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As the procession carrying white bone lanterns slowly emerged from the ghost village, the nearby ghosts all retreated, none daring to provoke them, seemingly quite wary.

Upon seeing this, Hua Changxi quickly retreated to the depths of the ghostly horde by the roadside and hid among them.

Ghost Clan A (shrinking his neck): "Hiss... Lady Crimson Nightmare hasn't stepped out of Ghost Nightmare Village for many years. Why is she making such a big fuss about going to Ghost Realm Fortress today?"

Ghost B (trembling, voice weak): "What else could it be? In my opinion, it must be that the appearance of the Lord of the Underworld just now alarmed Lady Red Nightmare."

"With Lady of the Other Shore Flower's clone destroyed, the Lord of the Underworld will definitely not let this go. And Ghost Nightmare Village is adjacent to the Ancient Road of the Underworld. If the Lord of the Underworld really wants to cause trouble for the Ghost Clan, Ghost Nightmare Village will be the first to bear the brunt."

"It's highly likely that Lady Chiyan has entered the city to investigate the situation."

Ghost C (with fear in his eyes): "The pressure that the Lord of the Underworld just unleashed was truly terrifying. If it weren't for the protective array in our village, many of the low-level ghosts would have been annihilated."

Ghost Clan Ding (in a very low voice): "I hope the Ghost King can find the murderer soon and give the Lord of the Underworld an explanation. Otherwise, we may never be able to set foot on the Road to the Underworld again!"

"Once the Lord of the Underworld gets angry and blocks the river, we won't even have a chance to escape."

Ghost Clan A (shuddered, the ghostly fire in his eyes flickering as if recalling some extremely terrifying scene): "Isn't that right?"

"Do you still remember that a hundred years ago, Ghost Realm Fortress and the Lord of the Underworld fell out? During that time, any ghost that stepped onto the Path to the Underworld was devoured by the Lord of the Underworld, without even a chance to resist."

Ghost B (shrinking his neck, still feeling lingering fear) said, "How could I not remember? During that time, it wasn't just the ghosts of the Ghost Realm who suffered. The Lord of the Underworld went completely mad. He even devoured the souls of those who had just died in the mortal world and entered the Nine Netherworlds."

"During that period, the Ghost Realm was depleted of new souls, and many villages and towns dissipated on their own due to the lack of fresh soul power."

"If it weren't for the combined pressure from Youdu City and the Samsara Palace, who knows how many ghosts and souls the Lord of the Yellow Springs would have devoured."

Ghost C (indignant but not daring to speak loudly): "Alas, the Lord of the Underworld is far too domineering!"

Ghost A (glancing wistfully at the surging Yellow Springs River in the distance): "Who can blame him for having such deep roots? Wherever the Yellow Springs River flows, it is his territory. As long as the river doesn't dry up, he is omnipresent."

"Let's just pray that this turmoil passes quickly..."

Hua Changxi mingled among the ghosts, listening to them chatter in their incomprehensible language, her face somewhat blank and stiff.

She never expected that the biggest challenge she would encounter deep in the heart of the Netherworld would be the language barrier!
Looking at the whispering ghosts, she could only discern their emotions and, through their body language, roughly guess that they were discussing the aftermath of the appearance of the Lord of the Underworld.

Hua Changxi concealed his aura without making a sound, and under the cover of the gray mist, quietly slipped away from the whispering ghosts.

She dared not linger.

Even if she uses will-o'-the-wisps to mimic the coldness of the demons, if a demon approaches her, she might arouse their suspicion even if she remains silent; if she speaks, she will instantly give herself away.

"We need to find a way to overcome the language barrier."

Otherwise, if she enters Ghost Realm Fortress and encounters an emergency that requires her to speak, and she doesn't know the Ghost Clan's language, then all that awaits her is to run away.

Besides making it easier to disguise herself, there was another reason why she learned the language of the Ghost Clan: it would be a huge loss if she couldn't understand anything and didn't get any information after all the effort she had to make to enter Ghost Realm Fortress.

But how do I learn it?

Hua Changxi remembered that among the Twelve Forms of Soul Control that he had exchanged with Wei Zhenjie for the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, there was a technique called Soul Control that could manipulate and control the soul.

Perhaps, we could manipulate a few demons to teach her their language; her spiritual power is not weak, so she should learn quickly.

Just as she began looking for a suitable 'teacher'
The procession of white bone lanterns, which had been marching in a grand and imposing manner towards Ghost Realm Fortress, suddenly stopped without warning.

Immediately following, drawn by the piercing sound of the suona horn, the scarlet sedan chair slowly turned around. Not forward, nor to the side, but straight towards Hua Changxi's location!

"Ok?"

Hua Changxi's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately sensed that something was wrong.

The place she was in was completely opposite to the direction of entering Ghost Realm Fortress. Why would the red sedan chair procession suddenly change its route and approach this way?

Especially after seeing the surprised and puzzled expressions on the faces of the ghosts around her, Hua Changxi, disguised as a 'ghost,' became even more wary and carefully retreated to a more secluded place.

To verify whether the red sedan chair procession was heading straight for him, Hua Changxi deliberately changed direction several times as he retreated.

However, no matter how she changed direction, the crimson sedan chair remained as persistent as a leech, relentlessly pursuing her, and drawing ever closer...

Hua Changxi was certain—she had been discovered!

Taking a deep breath, Hua Changxi stopped making pointless probes and retreated into the more remote and darker depths of the rocky forest.

The terrain there was complex, and the fog was thick. If the other party really wanted to make a move, it would at least give them more room to maneuver. After entering the chaotic rock forest, Hua Changxi completely blended into the thick, impenetrable darkness, and then, like a hunter, waited for the arrival of the scarlet sedan chair.

Fifteen minutes later, the breathtaking procession of white bone lanterns finally stopped outside the chaotic rock forest.

The wind seemed to freeze at that moment.

The curtains of the scarlet sedan chair moved without wind, slowly lifting a corner. A pair of eyes, exuding a chilling aura, like two ghostly lamps, pierced straight through layers of jagged rocks and gray mist, locking onto the corner where Hua Changxi was hiding with unparalleled precision.

"Ah...what a fragrant soul."

A lazy yet chilling voice boomed through the void, carrying a hint of mockery and greed.

As soon as he finished speaking, a red light flashed inside the sedan chair!

Lady Crimson Nightmare had transformed into a blood-red rainbow, tearing through the gray mist and flying straight into the chaotic rock forest.

Hua Changxi's expression was solemn. The aura emanating from the red-clad female ghost was even stronger than that of the previous clone of Lady Biyanhua.

She didn't want to use the black broken sword, but she really didn't want to cause a big commotion outside Ghost Realm Fortress. So, when the figure of the red-clothed female ghost attacked, she didn't dodge, but instead looked terrified and waited for her to get closer.

She stood frozen in place, like a lamb to the slaughter, quietly waiting for her prey to approach.

meters
Ten meters
The beautiful yet ferocious face of the woman in red was now clearly visible. Her outstretched claws gleamed with a chilling aura as they pointed directly at Hua Changxi's face, her eyes filled with the ecstatic joy of about to enjoy her meal.

one meter!
It's now!

A black broken sword suddenly appeared in Hua Changxi's empty right palm.

He raised his knife and slashed.

There were no fancy moves, only extreme speed and ruthlessness.

“Netherworld…” Lady Red Nightmare could have dodged it, but she was stunned when she saw the black broken sword.

When masters clash, life and death can be decided in an instant.

puff!

The black light ripped through the sky like lightning, carrying unparalleled sharpness, and slashed down fiercely!

A sharp, tearing sound rang out, and the red-clad female ghost was cleaved in two before she could even scream!

However, the expected complete annihilation of the soul did not occur.

The red-clad female ghost's cultivation far surpassed that of the other shore flower clone she had previously slain. Instead of collapsing and dissipating, the two halves of her body, which had been split in two, burst forth with intense and dazzling crimson light the moment they touched the ground!
"roar~"

A piercing scream rang out simultaneously from the two halves of the body.

The surging ghostly energy writhed wildly like a living thing, and in the blink of an eye, the broken body began to reassemble itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Upon seeing this, Hua Changxi's expression changed, and he swung his sword again.

……

Outside the chaotic rocky forest, the procession of white bone lanterns still stood quietly in the same spot.

Half an hour later.

A faint red light streaked out from the rocky forest, piercing the night sky and flying straight into the scarlet sedan chair.

The sedan curtains fell, obscuring everything inside.

"Your Majesty~"

Just as the maid on the left side of the scarlet sedan chair was about to step forward, before she could finish speaking, a clear and melodious bell suddenly broke the silence, and the sound waves swept through the entire procession like ripples on water.

The sound of the bell instantly pierced the eyes of all the demons, leaving them vacant and unfocused.

The bells stopped ringing, the emptiness faded, and the eyes of the ghosts regained their brilliance—an absolute submission to the woman in red within the scarlet sedan chair.

Then, the long-silent suona music resumed, and the procession slowly set off, heading straight for the majestic and eerie Ghost Realm Fortress. (End of Chapter)