servants, and the offspring's confidants.

Xing frowned. Unlike the King of Hell, who was devoted to one, the City God had three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines. However, with such power, it was not considered promiscuous. Xing felt pity for Shi Feixue.

"The City God's Mansion is too vast. The City God is like the sun, and all its members are under his shadow. Shi Feixue, Shi Feixue, it's not easy to find you, but even if I do, what can I do?" Xing muttered to himself, a bitter smile on his face.

"Line up!" A small ghost with a triangular head appeared. Though only three feet tall, no one dared to underestimate him, and they all obediently lined up.

"You are all at the sixth level of ghost soldiers. In the outer district, you might be known and could secure a position as a constable in the ghost government, but!" The small ghost's voice suddenly became sharp, startling the ghosts.

"Here in the inner district, you are just ghost servants. Recognize your status and know what to do and what not to do! Once you enter the City God's Mansion, work diligently and maintain its reputation. Don't show weakness when you encounter ghost servants from other mansions!"

"These are the rules of the City God's Mansion!"

"Yes!"

The small ghost's words woke the ghost servants, and they responded with enthusiasm and excitement.

The inner district was the place that the outer district ghosts aspired to. In the outer district, a ninth-level ghost soldier might become a constable, but in the inner district, they were just personal maids.

"Interesting. Although my goal in entering the City God's Mansion is to find Shi Feixue, ... my blood is boiling," Xing whispered, a confident smile on his face.

He was a dragon wherever he went, capable of stirring up storms.

"The City God's Mansion is vast and has a well-organized structure. Now, I will assign you to different positions," the small ghost said.

Instantly, all the ghost servants' eyes lit up, and they rubbed their hands, eager to try.

"Who wants to join the kitchen? Step forward for an interview!" the small ghost suddenly shouted.

"Kitchen?!"

The ghost servants' blood boiled. Anyone who wasn't foolish knew that the kitchen was a lucrative position with many benefits.

In an instant, more than half of the dozens of ghost servants who had answered the call stepped forward.

"I forgot to mention, the kitchen only needs five ghost servants. This is a rare opportunity," the small ghost said, a sly smile on his face. He then called out a few names, and the ghosts he called were immediately assigned to the kitchen.

"Hmph!" The three leading ghosts sneered. Although the kitchen was tempting, they had their own goals. The small ghost had already received significant benefits from them, and the ghosts he had just called were all theirs.

"There are only two spots left!" The eyes of the remaining ghosts narrowed, and they looked at each other with hostility.

Xing chuckled, his wrist flicking. He was among them, wanting to join the kitchen for its benefits.

"What to do?" the small ghost rubbed his chin, his sly smile growing. "There are only two spots left, but so many ghosts. I can't favor one over the other."

Favor one over the other, my ass! You just swallowed three spots!

The remaining ghosts cursed inwardly but showed a fawning demeanor, their eyes filled with hostility as they looked at each other, ready to ignite at the slightest provocation.

Xing was eager to try, still not satisfied after beating up the three leading ghosts' henchmen.

The other ghosts were also eyeing him, none of them showing any weakness. Most were at the sixth level of ghost soldiers, standing on equal footing, believing they could win.

"Come on!" A tall ghost servant roared, his ape-like arms beating his chest, the sound like a drum, echoing. In the next moment, he charged forward like a tank, his arms wide, aiming to grab another ghost servant.

"Damn, I'm not afraid of you!" The other ghost servant roared, charging head-on.

In an instant, the ghost servants fell into chaos, each picking a target.

Xing looked weak and handsome, seemingly easy to bully. Three or four ghost servants charged at him with menacing looks.

"Am I that easy to bully?" Xing rubbed his chin, his hand trembling as he pulled out a butcher's knife from his ghost pocket, the blade dark and seemingly absorbing the surrounding light.

The three or four ghost servants hesitated, looking at each other.

Xing chuckled, holding the butcher's knife and advancing. A moment later, they were thrown to the ground, the butcher's knife at their throats, and he beat them mercilessly.

More ghost servants tried to challenge him, but they were also thrown to the ground, piled up, with Xing sitting on top, taking an apple from his pocket and peeling it with the butcher's knife.

"You dare to sit on me? Watch out, I'll..." A ghost servant in the pile shouted, cursing.

"Behave, or I'll peel you!" Xing growled, the back of the butcher's knife hitting the ghost servant's forehead, making a loud clanging sound.

"Sir, I was wrong," the ghost servants grumbled, wanting to resist collectively but fearing Xing's butcher's knife, they begged for mercy.