Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

"I can't handle it?"

The Ghost King's deep eyes were fixed on Zhang Xiaofan, a faint crimson glint in their depths. Suddenly, he opened his arms and laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.
"Ha ha ha ha………"

"I am the Ghost King, how could I not be able to control the power of Asura?"

"You wait, when I obtain the power of Asura, destroy Qingyun, and unify the world, then you will know how unparalleled I, the Ghost King, am."

In this space inside the mountain, large rocks protrude from the mountain walls.

On a stone platform opposite, Mr. Ghost, dressed in black, stood quietly.

Beneath the ghost mask, he stared eerily at the Ghost King and his companions opposite him.

Looking at the stubborn Ghost King, Zhang Xiaofan thought that if the Ghost King were corrupted by the power of Asura, he would have to save him for the sake of his wife, Biyao.

Moreover, it would take some effort, just like Dao Xuan Zhenren did. To avoid future trouble, he advised again:

"The Asura power on that Dragon-Subduing Cauldron is too domineering. You can tell just by looking at some of the disciples of the Ghost King Sect."

"When the Four Spirits Blood Array is completed in forty-nine days, the Heavenly Fiend King on the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron will run rampant, and the power of Asura will surely turn you into a ruthless demon."

"Hehe!" Upon hearing this, the Ghost King shook his head, stared at Zhang Xiaofan, and said in a deep voice:
"Master Ghost is a great talent in the art of ghosts, the most proficient person in the way of ghosts. Although your cultivation is so advanced, can your knowledge surpass that of Master Ghost? Even Master Ghost said there was nothing wrong, so why do you say such a thing?"

At this point, the Ghost King's eyes turned even redder, and he stared warily at Zhang Xiaofan, saying in a gloomy tone:
"Could it be that you fear that once I obtain the power of Asura, I will no longer need your help to unify the Demonic Sect, and I will become a threat to you?"

Seeing the crimson in the Ghost King's eyes, Zhang Xiaofan knew that the Ghost King had spent the past eleven years frequently in the Blood Pool. Over the years, the murderous aura of the Blood Pool had silently influenced the Ghost King.

Realizing he couldn't persuade the other party, he simply stopped trying and turned away, ignoring the Ghost King.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaofan remained silent and even turned his head away, the Ghost King thought he had been right, as Zhang Xiaofan's actions had rendered him speechless.

Therefore, I became even more determined in my mind to keep my mind to myself.

Hearing the Ghost King's words, Biyao glared at him fiercely and snapped:
“Father, how could Xiao Fan be that kind of person? You’ve wronged him. If you continue like this, Yao’er will ignore you from now on and leave you alone in this hellish Ghost King Sect.”

As the Ghost King listened to Biyao's words, the crimson in his eyes quickly dimmed. He looked at Biyao with affection and said gently:

"Yao'er, don't worry. After all, Zhang Xiaofan comes from the Qingyun Sect, so it's normal for him to be wary of me."

“But now he is your husband, and he is not even thirty years old. For your sake, I will not hold it against him.”

As Biyao listened to the Ghost King's words, she knew that he was stubborn and that she could not persuade him no matter what.

Therefore, he could only shake his head, take Zhang Xiaofan's arm with both hands, and say:

"Xiao Fan, my father has gone mad with desire. He's completely unresponsive to our advice. Let's go."

After saying that, she took Zhang Xiaofan's arm and turned to leave.

After taking a few steps, Zhang Xiaofan suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Mr. Ghost on the opposite stone platform, his eyes sharp.

Mr. Ghost felt a chill run down his spine as he looked into Zhang Xiaofan's sharp eyes. Although Zhang Xiaofan's face remained calm, Mr. Ghost felt a chill run down his spine.

After all, if he hadn't run fast back on Qingyun Mountain, he would have been killed by Zhang Xiaofan long ago.

Or perhaps Zhang Xiaofan intentionally let him go. Otherwise, even if he escaped, Zhang Xiaofan could catch up in an instant.

Moreover, during his eleven years at the Ghost King Sect, Zhang Xiaofan killed countless members of the demonic sect. His murderous aura was extremely strong, even surpassing that of the Ghost King.

Therefore, Mr. Ghost was terrified of Zhang Xiaofan. Thinking this, Mr. Ghost bowed slightly to Zhang Xiaofan, cupped his hands in a respectful greeting, and said:

"Vice Sect Master, what urgent matter is it?"

Zhang Xiaofan stared at Mr. Ghost, observing his leisurely yet fearful eyes, and said calmly:

"Mr. Ghost, you know nothing about the true power of Asura. You are playing with fire, and you should know that playing with fire will only lead to your own destruction!"

Mr. Ghost trembled upon hearing this and looked up at the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron floating above the blood pool.

After eleven years, the spiritual power of the ancient beasts has made the Four Spirits Blood Array even more powerful, and the once mottled and decaying Fulong Cauldron is now completely renewed, radiating a faint purple light, with lifelike patterns on it.

Especially the statue of the Heavenly King of Calamity, with its eyes that seem like those of a demon from the abyss of hell, bloodthirsty and terrifying...

As he watched, Mr. Ghost suddenly felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet, which instantly spread throughout his body and rushed to the top of his head.

Mr. Ghost's body trembled, and he staggered back two steps in a daze.

Could it be that he was really wrong?
Impossible. According to his cultivation level, he was only at the late Shangqing stage, not a top-tier existence in the cultivation world.

However, when it comes to the path of ghosts, if he claims to be second, no one in the current cultivation world would dare to claim to be first.

It seems that, just as the Ghost King said, Zhang Xiaofan had foreseen the immense power of the Asura Force, which is why he came to persuade the Ghost King to abandon it.

Thinking of this, Mr. Ghost maintained his clasped-hands posture and said respectfully:
"Vice Sect Master, thank you for the reminder. However, the current situation is beyond my control."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan knew that Mr. Ghost did not take his words seriously.

That's human nature; sometimes, nobody believes the truth. But if you say something flattering, obsequious, or sycophantic, you're guaranteed to believe it 100%.

Since ancient times, honest advice has always been hard to hear!
"Ugh!"

Zhang Xiaofan sighed, thinking about how troublesome it would be to exorcise the Asura power from the Ghost King in the future.

He glanced at the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron above the blood pool, then at the Ghost King, and said:
That's all I have to say. Take care of yourself!

After saying that, he left with Biyao.

The Ghost King stared at Zhang Xiaofan and Biyao's retreating figures until they were long gone before turning his gaze away.

At this moment, Mr. Ghost recalled what Zhang Xiaofan had just said, glanced at the increasingly eerie Fulong Cauldron, and said:
"Sect Master, what the Vice Sect Master said..."

"Hmph!" Before he could finish speaking, the Ghost King let out a cold snort and said:
"Who do you think understands the Fulong Cauldron better, him or you?"

Mr. Ghost paused for a moment before saying:
"The Vice Sect Master can't even recognize the inscriptions on the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron, let alone understand the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron and the power of Asura. I should understand the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron and the power of Asura better than the Vice Sect Master."

"Since that's the case, then you understand better, so there's no need to heed Zhang Xiaofan's words." Saying this, the Ghost King looked in the direction Zhang Xiaofan had left and said in a deep voice:
"When I first passed on to him the second volume of the Heavenly Book and his life's insights, I thought that with his amazing talent, he could achieve great success in twenty years, reach the peak of Shangqing, and help me unify the world."

"Unexpectedly, in just eleven years, he broke through to the Taiqing realm, and his Daoist skills surpassed even his master's."

"Even I am now, I'm afraid I'm no match for him."

"His strength is so great that he is increasingly disregarding me, which makes me restless and unable to eat or sleep. Now, only by obtaining the power of Asura can I suppress him."

(End of this chapter)