Chapter 93

Holding a single Arhat relic, sealed with a Hundred Ghosts Night Parade talisman. This was one of the most precious treasures of the Golden Buddha Temple, but Yin Xuege didn't care about how the little monk Caiwei and the old monk Muyu would explain their return. He wouldn't give up the treasure he had in his hands.

A Flame Heaven Piercing Halberd, the personal weapon of the First Lion, was now being held by Wu Mu, who was getting familiar with its length and weight. Wu Mu was very satisfied with this seven-thousand-two-hundred-jin heavy halberd, which could allow him to perfectly display his combat power.

The little monk Caiwei had enough influence, and the old monk Muyu held a significant position in the Golden Buddha Temple. So although the First Lion felt a bit heartbroken, when Yin Xuege targeted him for extortion, he resolutely abandoned his personal divine weapon. He spoke beautifully—

"For the safety of Senior Muyu, I am not afraid of death, so why would I hesitate to give up a weapon?"

Well, Yin Xuege had to admit that the First Lion's actions earned him the gratitude of the two monks.

At the same time, Yin Xuege also noticed that the pair of Jiang family sisters had their eyes filled with admiration due to the First Lion's generous and righteous words. Since ancient times, beauties have loved heroes, and there was no doubt that the First Lion's words matched the identity of a hero.

As for the Vermilion Bird Seal and the Azure Dragon Banner, both sealed with the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade talisman, these were Liu Li's contributions. Yin Xuege had a deep impression of the Vermilion Bird Seal. He clearly told the little monk Caiwei that he would either give him the Vermilion Bird Seal or he would kill the old monk Muyu.

So the little monk begged Liu Li repeatedly, offering him countless benefits and promises, finally exchanging for the Vermilion Bird Seal. As for the Azure Dragon Banner, which could unleash countless green lightning attacks, Yin Xuege remembered the first wave of attacks he endured, so he didn't let go of the banner, forcing Liu Li to hand it over.

Apart from the Arhat relic, the Flame Heaven Piercing Halberd, the Vermilion Bird Seal, and the Azure Dragon Banner, Yin Xuege didn't want to offend the Jiang sisters, so he didn't get anything from them.

Of course, Yin Xuege couldn't be content with just these items. The great monk Muyu's ransom, if too low, would be a disgrace to the Golden Buddha Temple. So in addition to these four treasures, Yin Xuege also obtained many other good things.

For example, thirty-six Golden Dragon Evil-Dispelling Talismans, unique to the Liu family, which had powerful destructive power against various demons, spirits, and evil beings. These talismans could shatter any evil magical tools with a single strike, and their destructive power was terrifying. Only powerful cultivators who had achieved the Yuan Shen stage could create such spirit talismans.

Liu Li had thirty-six Golden Dragon Evil-Dispelling Talismans, which were left by the ancestors of the Liu family before the decline of the Dharma era.

Another example was three Great Enlightenment Life-Saving Pills, a secret formula of the Golden Buddha Temple, which could quickly restore vital energy and heal injuries. Wu Mu was almost killed by the Arhat relic, but after taking one of these pills, his injuries healed in just three breaths, and his demon power seemed to have made significant progress. He secretly told Yin Xuege that his strength seemed to be approaching the Wolf King realm.

As for the First Lion, a young genius from the first family of the five great immortal clans of the Eastern cultivation world, Yin Xuege didn't treat him too harshly. Apart from the Flame Heaven Piercing Halberd, Yin Xuege only took all the spirit stones from his storage ring.

Ten high-grade spirit stones, one thousand two hundred and thirty medium-grade spirit stones, and tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones. For a young cultivator still in the Qi Condensation stage, this was undoubtedly an astronomical amount of wealth. But considering the First Lion's identity, he was the first among the nine sons of the Dragon Clan in the fourth generation of the First Family, and his status was equivalent to a core descendant of the Yin Clan, so it wasn't surprising that he had such wealth.

"Look, I'm not greedy!" Yin Xuege played with the ten high-grade spirit stones filled with abundant spiritual energy and laughed, pushing a pile of medium and low-grade spirit stones in front of the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils: "Senior Bone King, we share the spoils! By the way, will they seek revenge?"

The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils unceremoniously took hundreds of medium-grade spirit stones and tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones, stroking his smooth chin bone and nodding thoughtfully: "Since you have such a relationship with the Jiang family, they won't act. The five great immortal clans are closely connected, and this loss is a bit hard to swallow, but as long as the Jiang family doesn't move, the First Family and the Liu family won't act rashly even if they are angry."

"Golden Buddha Temple?" Yin Xuege widened his eyes.

"Golden Buddha Temple!" The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils sighed deeply: "So-called compassion and non-violence are all nonsense! Those bald monks are the most vengeful. They will provoke trouble for no reason, claiming to subdue demons and eliminate evil. Once you provoke them, heh, countless old and young monks will surely attack together!"

Yin Xuege frowned, looking at the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils, and asked him in confusion: "But, they attacked us first! In the Western cultivation world, although we also follow the law of the jungle, there is still a spirit of contract. They attacked us first, and since their strength was inferior to ours, we obtained the appropriate compensation."

Playing with the high-grade spirit stones filled with abundant spiritual energy, Yin Xuege said coldly: "They failed, and instead of hiding somewhere, they still have the nerve to seek revenge? They attacked us first, not the other way around."

The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils looked at the confused Yin Xuege and sighed, shaking his head: "Your Highness, because they are the righteous sects!"

Yin Xuege opened his mouth wide, speechless for a long time. "Because they are the righteous sects?" He couldn't understand this excuse. Perhaps this was the profound philosophical spirit of the Eastern cultivation world? But why did Yin Xuege feel that the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils' words were a bit stifling?

If the righteous sects were to be mentioned, the human federation of the Western cultivation world should be considered the righteous path. But the Blood Demon Clan and the Wolf Clan still fought them fiercely and continuously attacked their city-states.

"Righteous sects," could this term be used as a weapon to attack enemies?

The young Yin Xuege, who grew up in the Western world, couldn't understand this complex philosophy. He sighed deeply and could only comfort himself generously— at least he didn't have to mix in the Eastern cultivation world; his world was in the West!

The Bone King's flying chariot sped eastward, leaving a trail of black smoke. It advanced dozens of miles with each breath, and after nearly a month of rapid travel, a mist-covered black mountain and green water suddenly appeared ahead. Even from hundreds of miles away, Yin Xuege could feel a vast wave of yin energy rushing towards him, which made his Blood Demon body feel extremely joyful and excited.

"We've arrived at the Mang Mountains!" The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils moved his chin bone, and the ghost fire in his eye sockets suddenly flared up.

"It's still a few days before the opening of the Lesser Netherworld Realm, Your Highness. During these few days, I will take you to tour the Mang Mountains, the main site of our Evil Bone Dao!" The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils pointed proudly at the vast mountain range stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles: "In ancient times, our Mang Mountains were said to be the site of a ghost immortal. Our sect's founder obtained the legacy of that immortal and established the Evil Bone Dao."

Through the transparent floor of the flying chariot, Yin Xuege curiously observed the endless mountain range. The Mang Mountains, during the decline of the Dharma era, were just a small hill outside Luoyang City, although it was filled with the tombs of countless emperors and generals. But at that time, the Mang Mountains were not qualified to be the site of an immortal.

However, at the end of the decline of the Dharma era, the earth's spiritual veins began to gather again, and the Mang Mountains' veins began to regenerate. The vast Mang Mountains began to restore their ancient glory. Although they had not fully recovered, they already stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles, with various branches extending for millions of miles.

The most important thing for ghost and netherworld cultivators was the so-called Yellow Springs and the Underworld. Although the Mang Mountains had not yet fully recovered, twelve Yellow Springs had already formed underground, extending for thousands of miles. Each Yellow Spring contained extremely terrifying netherworld ghost energy, which became heavier the deeper it went.

Nourished by this netherworld ghost energy, the ghost cultivators of the Evil Bone Dao could rapidly advance in cultivation, and just like in ancient times, various powerful beings would continuously emerge, restoring the Evil Bone Dao's ancient leadership in the evil sects.

The Bone King's flying chariot had only entered the Mang Mountains for a hundred miles when dozens of yellowish misty vapors suddenly rose from the distance. Accompanied by the sound of huge waves, the vapors soared into the sky, forming a vast yellow cloud that rushed towards them. In the yellow mist, hundreds of giant bone birds with wingspans exceeding a hundred meters, enveloped in ghostly phosphorescence, flew towards them at lightning speed.

Yin Xuege widened his eyes. The Blood Demon Clan had excellent vision, and even from dozens of miles away, he could clearly see these enormous bone birds. Their skeletons were of various metallic colors, such as black iron, bronze, red copper, and silver, resembling the skeletons of fierce birds like eagles, vultures, and hawks, but their size was dozens of times larger than normal demonic birds.

The leading skeleton, resembling a giant eagle, had a wingspan exceeding three miles, like a dark cloud rushing towards them.

This enormous eagle skeleton was golden and almost translucent like crystal, with countless distorted netherworld ghosts flickering within its bones. Streams of grayish-white death energy continuously spewed from its body, forming a thick, dark cloud above it, emitting a chilling green light that illuminated a hundred miles around.

The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils let out a long, sharp howl. The harsh sound echoed through the mountains, causing countless rocks to crumble and ancient trees to sway like waves. In the forests, countless white-haired apes wailed in unison, their sharp, mournful cries blending into a continuous sound wave that traveled for hundreds of miles, filling the world with sorrowful wails.

Yin Xuege and Wu Mu were dazed by the rolling sound waves. Wu Mu quickly covered his ears and shouted in a hoarse voice, but his curses couldn't be heard over the continuous sound waves, and Yin Xuege couldn't hear what he was saying.

"We welcome the Dharma King back to the mountains!"

A deep, hoarse voice came from the giant bird skeletons. Thousands of human skeletons in various colored robes, exuding yin energy, stood on the backs of the giant birds, bowing respectfully. These skeletons had different colors, with ghostly phosphorescence flickering within their bones and ghost fire in their eyes. If they appeared together at night, they would scare any timid passerby to death.

The Bone King's flying chariot disappeared, and the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils floated in the air on a cloud of yin energy, looking proudly at the thousands of disciples welcoming him. With his hands behind his back, he turned to Yin Xuege, who was floating in the air with his life-bound bat wings, and smiled: "Your Highness, what do you think of the momentum of our Evil Bone Dao?"

Wu Mu couldn't fly, even though his strength was approaching the Wolf King and nearly that of a Blood Demon Prince. This was the greatest shortcoming of the Wolf Clan, as they were destined to run on the ground unless they reached the Wolf God realm. The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils put away the flying chariot, and Wu Mu quickly grabbed Yin Xuege's leg to hang in the air.

Hearing the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils' proud laughter, Wu Mu muttered curses. But he wasn't stupid; this was the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils' territory, and a large group of people had come to welcome him. Wu Mu tried to suppress his voice as much as possible, not wanting his curses to be heard.

Yin Xuege gently flapped his bat wings and laughed softly.

"There are so many disciples, but they dared to attack Senior Bone King on the way. No matter how many disciples there are, if they can't make the righteous sects' cultivators behave, what use are they?"

The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils was annoyed, his teeth clashing and sparks flying.

Yin Xuege looked at the approaching Evil Bone Dao disciples and slowly shook his head: "In our West, if the Yin Clan wants to attack a city, we can do so at will! We can plunder their population, seize their wealth, and their strong young men become our blood servants, while their beautiful young women become our blood slaves!"

Clenching his fists, Yin Xuege said coldly: "The human federation is not weak. The great governors of the major city-states have the strength of princes. But only we can attack them, and they can only tremble behind their city walls!"

Laughing lightly, Yin Xuege sighed to the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils: "So, having a large following is useless!"

The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils was so angry that he spewed ghost fire from his body. He wanted to argue but had nothing to say.

After a long silence, he finally exhaled heavily: "When the Flame Hall reopens, I will show them a thing or two! In the decline of the Dharma era, people seek stability, and the righteous sects receive support from the secular empires, causing our evil sects to suffer heavy blows. But one day, our Evil Bone Dao will shock the world and make those righteous sects' brats know who I am!"

Thousands of Evil Bone Dao disciples, riding hundreds of giant bone birds, enveloped in a vast yellow cloud, had traveled tens of thousands of miles from their mountain gate to welcome their sect leader, but they didn't receive a single good word from the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils.

Feeling depressed after Yin Xuege's words, the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils scolded the eight great Evil Bone Elders, thirty-six Bone Demon Generals, and seven hundred and twenty Ghost Bone War Generals, the core members of the sect, and then led the large group, cursing all the way, towards the Evil Bone Dao's base, the Mang Mountain Ghost Palace.

The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils' bad mood was obvious to all the Evil Bone Dao disciples, including the eight elders. No one dared to provoke his anger at this time, and they all obediently kept quiet, escorting the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils and Yin Xuege back to the mountain gate.

The journey through the high mountains and treacherous waters was endless, and Yin Xuege curiously observed the scenery of the Mang Mountains, feeling a bit startled.

The Mang Mountains were indeed a natural ghost realm. Since ancient mythological times, countless tombs of unknown origin and unknown builders have stood in various parts of the Mang Mountains. At a glance, some of the tombs were astonishingly large!

For example, when entering the Mang Mountains, Yin Xuege saw a massive tomb on the right, surrounded by ninety-nine high mountains. This tomb extended in eight directions, each with a tomb passage lined with three thousand six hundred stone statues, each over a thousand meters tall!

After countless years of wind and rain, these stone statues were covered in moss and turned dark green. But time had not damaged them, and they remained intact, standing there eternally.

At the center where the eight tomb passages converged, a circular mound a hundred miles in diameter and several miles high was sealed with giant metal bricks. A towering wave of resentment energy spewed from the center of the tomb, forming a fierce bull-headed demon shadow that floated above the tomb, emitting deafening shrieks.

Seemingly noticing where Yin Xuege's gaze was directed, the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils turned and pointed to the tomb.

"According to legend, of course, just a legend. That tomb is said to be the tomb of Chiyou. Heh, just a legend, right? The Yellow Emperor killed Chiyou, would he build such a grand tomb for him to rest? The tomb is nameless, and no one knows who the owner is or who built it. For countless years, countless ancestors of the Evil Bone Dao have tried to excavate the tomb and transform the tomb owner's bones into disciples of our sect."

"Did they succeed?" Yin Xuege curiously looked at the massive and awe-inspiring tomb.

"Well, there are countless spirit bones in the outer area, and our Evil Bone Dao has thus gained countless powerful disciples. Among these disciples, thousands ascended to immortality in ancient times and became ghost immortals." The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils sighed deeply, staring at the giant tomb and shaking his head lightly: "Apart from that, there has been no progress.

The core area of the tomb, no ancestor of our Evil Bone Dao has been able to step into it."

Pausing, the Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils frowned: "According to legend, over a decade ago, before the decline of the Dharma era, one of our ancestors who had ascended to the peak of the Golden Immortal realm crossed over to investigate this tomb and explore its secrets."

Yin Xuege widened his eyes in surprise. A Golden Immortal from the upper realm crossed over to investigate this tomb?

"But, that ancestor never returned. The information from the upper realm was that his life-bound soul lamp in the ancestral hall of the Evil Bone Dao had disintegrated."

The Bone King of Ten Thousand Evils sighed deeply and patted Yin Xuege's shoulder hard.

"There are countless dangerous places in the Mang Mountains. Some strange things from ancient times, even we bone skeletons dare not touch. The Lesser Netherworld Realm is the safest place, being the site of a Golden Immortal. But other large tombs, you must never approach."

As he spoke, a sinister yellow gas rose from the ground ahead, forming a distorted ghost face.

The numerous disciples of the Evil Bone Dao rode on clouds and directly entered the open mouth of the ghost face. They descended vertically for one thousand eight hundred miles, reaching the entrance of the Evil Bone Dao's base, the Mang Mountain Ghost Palace.