After listening to the sound transmission, Ghost General Mo Tuo turned to look at Lu Ming and the others.
“You’re in luck! You don’t have to go suffer in the mines anymore!”
Hearing this, the Tianqi Ancestor and the others felt a wave of relief. It was better than digging in a mine. After all, they were people of status; being seen by acquaintances while mining would be quite embarrassing!
Only Lu Ming felt a bit disappointed. He had been hoping to fleece some spirit stones from the mines, but now he wouldn't get the chance!
“You can go suffer in the Artifact Forging Pavilion instead!”
Only then did Ghost General Mo Tuo finish his sentence.
Lu Ming and the group: “...”
Seriously, that was one hell of a long pause!
Besides, you’re a ghost—you don’t even need to breathe!
The Tianqi Ancestor and the others muttered to themselves: Well, the Artifact Forging Pavilion has to be better than the mines, right?
The flatbed spirit boat carried Lu Ming and the group toward Heibei City.
Along the way, Lu Ming observed the world. Yin energy billowed everywhere.
The earth was a deathly ink-black, and ghostly green soulfires could be seen all over.
The sky was lightless, and all things were devoid of color; there wasn't a single vibrant hue to be found!
It was like watching an old black-and-white TV, except everything was just various shades of black.
Snap!
Whenever they encountered a passing ghost, Ghost General Mo Tuo would simply reach out, snatch them, and toss them onto the spirit boat.
In this manner, they eventually reached Heibei City.
Lu Ming saw Heibei City from a distance.
Pitch-black walls rose from the ground, covered in ghost runes with black mist swirling around them.
A massive black flag with the words “Ghost King Hei Dun” fluttered in the wind atop the city walls.
Thud!
The spirit boat nosedived. Lu Ming and the others, who had been busy observing the city, were thrown off before they could react.
Lu Ming and Bao Duoduo quickly stabilized themselves to avoid falling face-first onto the ground.
Ghost General Mo Tuo and the ghost soldiers were also tossed out, but they seemed used to it and stood up naturally.
Lu Ming’s mouth twitched. The way they disembarked from spirit boats in the Xuanming Great World was a bit too unique.
Just then, Ghost General Mo Tuo put away the boat and muttered, “That was a bit of a hard stop. I’ll slow down next time.”
“Great General, you actually stopped very well this time! Much better than the last one!” a ghost soldier flattered.
Lu Ming: “...”
That was a good stop? If they hadn't been cultivators, they would have been smashed into meat paste.
“Hurry, hurry! What are you standing around for? Get into the city!”
Mo Tuo’s urge rang out.
Lu Ming, the cultivators, and the ghosts all followed Mo Tuo into Heibei City.
The buildings along the streets were all dark and somber, though they looked similar in structure to those in the human world.
With occasional ghosts drifting by, the entire city felt oppressive and deathly quiet.
Ghost General Mo Tuo led them to a massive courtyard.
Inside, rows of buildings were neatly arranged, though one section had collapsed for some unknown reason.
As soon as they stepped through the gate, Lu Ming saw a large black dog covered in blood.
It was hanging upside down by its hind legs, yelping and screaming as a fierce-looking ghost soldier whipped it.
Lu Ming took a glance and thought, Huh, that dog’s build looks an awful lot like Big Yellow’s!
Before he could look closer, Wang Defa sent him a transmission: “It’s the Second Sect Master!!”
What?
Lu Ming suspected he had misheard, but upon closer inspection, that black-furred dog really was Big Yellow. Its fur only looked black because it was covered in filth!
Seriously, how did he end up in such a miserable state? Where was all that cleverness he usually had?
At that moment, the ghost soldier whipping Big Yellow stopped and shouted, “All you newcomers, look closely! This is what happens when you don’t follow the rules and do a sloppy job! If any of you dare to act like him in the future, it won’t be as simple as a beating—I’ll refine you directly into a weapon!”
While the ghost soldier was busy using Big Yellow as a negative example, Lu Ming had already approached Ghost General Mo Tuo.
“General Mo Tuo, this little soldier is quite arrogant. He didn’t even greet you when you arrived. Does he look down on you?”
“General Mo Tuo, when you first walked in, he didn't even glance at you. His eyes were full of blatant contempt...” Wang Defa added with a look of honest concern.
Mo Tuo, who hadn't paid much attention before, now looked toward the ghost soldier supervisor.
The supervisor was currently barking orders at other ghosts to drag Big Yellow away to continue working. It really did feel like he was ignoring Mo Tuo.
Boom!
The ghost soldier supervisor, who had just finished his tasks and was about to pay his respects to Mo Tuo, was suddenly lashed into oblivion by Mo Tuo’s whip before he even knew what hit him.
Thick yin energy dissipated into the void.
The Tianqi Ancestor watched this scene with dark, cold eyes.
These guys are despicable, shameless, and incredibly petty. Truly the behavior of vile people. I need to find a chance to kill them. Otherwise, they’ll screw me over sooner or later.
He had heard Emperor Tianqi talk about the love-hate history between him and Lu Ming. Since Emperor Tianqi was his descendant, that meant they had a grudge. In that case, if he didn't kill Lu Ming, he definitely wouldn't sleep soundly!
For the sake of his future sleep quality, this guy had to die!
Most importantly, this guy had some kind of spatial treasure on him, as well as two stalks of Returning Origin Pure Heart Grass...
...
Meanwhile, inside a forging room, Big Yellow was lying on the ground with glazed eyes, his body twitching. His aura was incredibly chaotic.
Beside him, Xue Wuchang and Feng Qingqing were both filled with worry.
Xue Wuchang muttered while channeling spiritual energy into Big Yellow, “Third Sect Master, I told you—why did you have to try and copy the Great Sect Master’s showboating? Don’t you know he’s not even human?”
Big Yellow said weakly, “I’m not human either!”
Xue Wuchang: “...”
“Third Sect Master, look at you. Out of the eight hexagrams, you learned four; out of the five rites, you only learned the funeral; out of the eight great cuisines, you learned how to pickle salt; and out of the hundred arts of cultivation, you only learned how to self-destruct...”
Big Yellow rolled his eyes. “Am I really that bad?”
Xue Wuchang said helplessly, “Don't look at the process, look at the result!”
“When the Great Sect Master showboats, nothing explodes! Look at you—you blew yourself black and got beaten up on top of that!”
Hearing this, Big Yellow lay on the ground like a dead dog and stopped talking.
Xue Wuchang felt mentally exhausted; he had never worried this much in his life. He continued to advise, “Third Sect Master, from now on, don’t try to compete with that absolute beast of a Great Sect Master. Let’s just forge normally. He’s just not normal...”
“Not normal? Does that mean I’m ‘abnormal’?”
Xue Wuchang was in the middle of his lecture when a voice suddenly rang out from behind him.
“Wuchang, it’s me!”
“Wuchang is me!” Xue Wuchang replied subconsciously. Then, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
He turned around to see Lu Ming looking at him with a half-smile.
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