The similar experience quickly deepened the bond between the two women. Although the outcomes were different, both of them shot a fierce glare toward Qiao San at the same moment.
Similar experiences quickly deepened the friendship between the two women. Although the outcomes were different, they both glared fiercely at Qiao San simultaneously.
After forcibly pouring the sobering soup into the mouths of the two drunkards, the Ghost Lady considerately said, “Don’t worry, they’ll sober up soon! Hehe… Let me take you down to clean up.”
The alluring ghost spirit couldn’t help but chuckle softly, her eyes deliberately glancing at the “seductive” attire of the female enchantress. The yang essence had already solidified, but the streaks of white traces only made it more tantalizing.
The female enchantress looked down, her jade-like face instantly flushing red to her neck. Immediately after, the two women exchanged a smile, and all their worries mysteriously vanished.
As time passed, the scene shifted, and the two men and two women sat together again, fully dressed.
“Eh, Sister Mei, when did you change your dress? Isn’t this the Ghost Lady’s clothes?” Qiao San, the culprit, completely unaware, even asked seriously.
The female enchantress and the Ghost Lady were both amused and exasperated. The female enchantress, suppressing her panic, casually made up an excuse and then calmly looked at her husband and Qiao San, asking, “You were drunk just now, don’t you remember anything?”
“No!” The two men thought seriously for a moment, then exclaimed in unison, “Wow, what kind of wine is this? So strong!”
“Drunkards!” The female enchantress lightly scolded, her high-strung heart finally settling, but a vague sense of loss emerged deep within her.
“Husband, drinking a jar of this Golden Mushroom Wine would make even a great immortal or demon drunk for three days. Look, how much did you and Brother Ying drink? If it weren’t for the Jade Grass, you’d have slept for thousands of years!”
The miraculous nature of the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass was indeed well-deserved. Upon hearing this, Qiao San remembered his main purpose and immediately stated his intentions.
To divert the topic, the female enchantress also spoke up before Ying Long, explaining the purpose of their trip. Finally, the bright and clever flower spirit suggested, “How about this, brother? You first refine the immortal grass into a pill, then take the Ghost Lady back to your ghost forest. My husband will hand over this empty mountain to the Demon King, and we’ll have fulfilled the king’s command.”
“Husband, to refine the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass, you must use the Samadhi True Fire and the Mystic Wind Cauldron. Although I’ve obtained the treasure in this mountain, my spiritual power is insufficient. To refine the immortal pill in a short time, you must personally seclude yourself to refine it.”
Qiao San’s gaze, tinged with regret, shifted between Ying Long and the female enchantress, then he nodded solemnly in agreement.
“Thud!” The female enchantress’s heartstrings tightened again, her legs instinctively clamping together. Qiao San’s gaze made her wonder: What is Brother Qiao regretting? Does he remember what happened earlier? Oh heavens…
Time flew by, and Qiao San had been in the alchemy room for seven days.
On this day, the Taixu Treasure Cauldron suddenly emitted a brilliant light, and a fragrant aroma filled the air. At the moment of success, the rogue Qiao San, remembering the Ghost Lady’s reminder, retracted the Samadhi True Fire and, while wiping his sword with his finger, dripped his Ten Yang Blood into it.
“Bang!” The treasure cauldron spun in the air, shrinking back to the size of a palm. At that moment, the stone door of the alchemy room was forcefully pushed open, and the anxious female enchantress rushed in.
“Brother Qiao, the Ghost Lady has been captured by the One-Horned Ghost King! Brother Ying has already chased after him!”
“What? Which direction?”
As the female enchantress’s finger just lifted, a gust of wind had already swept away. When she chased out, she only saw the last trace of the ancient divine bird’s fiery red shadow.
The void was rapidly torn apart, and the divine bird’s cry pierced the sky. Qiao San didn’t catch up with the Ghost King but saw the injured Ying Long. He hurriedly supported the swaying demon body and urgently asked, “Brother, where’s the Ghost Lady?”
“Brother, I’m no match for that treacherous One-Horned Ghost. He escaped!”
At this moment, the female enchantress and a group of little demons finally caught up. Qiao San handed Ying Long over to the female enchantress and then chased forward alone, loudly saying, “Sister Mei, protect the immortal grass and wait for me at Mystic Wind Mountain.”
“Be careful!” The female enchantress instinctively reminded him, her heart warming. She couldn’t help but add to Qiao San, who was now just a small black dot, “Brother, I… we’ll wait for you to return!”
The One-Horned Ghost King, one of the four great demon kings of the underworld, naturally possessed extraordinary spiritual power. Although Qiao San had obtained the Two Hidden Scriptures and his spiritual power had greatly increased, he still couldn’t find the opponent’s trail for a while.
At critical moments, the anxious rogue always remembered the omnipotent Book Spirit.
“Book Spirit, quickly tell me, how do I find the One-Horned Ghost King?”
A flash of light, and the serene and ethereal figure of the Book Spirit appeared. Sensing Qiao San’s urgency, the Book Spirit didn’t answer directly but solemnly asked, “At the Ghost King’s speed, it’s already too late. Do you still want to chase?”
“Yes, even if I have to chase into the ghost city and turn the old ghost’s lair upside down, I will save the Ghost Lady!” At this moment, the rogue’s face was as firm as a rock, less of a smile, more of a man’s rugged wildness.
“Sigh… alright!” The veil was gently lifted by a sigh, and the Book Spirit’s hands began to trace mysterious patterns, her graceful body emitting a hazy glow.
The space of heaven and earth seemed to suddenly contract, and a passage formed by the power of the “Earth Treatise” and the “Ghost Scripture” instantly appeared beneath Qiao San’s feet.
“Chase quickly. If the Ghost King returns to the ghost city, it will be too late to save her!”
The Book Spirit transformed into a beautiful light spot and disappeared, leaving behind a soft yet helpless, complex, and peculiar teaching, “Don’t just play around when you have time. Practice more. You’ve only integrated half of the scriptures’ power so far.”
The Book Spirit, the mysterious spirit who increasingly liked to discipline Qiao San!
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“Eh, why can’t I see the One-Horned Ghost King? Did he fly faster than the ancient divine bird, or did the Book Spirit get the direction wrong?”
With a single flap of its wings, the Immortal Phoenix could fly thousands of miles, but Qiao San, about to reach the ghost city, still couldn’t see the Ghost King’s shadow. A doubt arose, and the bold Qiao San ascended into the air, the blood mark between his eyebrows swirling like wind and clouds, the Ten Yang Red Light bursting forth, sweeping across a thousand miles.
“Heh, heh…” Qiao San smiled, a strange mouse catching his eye. The rogue habitually chuckled and muttered to himself, “Damn, I’ve never seen such a sneaky mouse.”
A playful glint appeared in his eyes. The bold Qiao San raised his arms, his body contracting, and in an instant, transformed into a powerful eagle. With a flash of its sharp claws, it was about to pounce on the mouse in the grass.
Similar experiences quickly deepened the friendship between the two women. Although the outcomes were different, they both shot Qiao San a fierce glare at the same time.
After forcibly pouring the sobering soup into the mouths of the two drunkards, the Ghost Lady considerately said, “Don’t worry, they’ll sober up soon! Hee, hee… Let me take you downstairs to clean up.”
The alluring ghost spirit couldn’t help but let out a sly chuckle, her eyes deliberately glancing at the “seductive” attire of the female enchantress. The yang essence had already solidified, but the streaks of white traces only made it more tantalizing.
The female enchantress looked down, her jade-like face instantly flushing red to her neck. Immediately after, the two women exchanged a smile, and all their troubles mysteriously vanished.
Time passed, the scene shifted, and the two men and two women were once again sitting together, fully dressed.
“Eh, Sister Mei, when did you change your dress? Isn’t this the Ghost Lady’s clothes?” Qiao San, the culprit, completely unaware, even asked seriously.
The female enchantress and the Ghost Lady were both amused and exasperated. The female enchantress, suppressing her panic, casually made up an excuse and then calmly looked at her husband and Qiao San, asking, “You were drunk just now, do you really not remember anything?”
“No!” The two men thought seriously for a moment, then exclaimed in unison, “Wow, what kind of wine is this? It’s so strong!”
“Drunkards!” The female enchantress lightly scolded, her high-strung heart finally settling, but at the same time, a vague sense of loss emerged deep within her.
“Husband, one jar of this Golden Mushroom Wine can make even a Great Luo Immortal or Demon drunk for three days. Look, how much did you and Brother Ying drink? If it weren’t for the Jade Grass, you’d be sleeping for thousands of years!”
The miraculous effects of the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass were indeed well-deserved. Upon hearing this, Qiao San finally remembered his original purpose and immediately stated his intentions.
To divert the topic, the female enchantress also spoke up before Ying Long, explaining the purpose of their trip. In the end, the bright and clever flower spirit suggested, “How about this, brother? You first refine the immortal grass into pills, then take the Ghost Lady back to your Ghost Forest. As for my husband, he’ll hand over this empty mountain to the Demon King. That way, we’ll have fulfilled the king’s command.”
“Husband, to refine the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass, you must use the Three True Fires and the Mystic Wind Cauldron. Although I’ve obtained the treasure in this mountain, my spiritual power is insufficient. To refine the immortal pills in a short time, you must personally seclude yourself to alchemy!”
Qiao San’s gaze, tinged with regret, shifted between Ying Long and the female enchantress, then he nodded solemnly and agreed.
“Thud!” The female enchantress’ heartstrings tightened again, and she instinctively clenched her legs. Qiao San’s gaze made her can’t help but wonder: What is Brother Qiao regretting?! Does he remember what happened earlier? Oh heavens…
Time flew by, and Qiao San had already spent seven days in the alchemy room.
On this day, the Supreme Void Cauldron suddenly radiated brilliant light, and a fragrant aroma filled the air. At the moment of success, the rogue Qiao, remembering the Ghost Lady’s reminder, not only retracted the Three True Fires but also used his finger to smear his sword, dripping his Ten Yang Blood into the cauldron.
“Bang!” The cauldron spun in the air, shrinking back to the size of a palm. At that moment, the stone door of the alchemy room was pushed open heavily, and the anxious female enchantress rushed in.
“Brother Qiao, the Ghost Lady has been captured by the One-Horned Ghost King! Brother Ying has already chased after him!”
“What? Which direction?”
As the female enchantress’ finger just lifted, a gust of wind had already swept away. When she chased out, she only saw the last trace of the ancient divine bird’s fiery red shadow.
The void was rapidly torn apart, and the cry of the divine bird pierced through the air. Qiao San didn’t catch up with the Ghost King but saw the injured Ying Long. He hurriedly supported his swaying demon body and urgently asked, “Brother, where’s the Ghost Lady?”
“Brother, I’m no match for that treacherous One-Horned Ghost. He escaped!”
At this moment, the female enchantress and a group of little demons finally caught up. Qiao San handed Ying Long over to the female enchantress and then chased forward alone, loudly saying, “Sister Mei, protect the immortal grass and wait for me at Mystic Wind Mountain.”
“Be careful!” The female enchantress instinctively reminded him, her heart warming. She couldn’t help but add to Qiao San, who was now just a small black dot, “Brother, I… we’ll wait for you to come back!”
As one of the four great demon kings of the underworld, the One-Horned Ghost King’s spiritual power was naturally extraordinary. Although Qiao San had already obtained the Two Treasured Scriptures and his spiritual power had greatly increased, he still couldn’t find his opponent’s trail for a while.
At critical moments, the anxious rogue always remembered the omnipotent Book Spirit.
“Book Spirit, quickly tell me, how can I find the One-Horned Ghost King?”
A flash of light, and the serene and ethereal figure of the Book Spirit appeared. Sensing Qiao San’s urgency, the Book Spirit didn’t answer directly but instead asked solemnly, “At the Ghost King’s speed, it’s already too late. Do you still want to chase?”
“Yes, even if I have to chase into the Ghost City and turn the old ghost’s lair upside down, I will save the Ghost Lady!” At this moment, the rogue’s face was as firm as a rock, less of a smile, more of a man’s masculine wildness.
“Sigh… Alright!” The veil was gently lifted by a sigh, and the Book Spirit’s hands began to transform into mysterious trajectories, her graceful body emitting a hazy glow.
The space of heaven and earth seemed to suddenly contract, and a passageway formed by the power of the “Earth Treatise” and the “Ghost Scripture” instantly appeared beneath Qiao San’s feet.
“Chase quickly. If the Ghost King returns to the Ghost City, it will be too late for you to save her!”
The Book Spirit transformed into a beautiful point of light and disappeared, leaving behind a soft yet helpless, complex, and peculiar admonishment, “Don’t just play around when you have time. You need to cultivate more. You’ve only fused fifty percent of the scripture’s power so far.”
The Book Spirit, the mysterious spirit who increasingly enjoys disciplining Qiao San!
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“Eh, why can’t I see the One-Horned Ghost King? Is he faster than the ancient divine bird, or did the Book Spirit get the direction wrong?”
With a single flap of its wings, the Immortal Phoenix Bird could fly thousands of miles, yet Qiao San, about to reach the Ghost City, still couldn’t see the Ghost King’s shadow. As doubt arose, the bold Qiao San soared into the sky, the blood mark between his eyebrows swirling like wind and clouds, and the Ten Yang Red Light burst forth, sweeping across a thousand-mile radius.
“Heh, heh…” Qiao San smiled at the corner of his mouth as a strange mouse came into his view. The rogue habitually smiled and muttered to himself, “Damn, I’ve never seen such a sneaky mouse.”
A playful glint appeared in his eyes. The bold Qiao San raised his arms, his body contracting, and in an instant, he transformed into a powerful eagle. With a flash of his sharp claws, he was about to pounce on the mouse in the grass below.
Similar experiences quickly deepened the friendship between the two women. Although the outcomes were different, they both shot fierce glances at Qiao San simultaneously.
After forcefully pouring the sobering soup into the mouths of the two drunkards, the ghost maiden considerately said, “Don’t worry, they’ll sober up soon! Hee, hee… Let me take you downstairs to clean up.”
The alluring ghost spirit couldn’t help but chuckle, her eyes deliberately glancing at the “seductive” attire of the female enchantress. The yang essence had already solidified, but the white streaks only made it more tantalizing.
The female enchantress looked down, her jade-like face instantly flushing red to her neck. Then, the two women exchanged a smile, and all their worries mysteriously vanished.
Time passed, and the scene shifted. The two men and two women were now sitting together, fully dressed.
“Eh, Sister Mei, when did you change your dress? Isn’t this the ghost maiden’s clothes?” Qiao San, the culprit, completely unaware, asked seriously.
The female enchantress and the ghost maiden were both amused and exasperated. The female enchantress, suppressing her panic, casually made up an excuse and then calmly looked at her husband and Qiao San, saying, “You were drunk just now, don’t you remember at all?”
“No!” The two men thought seriously and then exclaimed in unison, “Wow, what kind of wine is this? So strong!”
“Drunkards!” The female enchantress lightly scolded, her high-strung heart finally settling, but a vague sense of loss emerged deep within her.
“Husband, one jar of this Golden Mushroom Wine can make even a great immortal or demon drunk for three days. Look, how much did you and Brother Ying drink? If it weren’t for the Jade Grass, you’d be sleeping for thousands of years!”
The miraculous effects of the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass were indeed well-deserved. Hearing this, Qiao San finally remembered the main purpose of their visit and stated his intentions.
To divert the topic, the female enchantress also spoke up before Ying Long, explaining the purpose of their trip. In the end, the bright and clever flower spirit suggested, “How about this, brother? You first refine the immortal grass into pills, then take the ghost maiden back to your ghost forest. My husband will hand over this empty mountain to the Demon King, and we’ll have fulfilled the king’s command.”
“Husband, to refine the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass, you must use the Three Realms True Fire and the Mystic Wind Cauldron. Although I’ve obtained the treasure in this mountain, my spiritual power is insufficient. To refine the immortal pills in a short time, you must personally seclude yourself to refine them.”
Qiao San’s eyes, tinged with regret, shifted between Ying Long and the female enchantress, then he nodded solemnly and agreed.
“Thud!” The female enchantress’s heartstrings tightened again, her legs instinctively pressing together. Qiao San’s gaze made her wonder: What is Brother Qiao regretting?! Does he remember what happened earlier? Oh heavens…
Time flew, and Qiao San had already spent seven days in the alchemy room.
On this day, the Taixu Treasure Cauldron suddenly emitted a brilliant light, and a fragrant aroma filled the air. At the moment of success, the rogue Qiao San, remembering the ghost maiden’s reminder, while retracting the Three Realms True Fire, did not forget to smear his finger on the sword, dripping his Ten Yang Blood into it.
“Bang!” The treasure cauldron spun in the air, shrinking back to the size of a palm. At that moment, the stone door of the alchemy room was pushed open heavily, and the anxious female enchantress rushed in.
“Brother Qiao, the ghost maiden has been captured by the One-Horned Ghost King! Your brother Ying has already chased after him!”
“What? Which direction?”
As the female enchantress’s finger just lifted, a gust of wind had already swept away. When she chased out, she only saw the last trace of the ancient divine bird’s fiery red shadow.
The void was rapidly torn apart, and the cry of the divine bird pierced through the air. Qiao San did not catch up with the Ghost King but saw the injured Ying Long. He hurriedly supported the swaying demon body and urgently asked, “Brother, where is the ghost maiden?”
“Brother, I’m no match for that treacherous One-Horned Ghost. He escaped!”
At this moment, the female enchantress and a group of little demons finally caught up. Qiao San handed Ying Long over to the female enchantress and then chased forward alone, loudly saying, “Sister Mei, protect the immortal grass and wait for me at Mystic Wind Mountain.”
“Be careful!” The female enchantress instinctively reminded him, her heart warming. She couldn’t help but add to Qiao San, who was now just a small black dot in the distance, “Brother, I… we’ll wait for you to return!”
As one of the four great demon kings of the underworld, the One-Horned Ghost King’s spiritual power was naturally extraordinary. Although Qiao San had obtained the Two Treasured Scriptures and his spiritual power had greatly increased, he still couldn’t find the opponent’s trace for a while.
At the critical moment, the anxious rogue always remembered the omnipotent book spirit.
“Book Spirit, quickly tell me, how can I find the One-Horned Ghost King?”
A flash of light, and the serene and ethereal figure of the book spirit appeared. Sensing Qiao San’s urgency, the book spirit did not answer directly but solemnly said, “At the Ghost King’s speed, it’s already too late. Do you still want to chase?”
“Yes, even if I have to chase into the ghost city and turn the old ghost’s lair upside down, I will save the ghost maiden!” At this moment, the rogue’s face was as firm as a rock, less playful, more masculine and wild.
“Sigh… alright!” The veil was gently lifted by the sigh, and the book spirit’s hands began to trace mysterious patterns, her graceful body emitting a hazy glow.
The space of heaven and earth seemed to suddenly contract, and a passageway formed by the power of the “Earth Treatise” and the “Ghost Scripture” instantly appeared beneath Qiao San’s feet.
“Chase quickly. If the Ghost King returns to the ghost city, it will be too late to save her!”
The book spirit turned into a beautiful light spot and disappeared, leaving behind a soft yet helpless, complex, and peculiar admonition, “Don’t just play around when you have time. Practice more. You’ve only integrated half of the scripture’s power so far.”
The book spirit, increasingly fond of disciplining Qiao San, the mysterious spirit!
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“Eh, why haven’t I seen the One-Horned Ghost King? Did he fly faster than the ancient divine bird, or did the book spirit get the direction wrong?”
With a single flap of its wings, the undead phoenix could fly thousands of miles, but Qiao San, about to reach the ghost city, still hadn’t seen the Ghost King’s shadow. Doubt arose, and the bold Qiao San soared into the sky, the blood mark between his eyebrows swirling like wind and clouds, and the Ten Yang Red Light burst forth, sweeping across a thousand-mile radius.
“Heh, heh…” Qiao San smiled, a strange mouse catching his eye. The rogue habitually chuckled and muttered to himself, “Damn, I’ve never seen such a sneaky mouse.”
Mischief flashed in his eyes, and the bold Qiao San raised his arms, his body contracting, instantly transforming into a powerful eagle. With a flash of its sharp claws, it was about to pounce on the mouse in the grass below.
Time passed, the scene shifted, and the two men and two women were once again seated together, fully dressed.
Similar experiences quickly deepened the friendship between the two women. Although the outcomes were different, they both shot fierce glances at Qiao San simultaneously.
After forcefully pouring the sobering soup into the mouths of the two drunkards, the ghostly lady considerately said, “Don’t worry, they’ll sober up soon! Hee, hee… Let me take you downstairs to clean up.”
The alluring ghost spirit couldn’t help but let out a sly chuckle, her eyes deliberately glancing at the “seductive” attire of the female enchantress. The yang essence had already solidified, but the streaks of white traces only made it more tantalizing.
The female enchantress looked down, her jade-like face instantly flushing red to her neck. Then, the two women exchanged a knowing smile, and all their troubles mysteriously vanished.
Time passed, the scene shifted, and the two men and two women sat together again, fully dressed.
“Eh, Sister Mei, when did you change your dress? Isn’t this the ghost lady’s clothes?” Qiao San, the culprit, completely unaware, even asked seriously.
The female enchantress and the ghost lady were both amused and exasperated. The enchantress, suppressing her panic, casually made up an excuse and then calmly looked at her husband and Qiao San, asking, “You were drunk just now, don’t you remember anything?”
“No!” The two men thought seriously and then exclaimed in unison, “Wow, what kind of wine is this? So strong!”
“Drunkards!” The female enchantress lightly scolded, her high-strung heart finally settling, but at the same time, a vague sense of loss emerged deep within her.
“Dear husband, one jar of this Golden Mushroom Wine can make even a great immortal or demon drunk for three days. Look, how much did you and Brother Ying drink? If it weren’t for the Jade Grass, you’d be sleeping for thousands of years!”
The miraculous properties of the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass were indeed well-deserved. Upon hearing this, Qiao San remembered his main purpose and immediately stated his intentions.
To divert the topic, the female enchantress also spoke up before Ying Long, explaining the purpose of their journey. Finally, the bright and clever flower spirit suggested, “How about this, brother? You first refine the immortal grass into pills, then take the ghost lady back to your ghost forest. My husband will hand over this empty mountain to the Demon King, and we’ll have fulfilled the king’s command.”
“Dear husband, to refine the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass, you must use the Three Flavors True Fire and the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Although I’ve obtained the treasure in this mountain, my magic power is insufficient. To refine the immortal pills in a short time, you must personally seclude yourself to refine them.”
Qiao San’s gaze, tinged with regret, shifted between Ying Long and the female enchantress, then he nodded solemnly in agreement.
“Thud!” The female enchantress’s heartstrings tightened again, her legs instinctively pressing together. Qiao San’s gaze made her wonder: What is Brother Qiao regretting? Could he remember what happened earlier? Oh heavens…
Time flew, and Qiao San had already been in the alchemy room for seven days.
On this day, the Taixu Cauldron suddenly radiated brilliant light, and a fragrant aroma filled the air. At the moment of success, the rascal Qiao, remembering the ghost lady’s reminder, retracted the Three Flavors True Fire and, while doing so, used his finger to smear his sword, dripping his Ten Yang Blood into it.
“Bang!” The cauldron spun in the air, shrinking back to the size of a palm. At that moment, the stone door of the alchemy room was pushed open heavily, and the anxious female enchantress rushed in.
“Brother Qiao, the ghost lady has been captured by the One-Horned Ghost King! Brother Ying has already chased after him!”
“What? Which direction?”
As the female enchantress’s finger just lifted, a gust of wind had already swept away. When she chased out, she only saw the last trace of the ancient divine bird’s fiery red shadow.
The void was rapidly torn apart, and the cry of the divine bird pierced through the air. Qiao San didn’t catch up with the Ghost King but saw the injured Ying Long. He hurriedly supported the faltering demon body and urgently asked, “Brother, where’s the ghost lady?”
“Brother, I’m no match for that treacherous One-Horned Ghost. He escaped!”
At this moment, the female enchantress and a group of little demons finally caught up. Qiao San handed Ying Long over to the enchantress and then chased forward alone, loudly saying, “Sister Mei, protect the immortal grass and wait for me at Xuan Wind Mountain.”
“Be careful!” The female enchantress instinctively reminded him, her heart warming. She couldn’t help but add to Qiao San, who was now just a small black dot, “Brother, I… we’ll wait for you to return!”
The One-Horned Ghost King, one of the four great demon kings of the underworld, naturally possessed extraordinary magical power. Although Qiao San had obtained the Two Treasured Scriptures and his magic power had greatly increased, he still found it difficult to locate his opponent’s trail.
At this critical moment, the anxious rascal always remembered the omnipotent Book Spirit.
“Book Spirit, tell me quickly, how can I find the One-Horned Ghost King?”
A flash of light, and the serene and ethereal figure of the Book Spirit appeared. Sensing Qiao San’s urgency, the Book Spirit didn’t answer directly but instead asked solemnly, “At the Ghost King’s speed, it’s already too late. Do you still want to chase?”
“Yes, even if I have to chase into the Ghost City and turn the old ghost’s lair upside down, I will save the ghost lady!” At this moment, the rascal’s face was as firm as a rock, less of a smile, more of a man’s rugged wildness.
“Sigh… alright!” The veil was gently lifted by a sigh, and the Book Spirit’s hands began to trace mysterious patterns, her graceful body emitting a hazy glow.
The space of heaven and earth seemed to suddenly contract, and a passage formed by the power of the “Earth Treatise” and the “Ghost Scripture” instantly appeared beneath Qiao San’s feet.
“Chase quickly. If the Ghost King returns to the Ghost City, it will be too late to save her!”
The Book Spirit transformed into beautiful points of light and disappeared, leaving behind a soft yet helpless, complex, and peculiar admonition, “Don’t just focus on playing around when you have time. You need to cultivate more. You’ve only integrated half of the true scripture’s power.”
The Book Spirit, increasingly fond of disciplining Qiao San, the mysterious spirit!
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“Eh, why can’t I see the One-Horned Ghost King? Could he be faster than the ancient divine bird, or did the Book Spirit get the direction wrong?”
With a single flap of its wings, the Immortal Phoenix Bird could fly thousands of miles, yet Qiao San, about to reach the Ghost City, still saw no trace of the Ghost King. As doubt arose, the bold Qiao ascended into the sky, the blood mark between his eyebrows swirling like wind and clouds, and the Ten Yang Red Light burst forth, sweeping across a thousand miles.
“Heh, heh…” Qiao San smiled, a strange mouse catching his eye. The rascal habitually chuckled and muttered to himself, “Damn it, I’ve never seen such a sneaky mouse.”
Playfulness flashed in his eyes. The bold Qiao raised his arms, his body contracting, and in an instant, he transformed into a powerful eagle. With a flash of its sharp claws, it was about to pounce on the mouse in the grass below.
Similar experiences quickly deepened the friendship between the two women. Although the outcomes were different, they both shot fierce glances at Qiao San simultaneously.
After forcefully pouring the sobering soup into the mouths of the two drunkards, the Ghost Lady considerately said, “Don’t worry, they’ll sober up soon! Hehe… Let me take you downstairs to clean up.”
The alluring ghost spirit couldn’t help but let out a sly chuckle, her eyes intentionally glancing at the “seductive” attire of the female enchantress. The yang essence had already solidified, but the streaks of white traces only made it more tantalizing.
The female enchantress looked down, her jade-like face instantly flushing red to her neck. Immediately after, the two women exchanged a smile, and all their worries mysteriously vanished.
As time passed, the scene shifted, and the two men and two women sat together again, fully dressed.
“Eh, Sister Mei, when did you change your dress? Isn’t this the Ghost Lady’s clothes?” Qiao San, the culprit, completely unaware, even asked seriously.
The female enchantress and the Ghost Lady were both amused and exasperated. The enchantress, suppressing her panic, casually made up an excuse and then calmly looked at her husband and Qiao San, asking, “You were drunk just now, don’t you remember anything?”
“No!” The two men thought seriously and then exclaimed in unison, “Wow, what kind of wine was that? So strong!”
“Drunkards!” The female enchantress lightly scolded, her high-strung heart finally settling, but a vague sense of loss emerged deep within her.
“Husband, one jar of this Golden Mushroom Wine can make even a great immortal or demon drunk for three days. Look at how much you and Brother Ying drank! If it weren’t for the Jade Grass, you’d be sleeping for thousands of years!”
The miraculous properties of the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass were indeed well-deserved. Upon hearing this, Qiao San remembered his original purpose and immediately stated his intentions.
To divert the topic, the female enchantress also rushed to explain the purpose of their trip before Ying Long could. In the end, the bright flower spirit wisely suggested, “How about this, brother? You first refine the immortal grass into pills, then take the Ghost Lady back to your ghost forest. My husband will hand over this empty mountain to the Demon King, and we’ll have fulfilled the king’s command.”
“Husband, to refine the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass, you must use the Three Pure Fires and the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Although I’ve obtained the treasure in this mountain, my magical power is insufficient. To refine the immortal pills in a short time, you must personally seclude yourself to refine them.”
Qiao San’s gaze, tinged with regret, shifted between Ying Long and the female enchantress, then he nodded solemnly in agreement.
“Thud!” The female enchantress’s heartstrings tightened again, her legs instinctively pressing together. Qiao San’s gaze made her wonder: What is Brother Qiao regretting?! Does he remember what happened earlier? Oh heavens…
Time flew by, and Qiao San had already been in the alchemy room for seven days.
On this day, the Taixu Treasure Cauldron suddenly emitted a brilliant light, filling the air with fragrance. At the moment of success, the rogue Qiao San, remembering the Ghost Lady’s reminder, retracted the Three Pure Fires and, with a finger swipe on his sword, dripped his Ten Yang Blood into the cauldron.
“Bang!” The treasure cauldron spun in the air, shrinking back to the size of a palm. At that moment, the stone door of the alchemy room was forcefully pushed open, and the anxious female enchantress rushed in.
“Brother Qiao, the Ghost Lady has been captured by the Unicorn Ghost King! Your brother Ying has already chased after him!”
“What? Which direction?”
As the female enchantress’s finger just lifted, a gust of wind had already swept away. When she chased out, she only saw the last trace of the ancient divine bird’s fiery red shadow.
The void was rapidly torn apart, and the divine bird’s cry pierced the air. Qiao San didn’t catch up with the Ghost King but saw the injured Ying Long. He hurriedly supported the swaying demon body and urgently asked, “Brother, where’s the Ghost Lady?”
“Brother, I’m no match for that treacherous Unicorn Ghost. He escaped!”
At this moment, the female enchantress and a group of little demons finally caught up. Qiao San handed Ying Long over to the enchantress and then chased forward alone, loudly saying, “Sister Mei, protect the immortal grass and wait for me at Xuan Wind Mountain.”
“Be careful!” The female enchantress instinctively reminded him, her heart warming. She couldn’t help but add to Qiao San, who was now just a small black dot in the distance, “Brother, I… we’ll wait for you to return!”
As one of the four great demon kings of the underworld, the Unicorn Ghost King’s magical power was naturally extraordinary. Although Qiao San had obtained the Two Hidden Scriptures and his power had greatly increased, he still couldn’t find the opponent’s trail for a while.
At critical moments, the anxious rogue always remembered the omnipotent Book Spirit.
“Book Spirit, tell me quickly, how do I find the Unicorn Ghost King?”
A flash of light, and the serene and ethereal figure of the Book Spirit appeared. Sensing Qiao San’s urgency, the Book Spirit didn’t answer directly but instead asked solemnly, “At the Ghost King’s speed, it’s already too late. Do you still want to chase?”
“Yes, even if I have to chase into the ghost city and turn the old ghost’s lair upside down, I will save the Ghost Lady!” At this moment, the rogue’s face was as firm as a rock, less of a smile, more of a man’s rugged wildness.
“Sigh… Alright!” The veil was gently lifted by a sigh, and the Book Spirit’s hands began to form mysterious patterns, her graceful body emitting a hazy glow.
The space of heaven and earth seemed to suddenly contract, and a passage formed by the power of the “Earth Treatise” and the “Ghost Scripture” instantly appeared beneath Qiao San’s feet.
“Chase quickly. If the Ghost King returns to the ghost city, it will be too late to save her!”
The Book Spirit transformed into beautiful points of light and disappeared, leaving behind a soft yet helpless, complex, and peculiar admonishment, “Don’t just play around when you have time. Cultivate more. You’ve only integrated half of the scriptures’ power.”
The Book Spirit, increasingly fond of disciplining Qiao San, the mysterious spirit!
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“Eh, why haven’t I seen the Unicorn Ghost King? Did he fly faster than the ancient divine bird, or did the Book Spirit get the direction wrong?”
With a single flap of its wings, the Immortal Phoenix could fly thousands of miles, yet Qiao San, about to reach the ghost city, still hadn’t seen the Ghost King’s shadow. Doubt arose, and the bold Qiao San ascended into the sky, the blood mark on his brow swirling like wind and clouds, the Ten Yang Red Light bursting forth, sweeping across a thousand miles.
“Heh, heh…” Qiao San smiled, a strange mouse catching his eye. The rogue habitually chuckled, muttering to himself, “Damn, I’ve never seen such a sneaky mouse.”
Mischief flashed in his eyes, and the bold Qiao San raised his arms, his body contracting, instantly transforming into a powerful eagle. With a flash of its sharp claws, it was about to pounce on the mouse in the grass below.
“No!” The two men thought for a moment and then exclaimed together, “Wow! What kind of wine was that? It was so strong!”
“Drunkards!” Mei scolded gently, her heart finally settling down. Yet, deep inside, a vague sense of loss stirred.
“Husband, this Golden Lingzhi Wine—if you drink one jar, even immortals and demons from the Great Luo Realm would be drunk for three days. Look at how much you and Brother Ying drank! Without the Jade Grass, you two would have slept for thousands of years!”
The miraculous power of the Golden Lingzhi and Jade Grass was truly legendary. Upon hearing this, Qiao San finally remembered the real purpose of his visit and immediately explained his intentions.
Similar experiences quickly deepened the friendship between the two women. Although the outcomes were different, they both shot a fierce glare at Qiao San simultaneously.
After forcibly pouring the sobering soup into the mouths of the two drunkards, the ghostly lady considerately said, “Don’t worry, they’ll sober up soon! Hehe… Let me take you down to clean up.”
The alluring ghost spirit couldn’t help but let out a sly chuckle, her eyes intentionally glancing at the “seductive” attire of the female enchantress. The yang essence had already solidified, but the streaks of white traces only made it more tantalizing.
The female enchantress looked down, her jade-like face instantly flushing red to her neck. Immediately after, the two women exchanged a smile, and all their troubles mysteriously vanished.
Time passed, the scene changed, and the two men and two women were once again sitting together, fully dressed.
“Eh, Sister Mei, when did you change your dress? Isn’t this the ghost lady’s clothes?” Qiao San, the culprit, completely unaware, even seriously asked.
The female enchantress and the ghost lady were both amused and exasperated. The female enchantress, suppressing her panic, casually made up an excuse and then calmly looked at her husband and Qiao San, asking, “You were drunk just now, don’t you remember anything?”
“No!” The two men thought seriously and then exclaimed in unison, “Wow, what kind of wine is this? So strong!”
“Drunkards!” The female enchantress lightly scolded, her high-strung heart finally settling, but at the same time, a vague sense of loss emerged deep within her.
“Dear husband, drinking a jar of this Golden Mushroom Wine would make even a great immortal or demon drunk for three days. Look, how much did you and Brother Ying drink? If it weren’t for the Jade Grass, you’d have slept for thousands of years!”
The miraculous effects of the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass were indeed well-deserved. Only then did Qiao San remember the main purpose of their visit and promptly stated his intentions.
To divert the topic, the female enchantress also quickly explained the purpose of their trip before Yinglong could speak. At the end, the bright and clever flower spirit suggested, “How about this, brother, you first refine the immortal grass into pills, then take the ghost lady back to your ghost forest. My husband will hand over this empty mountain to the Demon King, and we’ll have fulfilled the king’s command.”
“Dear husband, to refine the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass, you must use the Three True Fires and the Mystic Wind Cauldron. Although I’ve obtained the treasure in this mountain, my magical power is insufficient. To refine the immortal pills in a short time, you must personally seclude yourself to refine them!”
Qiao San’s gaze, tinged with regret, shifted between Yinglong and the female enchantress, then he nodded solemnly in agreement.
“Thud!” The female enchantress’ heartstrings tightened again, her legs instinctively clamping together. Qiao San’s gaze made her couldn’t help but wonder: What is Brother Qiao regretting?! Does he remember what happened earlier? Oh heavens…
Time flew, and Qiao San had already spent seven days in the alchemy room.
On this day, the Taixu Treasure Cauldron suddenly emitted a brilliant light, and a fragrant aroma filled the air. At the moment of success, the rogue San, remembering the ghost lady’s reminder, while retracting the Three True Fires, didn’t forget to smear his finger with the sword, dripping his Ten Yang Blood into it.
“Bang!” The treasure cauldron spun in the air, shrinking back to the size of a palm. At that moment, the stone door of the alchemy room was forcefully pushed open, and the anxious female enchantress rushed in.
“Brother Qiao, the ghost lady has been captured by the One-Horned Ghost King! Brother Ying has already chased after him!”
“What? Which direction?”
As the female enchantress’ finger just lifted, a gust of wind had already swept away. When she chased out, she only saw the last trace of the ancient divine bird’s fiery red shadow.
The void was rapidly torn apart, and the divine bird’s cry pierced through the air. Qiao San didn’t catch up with the Ghost King but saw the injured Yinglong. He hurriedly supported the swaying demon body and urgently asked, “Brother, where’s the ghost lady?”
“Brother, I’m no match for that treacherous ghost, he escaped!”
At this moment, the female enchantress and a group of little demons finally caught up. Qiao San handed Yinglong over to the female enchantress and then chased forward alone, loudly saying, “Sister Mei, protect the immortal grass, wait for me at Mystic Wind Mountain.”
“Be careful!” The female enchantress instinctively reminded, her heart warming. She couldn’t help but add to Qiao San, who was now just a small black dot, “Brother, I… we’ll wait for you to return!”
The One-Horned Ghost King, one of the four great demon kings of the underworld, naturally possessed extraordinary magical power. Although Qiao San had already obtained two volumes of the True Scriptures and his magical power had greatly increased, he still found it difficult to locate his opponent’s trail.
At the critical moment, the anxious rogue always remembered the omnipotent book spirit.
“Book Spirit, quickly tell me, how do I find the One-Horned Ghost King?”
A flash of light, and the serene and ethereal figure of the book spirit appeared. Sensing Qiao San’s urgency, the book spirit didn’t answer but instead asked solemnly, “At the Ghost King’s speed, it’s already too late. Do you still want to chase?”
“Yes, even if I have to chase into the ghost city and turn the old ghost’s lair upside down, I will save the ghost lady!” At this moment, the rogue’s face was as firm as a rock, less of a smile, more of a man’s rugged wildness.
“Sigh… Alright!” The veil was gently lifted by a sigh, and the book spirit’s hands began to transform into mysterious trajectories, her graceful body emitting a hazy glow.
The space of heaven and earth seemed to suddenly contract, and a passageway formed by the power of the “Earth Treatise” and the “Ghost Scripture” instantly appeared beneath Qiao San’s feet.
“Chase quickly, if the Ghost King returns to the ghost city, it will be too late to save her!”
The book spirit turned into a beautiful point of light and disappeared, leaving behind a soft yet helpless, and even complex and peculiar admonishment, “Don’t just play around when you have time, practice more. You’ve only integrated fifty percent of the True Scriptures’ power.”
The book spirit, increasingly fond of disciplining Qiao San, the mysterious spirit!
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“Eh, why don’t I see the One-Horned Ghost King? Did he fly faster than the ancient divine bird, or did the book spirit get the direction wrong?”
With a single flap of its wings, the undead phoenix bird could fly thousands of miles, yet Qiao San, about to reach the ghost city, still saw no trace of the Ghost King. As doubt arose, the bold San soared into the sky, the blood mark on his brow swirling like wind and clouds, and the Ten Yang Red Light burst forth, sweeping across a thousand miles.
“Hehe…” Qiao San smiled, a strange mouse catching his eye. The rogue habitually smiled and muttered to himself, “Damn, I’ve never seen such a sneaky mouse.”
A playful glint appeared in his eyes, the bold San raised his arms, his body contracted, and in an instant, he transformed into a powerful eagle. With a flash of its sharp claws, it was about to pounce on the mouse in the grass below.
“Husband, to refine the Golden Lingzhi and Jade Grass, you must use true samadhi fire and the Xuan Feng Cauldron. Although I obtained a magic treasure in this mountain, my spiritual power is insufficient. If you want to quickly refine the immortal pills, you must personally enter seclusion and focus on the alchemy!”
Qiao San’s eyes flickered with a hint of regret as he glanced between Ying Long and Mei, before solemnly nodding in agreement.
“Thump!” Mei’s heart tightened again. Instinctively, she clenched her thighs together. The look in Qiao San’s eyes made her wonder inwardly: What was Qiao Brother regretting? Could he remember what happened earlier? Oh no…
Time passed quickly, and Qiao San had already been in the alchemy chamber for seven days.
Similar experiences quickly deepened the friendship between the two women. Although the outcomes were different, they both shot a fierce glare at Qiao San simultaneously.
After forcefully pouring the sobering soup into the mouths of the two drunkards, the ghostly maiden considerately said, “Don’t worry, they’ll sober up soon! Hehe… Let me take you downstairs to clean up.”
The alluring ghost spirit couldn’t help but chuckle, her eyes intentionally glancing at the “seductive” attire of the female enchantress. The yang essence had already solidified, but the streaks of white traces only made it more tantalizing.
The female enchantress looked down, her jade-like face instantly flushing red to her neck. Then, the two women exchanged a smile, and all their troubles mysteriously vanished.
Time passed, the scene shifted, and the two men and two women sat together again, fully dressed.
“Eh, Sister Mei, when did you change your dress? Isn’t this the ghost maiden’s clothes?” Qiao San, the culprit, completely unaware, even asked seriously.
The female enchantress and the ghost maiden were both amused and exasperated. The female enchantress, suppressing her panic, casually made up an excuse and then calmly looked at her husband and Qiao San, asking, “You were drunk just now, don’t you remember anything?”
“No!” The two men thought seriously and then exclaimed in unison, “Wow, what kind of wine is this? So strong!”
“Drunkards!” The female enchantress lightly scolded, her high-strung heart finally settling, but a vague sense of loss emerged deep within her.
“Husband, this Golden Mushroom Wine, if you drink a jar, even a great immortal or demon would be drunk for three days. Look, how much did you and Brother Ying drink? If it weren’t for the Jade Grass, you’d be sleeping for thousands of years!”
The miraculous effects of the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass were indeed well-deserved. Upon hearing this, Qiao San remembered his main purpose and immediately stated his intentions.
To divert the topic, the female enchantress also spoke up before Ying Long, explaining the purpose of their trip. Finally, the bright flower spirit wisely suggested, “How about this, brother, you first refine the immortal grass into pills, then take the ghost maiden back to your ghost forest. As for my husband, he’ll hand over this empty mountain to the Demon King, and we’ll have fulfilled the king’s command.”
“Husband, to refine the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass, you must use the Samadhi True Fire and the Mystic Wind Cauldron. Although I’ve obtained the treasure in this mountain, my magical power is insufficient. To refine the immortal pills in a short time, you must personally seclude yourself to refine them!”
Qiao San’s eyes, tinged with regret, shifted between Ying Long and the female enchantress, then he nodded solemnly in agreement.
“Thud!” The female enchantress’s heartstrings tightened again, her legs instinctively pressing together. Qiao San’s gaze made her wonder: What is Brother Qiao regretting?! Does he remember what happened earlier? Oh heavens…
Time flew, and Qiao San had been in the alchemy room for seven days.
On this day, the Taixu Treasure Cauldron suddenly radiated brilliant light, filling the air with fragrance. At the moment of success, the rogue Qiao, remembering the ghost maiden’s reminder, retracted the Samadhi True Fire and, with a finger swipe, dripped his Ten Yang Blood into it.
“Bang!” The treasure cauldron spun in the air, shrinking back to the size of a palm. At that moment, the stone door of the alchemy room was pushed open heavily, and the anxious female enchantress rushed in.
“Brother Qiao, the ghost maiden has been captured by the Unicorn Ghost King! Your brother Ying has already chased after him!”
“What? Which direction?”
As the female enchantress’s finger just lifted, a gust of wind had already swept away. When she chased out, she only saw the last trace of the ancient divine bird’s fiery red shadow.
The void was rapidly torn apart, and the divine bird’s cry pierced the sky. Qiao San didn’t catch up with the Ghost King but saw the injured Ying Long. He hurriedly supported the swaying demon body and urgently asked, “Brother, where’s the ghost maiden?”
“Brother, I’m no match for that treacherous Unicorn Ghost. He escaped!”
At this moment, the female enchantress and a group of little demons finally caught up. Qiao San handed Ying Long over to the female enchantress and then chased forward alone, loudly saying, “Sister Mei, protect the immortal grass and wait for me at Mystic Wind Mountain.”
“Be careful!” The female enchantress instinctively reminded, her heart warming. She couldn’t help but add to Qiao San, who was now just a small black dot, “Brother, I… we’ll wait for you to return!”
The Unicorn Ghost King, one of the four great demon kings of the underworld, naturally possessed extraordinary magical power. Although Qiao San had obtained the two scriptures and his power had greatly increased, it was still difficult to find the opponent’s traces at this moment.
At critical moments, the anxious rogue always remembered the omnipotent book spirit.
“Book Spirit, quickly tell me, how do I find the Unicorn Ghost King?”
A flash of light, and the serene and ethereal figure appeared leisurely. Sensing Qiao San’s urgency, the book spirit didn’t answer directly but solemnly said, “At the Ghost King’s speed, it’s already too late. Do you still want to chase?”
“Yes, even if I have to chase into the ghost city and turn the old ghost’s lair upside down, I will save the ghost maiden!” At this moment, the rogue’s face was as firm as a rock, less of a smile, more of a man’s rugged wildness.
“Sigh… Alright!” The veil was gently lifted by a sigh, and the book spirit’s hands began to trace mysterious paths, her graceful body emitting a hazy glow.
The space of heaven and earth seemed to suddenly contract, and a passage formed by the power of the “Earth Treatise” and “Ghost Scripture” instantly appeared beneath Qiao San’s feet.
“Chase quickly. If the Ghost King returns to the ghost city, it will be too late to save her!”
The book spirit transformed into a beautiful light spot and disappeared, leaving behind a soft, helpless, and complexly nuanced teaching, “Don’t just play around when you have time. Practice more. You’ve only integrated half of the scripture’s power so far.”
The book spirit, increasingly fond of disciplining Qiao San, the mysterious spirit!
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“Eh, why don’t I see the Unicorn Ghost King? Did he fly faster than the ancient divine bird, or did the book spirit get the direction wrong?”
The undying phoenix bird could fly thousands of miles with a single flap of its wings, but Qiao San, about to reach the ghost city, still saw no trace of the Ghost King. A doubt arose, and the bold Qiao soared into the sky, the blood mark on his brow swirling like wind and clouds, the Ten Yang Red Light bursting forth, sweeping across a thousand miles.
“Heh, heh…” Qiao San smiled, a strange mouse catching his eye. The rogue habitually smiled and muttered to himself, “Damn, I’ve never seen such a sneaky mouse.”
A playful glint appeared in his eyes. The bold Qiao raised his arms, his body contracting, and in an instant transformed into a powerful eagle. With a flash of its sharp claws, it was about to pounce on the mouse in the grass.
“Bang!” The cauldron spun in midair and shrank to the size of a palm. At that moment, the stone door of the alchemy chamber was pushed open forcefully, and a visibly anxious Mei rushed in.
Similar experiences quickly deepened the friendship between the two women. Although the outcomes were different, they both shot fierce glances at Qiao San simultaneously.
After forcibly pouring the sobering soup into the mouths of the two drunkards, the ghostly woman considerately said, “Don’t worry, they’ll sober up soon! Hee, hee… Let me take you downstairs to clean up.”
The glamorous ghost spirit couldn’t help but let out a sly chuckle, her eyes deliberately glancing at the “alluring” clothes of the female enchantress. The yang essence had already solidified, but the white streaks only made it even more tantalizing.
The female enchantress looked down, her jade-like face instantly flushing red to her neck. Then, the two women exchanged a smile, and all their worries mysteriously vanished.
Time passed, the scene shifted, and the two men and two women sat together again, fully dressed.
“Eh, Mei Jie, when did you change your dress? Isn’t this the ghostly woman’s clothes?” Qiao San, the culprit, completely unaware, even asked seriously.
The female enchantress and the ghostly woman were both amused and exasperated. The enchantress, suppressing her panic, casually made up an excuse and then calmly looked at her husband and Qiao San, asking, “You were drunk just now, don’t you remember anything?”
“No!” The two men thought seriously and then exclaimed in unison, “Wow, what kind of wine is this? So strong!”
“Drunkards!” The female enchantress lightly scolded, her high-strung heart finally settling, but a vague sense of loss also emerged deep within her.
“Husband, if you drink a jar of this Golden Mushroom Wine, even a great immortal or demon would be drunk for three days. Look, how much did you and Brother Ying drink? If it weren’t for the Jade Grass, you’d be sleeping for thousands of years!”
The miraculous effects of the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass were indeed well-deserved. Hearing this, Qiao San finally remembered his original purpose and stated his intentions.
To divert the topic, the female enchantress also spoke up before Ying Long, explaining the purpose of their trip. Finally, the bright and clever flower spirit suggested, “How about this, brother? You first refine the immortal grass into pills, then take the ghostly woman back to your ghost forest. My husband will hand over this empty mountain to the Demon King, and we’ll have fulfilled the king’s command.”
“Husband, to refine the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass, you must use the Three Realms True Fire and the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Although I’ve obtained the treasure in this mountain, my magical power is insufficient. To refine the immortal pill in a short time, you must personally seclude yourself to refine it!”
Qiao San’s eyes, tinged with regret, shifted between Ying Long and the female enchantress, then he nodded solemnly in agreement.
“Thud!” The female enchantress’s heartstrings tightened again, her legs instinctively pressing together. Qiao San’s gaze made her wonder: What is Brother Qiao regretting?! Does he remember what happened earlier? Oh heavens…
Time flew, and Qiao San had already been in the alchemy room for seven days.
On this day, the Taixu Treasure Cauldron suddenly emitted a brilliant light, filling the air with fragrance. At the moment of success, the rogue Qiao, remembering the ghostly woman’s reminder, retracted the Three Realms True Fire and, with a finger swipe on his sword, dripped his Ten Yang Blood into it.
“Bang!” The treasure cauldron spun in the air, shrinking back to the size of a palm. Just then, the stone door of the alchemy room was pushed open heavily, and the anxious female enchantress rushed in.
“Brother Qiao, the ghostly woman has been captured by the One-Horned Ghost King! Your brother Ying has already chased after him!”
“What? Which direction?”
As the female enchantress’s finger just lifted, a gust of wind had already swept away. When she chased out, she only saw the last trace of the ancient divine bird’s fiery red shadow.
The void was rapidly torn apart, and the divine bird’s cry pierced through the air. Qiao San didn’t catch up with the Ghost King but saw the injured Ying Long. He hurriedly supported the swaying demon body and urgently asked, “Brother, where’s the ghostly woman?”
“Brother, I’m no match for that treacherous One-Horned Ghost. He escaped!”
At this moment, the female enchantress and a group of little demons finally caught up. Qiao San handed Ying Long over to the enchantress and then chased forward alone, loudly saying, “Mei Jie, protect the immortal grass and wait for me at Xuan Wind Mountain.”
“Be careful!” The female enchantress instinctively reminded him, her heart warming. Finally, she couldn’t help but say to Qiao San, who was now just a small black dot, “Brother, I… we’ll wait for you to return!”
As one of the four great demon kings of the underworld, the One-Horned Ghost King’s magical power was naturally extraordinary. Although Qiao San had already obtained the Two Treasured Scriptures and his power had greatly increased, he still couldn’t find the opponent’s trace for a while.
At critical moments, the anxious rogue always remembered the omnipotent Book Spirit.
“Book Spirit, quickly tell me, how do I find the One-Horned Ghost King?”
A flash of light, and the serene and ethereal figure of the Book Spirit appeared. Sensing Qiao San’s urgency, the Book Spirit didn’t answer directly but solemnly said, “At the Ghost King’s speed, it’s already too late. Do you still want to chase?”
“Yes, even if I have to chase into the ghost city and turn the old ghost’s lair upside down, I must save the ghostly woman!” At this moment, the rogue’s face was as firm as a rock, less of a smile, more of a man’s rugged wildness.
“Sigh… alright!” The veil was gently lifted by a sigh, and the Book Spirit’s hands began to trace mysterious patterns, her graceful body emitting a hazy glow.
The space of heaven and earth seemed to suddenly contract, and a passageway formed by the power of the “Earth Treatise” and the “Ghost Scripture” instantly appeared beneath Qiao San’s feet.
“Chase quickly. If the Ghost King returns to the ghost city, it’ll be too late to save her!”
The Book Spirit transformed into a beautiful light spot and disappeared, leaving behind a soft yet helpless, complex, and peculiar teaching, “Don’t just play around when you have time. Cultivate more. You’ve only integrated half of the true scripture’s power.”
The Book Spirit, increasingly fond of disciplining Qiao San, the mysterious spirit!
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“Eh, why don’t I see the One-Horned Ghost King? Did he fly faster than the ancient divine bird, or did the Book Spirit get the direction wrong?”
With a single flap of its wings, the Immortal Phoenix Bird could fly thousands of miles, but Qiao San, about to reach the ghost city, still didn’t see the Ghost King’s shadow. As doubt arose, the bold Qiao soared into the sky, the blood mark on his brow swirling like wind and clouds, and the Ten Yang Red Light burst forth, sweeping across a thousand-mile radius.
“Heh, heh…” Qiao San smiled, a strange mouse catching his eye. The rogue habitually chuckled and muttered to himself, “Damn, I’ve never seen such a sneaky mouse.”
Mischief flashed in his eyes, and the bold Qiao raised his arms, his body contracting, instantly transforming into a powerful eagle. With a flash of its sharp claws, it was about to pounce on the mouse in the grass.
“What? Which direction?”
Before Mei could even lift her finger, a powerful gust of wind had already swept away. When Mei ran out, she only saw the last flicker of the ancient divine bird’s fiery silhouette.
Similar experiences quickly deepened the friendship between the two women. Although the outcomes were different, they both shot a fierce glare at Qiao San simultaneously.
After forcibly pouring the sobering soup into the mouths of the two drunkards, the ghostly woman considerately said, “Don’t worry, they’ll sober up soon! Hee, hee… Let me take you downstairs to clean up.”
The alluring ghost spirit couldn’t help but let out a sly chuckle, her eyes deliberately glancing at the seductive attire of the female enchantress. The essence of yang had already solidified, but the streaks of white traces only made it more tantalizing.
The female enchantress looked down, her jade-like face instantly flushing red to her neck. Immediately after, the two women exchanged a smile, and all their worries mysteriously vanished.
As time passed, the scene shifted, and the two men and two women sat together again, fully dressed.
“Eh, Sister Mei, when did you change your dress? Isn’t this the ghostly woman’s clothes?” Qiao San, the culprit, completely unaware, even asked seriously.
The female enchantress and the ghostly woman were both amused and exasperated. The female enchantress, suppressing her panic, casually made up an excuse and then calmly looked at her husband and Qiao San, asking, “You were drunk just now, don’t you remember anything?”
“No!” The two men thought seriously and then exclaimed in unison, “Wow, what kind of wine is this? So strong!”
“Drunkards!” The female enchantress lightly scolded, her high-strung heart finally settling down, but at the same time, a vague sense of loss emerged deep within her.
“Husband, drinking a jar of this Golden Mushroom Wine would make even a great immortal or demon drunk for three days. Look, how much have you and Brother Ying drunk? If it weren’t for the Jade Grass, you’d have slept for thousands of years!”
The miraculous effects of the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass were indeed well-deserved. Only then did Qiao San remember the main purpose of their visit and promptly stated his intentions.
To divert the topic, the female enchantress also rushed to explain the purpose of their trip before Ying Long could. Finally, the bright and clever flower spirit suggested, “How about this, brother? You first refine the immortal grass into pills, then take the ghostly woman back to your ghost forest. My husband will hand over this empty mountain to the Demon King, and we’ll have fulfilled the king’s command.”
“Husband, to refine the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass, you must use the Samadhi True Fire and the Xuan Wind Cauldron. Although I’ve obtained the treasure in this mountain, my magical power is insufficient. To refine the immortal pills in a short time, you must personally seclude yourself to refine them!”
Qiao San’s gaze, tinged with regret, shifted between Ying Long and the female enchantress, then he nodded solemnly in agreement.
“Thud!” The female enchantress’ heartstrings tightened again, her legs instinctively pressing together. Qiao San’s gaze made her wonder: What is Brother Qiao regretting? Could he remember what happened earlier? Oh heavens…
Time flew, and Qiao San had already been in the alchemy room for seven days.
On this day, the Taixu Cauldron suddenly emitted a brilliant light, and a fragrant aroma filled the air. At the moment of success, the rascal Qiao, remembering the ghostly woman’s reminder, not only retracted the Samadhi True Fire but also smeared his finger with his sword, dripping his Ten Yang Blood into it.
“Bang!” The cauldron spun in mid-air and shrank back to the size of a palm. At that moment, the stone door of the alchemy room was pushed open heavily, and the anxious female enchantress rushed in.
“Brother Qiao, the ghostly woman has been captured by the One-Horned Ghost King! Brother Ying has already chased after him!”
“What? Which direction?”
As the female enchantress’ finger just lifted, a gust of wind had already swept away. When she chased out, she only saw the last trace of the ancient divine bird’s fiery red shadow.
The void was rapidly torn apart, and the cry of the divine bird pierced through the air. Qiao San didn’t catch up with the Ghost King but saw the injured Ying Long. He hurriedly supported the swaying demon body and urgently asked, “Brother, where’s the ghostly woman?”
“Brother, I’m no match for that treacherous One-Horned Ghost. He escaped!”
At this moment, the female enchantress and a group of little demons finally caught up. Qiao San handed Ying Long over to the female enchantress and then chased forward alone, loudly saying, “Sister Mei, protect the immortal grass and wait for me at Xuan Wind Mountain.”
“Be careful!” The female enchantress instinctively reminded him, her heart warming. She couldn’t help but add to Qiao San, who was now just a small black dot, “Brother, I… we’ll wait for you to come back!”
The One-Horned Ghost King, one of the four great demon kings of the underworld, naturally possessed extraordinary magical power. Although Qiao San had obtained the two scriptures and his power had greatly increased, it was still difficult to find the opponent’s traces in a short time.
At critical moments, the anxious rascal always remembered the omnipotent Book Spirit.
“Book Spirit, tell me quickly, how can I find the One-Horned Ghost King?”
A flash of light, and the serene and ethereal figure of the Book Spirit appeared. Sensing Qiao San’s urgency, the Book Spirit didn’t answer directly but solemnly asked, “With the Ghost King’s speed, it’s already too late. Do you still want to chase?”
“Yes, even if I have to chase into the ghost city and turn the old ghost’s lair upside down, I will save the ghostly woman!” At this moment, the rascal’s face was as firm as a rock, less of a smile, more of a man’s rugged masculinity.
“Sigh… alright!” The veil was gently lifted by a sigh, and the Book Spirit’s hands began to trace mysterious patterns, her graceful body emitting a hazy glow.
The space of heaven and earth seemed to suddenly contract, and a passage formed by the power of the “Earth Treatise” and the “Ghost Scripture” instantly appeared beneath Qiao San’s feet.
“Chase quickly, if the Ghost King returns to the ghost city, it will be too late to save her!”
The Book Spirit turned into a beautiful point of light and disappeared, leaving behind a soft and helpless, yet complex and peculiar admonition, “Don’t just play around when you have time, practice more. You’ve only integrated half of the scripture’s power now.”
The Book Spirit, increasingly fond of disciplining Qiao San, the mysterious spirit!
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“Eh, why can’t I see the One-Horned Ghost King? Is he faster than the ancient divine bird, or did the Book Spirit get the direction wrong?”
The immortal phoenix bird could fly thousands of miles with a single flap of its wings, but Qiao San, about to reach the ghost city, still couldn’t see the Ghost King’s shadow. As doubt arose, the bold Qiao San soared into the air, the blood mark between his eyebrows swirling like wind and clouds, and the Ten Yang Red Light burst forth, sweeping across a thousand miles.
“Heh, heh…” Qiao San smiled, a strange mouse catching his eye. The rascal habitually smiled and muttered to himself, “Damn, I’ve never seen such a sneaky mouse.”
A playful glint appeared in his eyes, and the bold Qiao San raised his arms, his body contracting, instantly transforming into a powerful eagle. With a flash of its sharp claws, it was about to pounce on the mouse in the grass below.
“Brother, I couldn’t match that scheming demon. He escaped!”
At that moment, Mei and a group of minor demons finally arrived. Qiao San handed Ying Long over to Mei and then flew off alone, loudly saying, “Sister Mei, protect the immortal herbs. Wait for me at Xuan Feng Mountain.”
“Be careful!” Without hesitation, Mei called out. Her heart warmed, and finally, unable to help herself, she shouted toward the now-distant speck that was Qiao San, “Brother… we’ll wait for you to come back!”
As one of the Four Great Demon Kings of the mortal realm, the One-Horned Demon King possessed formidable powers. Although Qiao San had obtained the Two Treasures Sutras and greatly enhanced his spiritual power, he couldn’t immediately locate his opponent.
At this critical moment, the anxious rogue always thought of the all-knowing Book Spirit.
“Book Spirit, quickly tell me how to find the One-Horned Demon King!”
A flash of light appeared, and the quiet, ethereal figure of the Book Spirit emerged. Feeling Qiao San’s urgency, the Book Spirit didn’t answer directly but instead asked solemnly, “At the demon king’s speed, it’s already too late. Do you still want to chase?”
Similar experiences quickly deepened the friendship between the two women. Although the outcomes were different, they both glared fiercely at Qiao San at the same time.
After forcefully pouring the sobering soup into the mouths of the two drunkards, the ghostly woman considerately said, “Don’t worry, they’ll sober up soon! Hee, hee… Let me take you downstairs to clean up.”
The alluring ghost spirit couldn’t help but let out a sly chuckle, her eyes intentionally glancing at the “seductive” clothes of the female demon. The yang essence had already solidified, but the white streaks only made it even more tantalizing.
The female demon looked down, her jade-like face instantly flushing red to her neck. Then, the two women exchanged a glance and smiled, all their worries mysteriously vanishing.
Time passed, the scene shifted, and the two men and two women sat together again, fully dressed.
“Eh, Sister Mei, when did you change your dress? Isn’t this the ghost woman’s clothes?” Qiao San, the culprit, was completely unaware and even asked seriously.
The female demon and the ghost woman were both amused and exasperated. The female demon, suppressing her panic, casually made up an excuse and then calmly looked at her husband and Qiao San, asking, “You were drunk just now, don’t you remember anything?”
“No!” The two men thought seriously for a moment and then exclaimed in unison, “Wow, what kind of wine is this? It’s so strong!”
“Drunkards!” The female demon lightly scolded, her high-strung heart finally settling, but a vague sense of loss also emerged deep within her.
“Husband, this Golden Mushroom Wine can make even a great immortal or demon drunk for three days after just one jar. Look, how much did you and Brother Ying drink? If it weren’t for the Jade Grass, you’d have slept for thousands of years!”
The miraculous effects of the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass were indeed well-deserved. Upon hearing this, Qiao San remembered his original purpose and quickly stated his intentions.
To change the subject, the female demon also spoke up before Ying Long, explaining the purpose of their trip. Finally, the bright and clever flower spirit suggested, “How about this, brother? You first refine the immortal grass into pills, then take the ghost woman back to your ghost forest. My husband will hand over this empty mountain to the Demon King, and we’ll have fulfilled the king’s command.”
“Husband, to refine the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass, you must use the Three True Fires and the Mystic Wind Cauldron. Although I’ve obtained the treasure in this mountain, my magical power is insufficient. To refine the immortal pills in a short time, you must personally seclude yourself to refine them.”
Qiao San’s eyes, tinged with regret, shifted between Ying Long and the female demon, then he nodded solemnly and agreed.
“Thud!” The female demon’s heartstrings tightened again, and she instinctively clenched her legs. Qiao San’s gaze made her wonder: What is Brother Qiao regretting? Could he remember what happened earlier? Oh heavens…
Time flew by, and Qiao San had already spent seven days in the alchemy room.
On this day, the Taixu Cauldron suddenly emitted a brilliant light, and a fragrant aroma filled the air. At the moment of success, the rogue Qiao San, remembering the ghost woman’s reminder, retracted the Three True Fires and, with a finger swipe on his sword, dripped his Ten Yang Blood into the cauldron.
“Bang!” The cauldron spun in the air and shrank back to the size of a palm. Just then, the stone door of the alchemy room was pushed open heavily, and the anxious female demon rushed in.
“Brother Qiao, the ghost woman has been captured by the One-Horned Ghost King! Brother Ying has already chased after him!”
“What? Which direction?”
As the female demon’s finger just lifted, a gust of wind had already swept away. When she chased out, she only saw the last trace of the ancient divine bird’s fiery red shadow.
The void was rapidly torn apart, and the divine bird’s cry pierced the sky. Qiao San didn’t catch up with the Ghost King but saw the injured Ying Long. He hurriedly supported his swaying demon body and urgently asked, “Brother, where’s the ghost woman?”
“Brother, I’m no match for that treacherous One-Horned Ghost. He escaped!”
At this moment, the female demon and a group of little demons finally caught up. Qiao San handed Ying Long over to the female demon and then chased forward alone, loudly saying, “Sister Mei, protect the immortal grass and wait for me at Mystic Wind Mountain.”
“Be careful!” The female demon instinctively reminded him, her heart warming. She couldn’t help but add to Qiao San, who was now just a small black dot, “Brother, I… we’ll wait for you to come back!”
As one of the four great demon kings of the underworld, the One-Horned Ghost King’s magical power was naturally extraordinary. Although Qiao San had already obtained the Two Treasured Scriptures and his power had greatly increased, it was still difficult to find the opponent’s traces in a short time.
At critical moments, the anxious rogue always remembered the omnipotent Book Spirit.
“Book Spirit, quickly tell me, how can I find the One-Horned Ghost King?”
A flash of light, and the serene and ethereal figure of the Book Spirit appeared. Sensing Qiao San’s urgency, the Book Spirit didn’t answer directly but solemnly said, “At the Ghost King’s speed, it’s already too late. Do you still want to chase?”
“Yes, even if I have to chase into the Ghost City and turn the old ghost’s lair upside down, I will save the ghost woman!” At this moment, the rogue’s face was as firm as a rock, less of a smile, more of a man’s wild masculinity.
“Sigh… alright!” The veil was gently lifted by a sigh, and the Book Spirit’s hands began to trace mysterious patterns, her graceful body emitting a hazy glow.
The space of heaven and earth seemed to suddenly contract, and a passage formed by the power of the “Earth Treatise” and the “Ghost Scripture” instantly appeared beneath Qiao San’s feet.
“Chase quickly. If the Ghost King returns to the Ghost City, it will be too late for you to save her!”
The Book Spirit turned into a beautiful point of light and disappeared, leaving behind a soft, helpless, and complexly mixed admonishment, “Don’t just focus on playing around when you have time. Practice more. You’ve only fused fifty percent of the scripture’s power so far.”
The Book Spirit, increasingly fond of disciplining Qiao San, the mysterious spirit!
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“Eh, why haven’t I seen the One-Horned Ghost King? Is he faster than the ancient divine bird, or did the Book Spirit get the direction wrong?”
With a single flap of its wings, the Immortal Phoenix Bird could fly thousands of miles, yet Qiao San, about to reach the Ghost City, still hadn’t seen the Ghost King’s shadow. A suspicion arose, and the bold Qiao San soared into the sky, the blood mark between his eyebrows swirling like wind and clouds, the Ten Yang Red Light bursting forth, sweeping across a thousand miles.
“Heh, heh…” Qiao San smiled at the corner of his mouth, a strange mouse catching his eye. The rogue habitually smiled and muttered to himself, “Damn, I’ve never seen such a sneaky mouse.”
A playful glint appeared in his eyes, and the bold Qiao San raised his arms, his body contracting, instantly transforming into a powerful eagle. With a flash of its sharp claws, it was about to pounce on the mouse in the grass below.
“Sigh… alright then!” The veil gently lifted with her sigh. The Book Spirit’s hands began to trace mysterious patterns, and her graceful, well-proportioned figure radiated a soft glow.
The heavens and earth seemed to contract in an instant, and a channel formed from the combined power of the “Earth Treatise” and the “Ghost Sutra” instantly appeared beneath Qiao San’s feet.
Similar experiences quickly deepened the friendship between the two women. Although the outcomes were different, they both shot fierce glances at Qiao San simultaneously.
After forcefully pouring the sobering soup into the mouths of the two drunkards, the Ghost Lady considerately said, “Don’t worry, they’ll sober up soon! Hee, hee… Let me take you downstairs to clean up.”
The gorgeous ghost spirit couldn’t help but chuckle, her eyes deliberately glancing at the “alluring” clothes of the female enchantress. The yang essence had already solidified, but the white streaks only made it even more suggestive.
The female enchantress looked down, her jade-like face instantly flushing red to her neck. Then, the two women exchanged a smile, and all their worries mysteriously vanished.
Time passed, and the scene changed. The two men and two women were now sitting together, fully dressed.
“Eh, Sister Mei, when did you change your dress? Isn’t this the Ghost Lady’s clothes?” Qiao San, the culprit, completely unaware, even asked seriously.
The female enchantress and the Ghost Lady were both amused and exasperated. The female enchantress, suppressing her panic, casually made up an excuse and then calmly looked at her husband and Qiao San, asking, “You were drunk just now, don’t you remember anything?”
“No!” The two men thought seriously for a moment and then exclaimed in unison, “Wow, what kind of wine is this? So strong!”
“Drunkards!” The female enchantress lightly scolded, her high-strung heart finally settling, but at the same time, a vague sense of loss emerged deep within her.
“Husband, drinking a jar of this Golden Mushroom Wine would make even a great immortal or demon drunk for three days. Look, how much did you and Brother Ying drink? If it weren’t for the Jade Grass, you’d be sleeping for thousands of years!”
The miraculous effects of the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass were indeed well-deserved. Hearing this, Qiao San finally remembered his main purpose and stated his intentions.
To divert the topic, the female enchantress also rushed to explain the purpose of their trip before Ying Long could. In the end, the bright and clever flower spirit suggested, “How about this, brother? You first refine the immortal grass into pills, then take the Ghost Lady back to your Ghost Forest. My husband will hand over this empty mountain to the Demon King, and we’ll have fulfilled the king’s command.”
“Husband, to refine the Golden Mushroom and Jade Grass, you must use the Samadhi True Fire and the Mystic Wind Cauldron. Although I’ve obtained the treasure in this mountain, my magic power is insufficient. To refine the immortal pills in a short time, you must personally seclude yourself to refine them!”
Qiao San’s gaze, tinged with regret, shifted between Ying Long and the female enchantress, then he nodded solemnly in agreement.
“Thud!” The female enchantress’s heartstrings tightened again, and she instinctively clenched her legs. Qiao San’s gaze made her wonder: What is Brother Qiao regretting?! Does he remember what happened earlier? Oh heavens…
Time flew, and Qiao San had already been in the alchemy room for seven days.
On this day, the Taixu Treasure Cauldron suddenly emitted a brilliant light, and a fragrant aroma filled the air. At the moment of success, the rogue San, remembering the Ghost Lady’s reminder, retracted the Samadhi True Fire and, not forgetting to wipe his sword with his finger, dripped his Ten Yang Blood into it.
“Bang!” The treasure cauldron spun in the air and shrank back to the size of a palm. At that moment, the stone door of the alchemy room was forcefully pushed open, and the anxious female enchantress rushed in.
“Brother Qiao, the Ghost Lady has been captured by the One-Horned Ghost King! Your brother Ying has already chased after him!”
“What? Which direction?”
As the female enchantress raised her finger, a gust of wind had already swept away. When she caught up, she only saw the last trace of the ancient divine bird’s fiery red shadow.
The void was rapidly torn apart, and the divine bird’s cry pierced the sky. Qiao San didn’t catch up with the Ghost King but saw the injured Ying Long. He hurriedly supported the swaying demon body and urgently asked, “Brother, where’s the Ghost Lady?”
“Brother, I’m no match for that treacherous ghost, One-Horn. He escaped!”
At this moment, the female enchantress and a group of little demons finally caught up. Qiao San handed Ying Long over to the female enchantress and then chased forward alone, loudly saying, “Sister Mei, protect the immortal grass and wait for me at Mystic Wind Mountain.”
“Be careful!” The female enchantress instinctively reminded him, her heart warming. She couldn’t help but add to Qiao San, who was now just a small black dot in the distance, “Brother, I… we’ll wait for you to come back!”
As one of the four great demon kings of the underworld, the One-Horned Ghost King’s magic power was naturally extraordinary. Although Qiao San had already obtained the Two Treasured Scriptures and his magic power had greatly increased, he still couldn’t find the opponent’s trail for a while.
At the critical moment, the anxious rogue always remembered the omnipotent Book Spirit.
“Book Spirit, tell me quickly, how can I find the One-Horned Ghost King?”
A flash of light, and the serene and ethereal figure of the Book Spirit appeared. Sensing Qiao San’s urgency, the Book Spirit didn’t answer directly but solemnly said, “At the Ghost King’s speed, it’s already too late. Do you still want to chase?”
“Yes, even if I have to chase into the Ghost City and turn the old ghost’s lair upside down, I will save the Ghost Lady!” At this moment, the rogue’s face was as firm as a rock, less of a smile, more of a man’s masculine wildness.
“Sigh… Alright!” The veil was gently lifted by a sigh, and the Book Spirit’s hands began to trace mysterious patterns, her graceful body emitting a hazy glow.
The space of heaven and earth seemed to suddenly contract, and a passage transformed by the power of the “Earth Treatise” and the “Ghost Scripture” instantly appeared beneath Qiao San’s feet.
“Chase quickly. If the Ghost King returns to the Ghost City, it will be too late to save her!”
The Book Spirit turned into a beautiful light spot and disappeared, leaving behind a soft yet helpless, complex, and peculiar admonishment, “Don’t just play around when you have time. Practice more. You’ve only fused half of the scripture’s power so far.”
The Book Spirit, the mysterious spirit who increasingly liked to discipline Qiao San!
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“Eh, why haven’t I seen the One-Horned Ghost King? Did he fly faster than the ancient divine bird, or did the Book Spirit get the direction wrong?”
The Immortal Phoenix Bird could fly thousands of miles with a single flap of its wings, but Qiao San, about to reach the Ghost City, still hadn’t seen the Ghost King’s shadow. As doubt arose, the bold San soared into the sky, the blood seal between his eyebrows swirling like wind and clouds, and the Ten Yang Red Light burst forth, sweeping across a thousand miles in all directions.
“Heh, heh…” Qiao San smiled, and a strange mouse came into his view. The rogue habitually smiled and muttered to himself, “Damn it, I’ve never seen such a sneaky mouse.”
A playful glint appeared in his eyes. The bold San raised his arms, his body contracting, and in an instant, he transformed into a powerful eagle. With a flash of his sharp claws, he was about to pounce on the mouse in the grass below.
The Book Spirit vanished into beautiful motes of light, leaving behind only a gentle yet helpless voice filled with complexity and subtle emotion: “When you have free time, don’t just play around—cultivate more. Right now, you’ve only harnessed half the power of the sutras.”
The Book Spirit, that mysterious spirit who increasingly liked to lecture Qiao San!
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“Huh? Why haven’t I seen the One-Horned Demon King? Could he have flown faster than the ancient divine bird, or did the Book Spirit miscalculate the direction?”
The immortal phoenix bird could cover thousands of miles with a single flap of its wings, yet Qiao San still hadn’t seen the demon king even as he approached the Ghost City. Doubt crept into his mind, and the bold Qiao San rose into the sky. His third eye flared open, radiating crimson light like swirling clouds and winds, sweeping across hundreds of miles in all directions.
“Hehe…” A smirk curled Qiao San’s lips as an odd-looking rat came into view. The rogue grinned his usual grin and muttered to himself, “Damn, I’ve never seen a rat so sneaky before.”
A glint of mischief flashed in his eyes. Bold San spread his arms, his body contracting as he transformed into a powerful black eagle. His sharp talons gleamed as he dove toward the grass where the rat was hiding.
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