Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

Chapter 233 Cold Mountain Ghost King

"call!"

We were full and satisfied.

On the street, Cangli stretched and stepped into the inn, sighing, "Although the situation doesn't seem to have changed much, seeing him here makes me feel inexplicably more at ease."

"Yeah?"

Old He walked in noncommittally, admitting that Lin Shu was different from most of the idle demon kings he had ever met.

Even at first glance, he commands respect, possessing the same youthful arrogance and high spirits as the young master.

But many things in this world cannot be accomplished by courage and ruthlessness alone; the most important things are strength and skill.

"laugh."

Cangli glanced back at the old man and sneered, "Then why did you sit down just now?"

Old He's steps faltered slightly, and his face quickly flushed red.

After struggling for a while, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence with a blank expression: "Consider it paying you back."

Lin Shu's earlier words rekindled the hope in Lao He's heart.

He's just not used to this role change.

In the past, he was the one who gave the orders and the demon kings of the mortal realm carried them out. Now, however, he was the one who was following orders and carrying them out. He must have felt a sense of loss.

But even with the relatively small goal of finding the young master's remains, he was completely clueless and lost his composure.

Although the Demon King Lin's strength wasn't particularly high, he was bold and daring.

Old He really needs a replacement for the young master to guide him, even if the other party is just a low-end version with a few basic features, it can help him to "come back to life" for the time being.

Whether it succeeds or not is irrelevant.

At least he would feel that he was still helping the young master, instead of wasting the other party's sacrifice.

"So you did know you owed us?"

Cangli rolled her eyes at him, too lazy to say anything more, and went straight upstairs.

As arranged by Master Lin, the two needed to reorganize the contingency plans left by Luo Fengming and deduce the most likely location for Ning's daughter.

Then—probably by adding fuel to the fire later and spreading the news?

Thinking of this, Cangli couldn't help but shudder.

Fortunately, I was blinded by greed and blocked the sword without thinking.

If Master Lin dared to plot against even the Ning family, how much more so would he, a demon king of the Great Shun Dynasty whom he was not familiar with? If he had made the wrong choice back then, he would probably have been tricked into leaving not even a bone fragment.

Even Cangli couldn't quite understand it.

How can someone be so loyal to the point of almost bringing tears to people's eyes, yet so cold and ruthless on the other hand?

The two returned to the filthy guest room, each with their own thoughts.

On the street outside the inn.

Yuan Yuan finally spoke. He turned to look at Lin Shu and smiled, "To be honest, I came to Da Shun simply to vent my anger for Zhi Yao and find a way to break the Devouring Spirit Insects. I never expected to encounter such a big thing."

Su Zhiyao is Su Xin's real name.

This is the truth.

In Yuan Yuan's original plan, this was one of the two things he needed to do in the last part of his life.

Another thing is to keep an eye on the nine prefectures of Yongzhou for Lin Shu.

I've experienced both defeat and victory in my life, and my spirit has been worn down considerably.

"You can try, but you must be decisive."

He reached out and patted Lin Shu on the shoulder, offering no further words of comfort.

The Moon-Devouring Demon King, having defeated immortals with human strength, was at the height of his temper and could not be persuaded with just a few words.

No matter how difficult things are, the other party will definitely choose to give it a try.

But as Yuan Yuan said, it's okay to try, but you should wake up as soon as possible.

Crossing the Hengshui River was a slim chance for others, but for Lin Shu, who possessed the Mountain God's Carriage, the probability of success was much greater, certainly much better than staying in the two countries.

More importantly, this young man has already become the Demon King.

But he is still a proper immortal cultivator!

In the eyes of ordinary demons, the more terrifying and dangerous world beyond Hengshui is very likely the path that leads Lin Shu directly to immortality.

"father----

Su Xin was stunned for a moment. Although her father had a faint smile on his face, the pessimism in his voice was extremely strong.

You should know that the other party was a prodigy just like Lin Shu back then.

Even if his strength and talent are inferior, his spirit is unmatched, and he even set a precedent by attacking a half-life immortal!

Yuan Yuan didn't say anything, but gently patted her head.

Hengshui's condition is actually quite abnormal.

Those with more profound cultivation and broader knowledge tend to treat the Dragon Palace less favorably than many juniors.

Only by standing higher can one more clearly recognize how vast and inviolable this power truly is.

It's just a pity for the people of Yongzhou.

I wonder how desperate and sorrowful my junior brother and those little guys from Jinhe would feel if they found out that it was all meaningless, when they were so enthusiastically planning to create a peaceful haven for the common people.

The Moon-Devouring Demon King suddenly appeared and led everyone to cross the high mountains.

Unfortunately, behind the mountain lies not the future, but an insurmountable chasm.

"Master Lin, that old man has figured out the location."

At this moment, all of them received a telepathic message from Cangli.

"According to Ning's schedule, Luo Fengming prepared four or five things for her, all of which were clues about the Hengshui forces' cruelty to living beings. Each one could take her life."

"That kid is a real beast!"

Even knowing that Luo Fengming was doing this for them, these idle demons, Cang Li still couldn't help but sigh.

After all, this method only works for kind-hearted people.

If Ning's daughter were indifferent, she wouldn't have paid any attention to these clues. Only those who care about ordinary people would take the bait and be led step by step into the trap.

No sooner had she finished cursing than Cangli realized something was wrong.

It seems that my own Master Lin is about to do something similar.

He quickly changed his tune with an embarrassed smile, saying, "On the other hand, those who achieve great things don't concern themselves with trifles."

"Ugh."

Su Xin turned her body slightly to the side and sighed inwardly.

She's quite a ruthless person.

But he is more ruthless towards himself, and even when he uses others, it is with the lure of wealth and power.

Bullying a kind-hearted person who is inexperienced in the ways of the world has really crossed her bottom line.

However, Su Xin knew how difficult the situation was, so she didn't say anything and just stood quietly to the side.

"The Ghost King of Cold Mountain!"

Cangli cut straight to the point: "This half-immortal, taking advantage of the chaotic situation, plans to use the name of the demon race to collect a batch of souls for his own use before Hengshui wipes out all the demons."

This kind of thing is somewhat shady.

If the demons are indeed wiped out by Hengshui in the future, it will be difficult to find anyone to take the blame, making the operation inconvenient. Therefore, this ghost king is in a hurry and plans to collect all the necessary supplies for the future at once.

"The Ghost King is a Yin General of the Underworld, and is considered a colleague of the Qi Family Night Patrol God."

Yuan Yuan picked up the conversation and said softly, "If that's the case, you don't really need to get involved. As long as the Ning family girl dares to go, she has absolutely no hope of surviving."

His thoughts were similar to his daughter's.

If it's not necessary, I don't want Lin Shu to have dirty hands; let those sins be left to the deceased Luo Fengming.

Upon hearing this, Lin Shu slowly walked into the inn, and her words stunned the others: "Then we have to go even more."

He turned around and smiled: "I never said I wanted her dead."

"You've softened?" A genuine smile gradually appeared on Yuan Yuan's face. This was the Lin Ye he knew, the one who clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentment.

"It doesn't matter much."

Lin Shu shook his head. He really didn't want to do such a thing, but there were other reasons: "The Ning family's reaction is uncontrollable. Luo Fengming dares to use it this way because, given his status, this is just one of many backup plans. If it's gone, he can find another one."

"But for us, this woman is the only option right now."

With just two simple sentences, everyone realized what he was thinking.

If the Ning family girl dies, Ning Yanche will surely be furious, but whether he will wage war against Hengshui or vent his anger on the murderer is not something we can decide.

"So what are you planning to do?" Yuan Yuan had just asked when he realized something was wrong.

Because Lin Shu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a slightly teasing smile: "Then we'll have to trouble Senior Yuan Yuan to think of a way to tie this beautiful woman to us."

Yuan Yuan stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"A beautiful woman?" His face twitched twice. "If I remember correctly, you said in the quiet room before that she might be an ugly old hag."

Yuan Yuan didn't care about looks, but this rough man, used to settling scores with his fists, couldn't stand the idea of ​​selling his body.

Besides, he's already this old, doesn't he feel ashamed?

For some reason, I had the strange feeling that an old woman, past her prime, was being forced into prostitution by Lin Shu.

"That was just my guess, and besides, inner beauty is beauty too."

Lin Shu didn't give the other party a chance to refuse. It was just a matter of recruiting Ning family girls, not a real marriage: "I am young, and Cang Li is ugly. Senior, please don't refuse."

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The civet cat upstairs heard the telepathic message, its face contorted with bitterness. It instinctively wanted to retort, but when it opened its mouth, it didn't know what to say.

Actually, my inner self is quite beautiful too.

Su Xin's eyelids twitched. In just a few words, she realized that she was about to have another mother?

However, compared to the astonishment of the others.

The one who truly found it hard to accept was Lao He, who had remained silent throughout.

He didn't understand at all.

Have these people not heard of the title "Ghost King of Cold Mountain"?

Those are half-life immortals belonging to the underworld, not only possessing profound strength, but also wielding bizarre power unimaginable to mortal cultivators.

How come these idle demon kings make it sound like they can save her whenever they want?

Amidst the gray-white mountains, vegetation withered, resembling a rugged sea of ​​stones.

Two beautiful figures flashed continuously within the scene, clearly chasing after some being.

"Miss, this is going too far. Shall we stop here this time?"

Dongling exhaled two breaths of spiritual energy, which were immediately frozen by an invisible chill.

She looked around warily.

This is the chilling cold of the underworld, which cannot be resisted by the power of the mortal realm.

The intense chill could only mean that the two had already entered the Ghost King's territory.

"never mind?"

The young man in white had disheveled hair and had already removed his shattered gold mask.

His narrow eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Those are the lives of seventeen counties, large and small. If we had arrived a moment later, half of the prefecture would have been turned into an empty, dead zone."

"Not only that, these beasts He sent out even dared to use the name of my Heavenly Demon Palace. Now you're telling me to let it go?"

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"If you're scared, then go home by yourself and don't follow me!"

Clearly, Ning Qingzhi was furious. This was the first time she had ever lost her temper with Dongling since she was a child.

The maid's eyes immediately reddened, and she stammered, "I... I didn't mean that."

Seeing the pitiful state of the other party, Ning Qingzhi took a few deep breaths and barely managed to suppress the murderous intent in her heart.

She had no idea what was wrong with this world.

Since leaving home and descending the mountain, every piece of information she had gathered and every event she had witnessed had been so ugly and unbearable.

It was as if someone had personally torn away the facade of peace and forced the bloody reality of the mortal world into her eyes.

It seems to be saying that this is the truest form of the world ruled by immortals!

"Kill all the immortal descendants who made the move, then we'll leave."

Ning Qingzhi took a deep breath and finally calmed down a bit.

She didn't bring many servants with her on this trip, as she just wanted to relax. She also brought only some light and small protective items, keeping everything simple.

With only these resources, it's unrealistic to expect to deal with a highly experienced underworld immortal.

"Wear this and be careful."

She tore off the necklace from her neck and shoved it into Dongling's hand. Without giving Dongling a chance to refuse, she transformed into a rainbow of light and pounced on him again.

Not every underworld immortal is as flamboyant as the Night Wanderer of the Qi family.

The temple should be built in the very center of the bustling city.

Although they need incense offerings and prayers, they also dislike the yang energy of the human world.

Therefore, most immortals who come from the underworld prefer to place their immortal bodies in more comfortable, desolate places.

The Ghost King of Cold Mountain was one of them.

The day and night wandering gods and ghost kings are all deputy commanders. Only by making great contributions can they be promoted to the Yin commander, who is of the same level as Wuchang.

It's clear that the Cold Mountain Ghost King has accumulated a considerable amount of offerings, and it's time to start considering ways to replenish his resources.

At the end of the gray-white stone sea, a small temple stands alone, surrounded by barren land.

The statue sat quietly on the altar.

Below, on the prayer mats, knelt five disheveled figures, all descendants of the Cold Mountain lineage.

"Grandpa Ghost King, that madman chased us all the way into the mountains and still wouldn't give up!"

"This is clearly a disregard for you!"

The wailing was incredibly noisy, and it was clear from the appearance of these people that they were truly terrified of that woman.

"I spent a fortune to bring you all back from Hengshui to handle this matter, and this is how you've managed to do it?"

The statue did not open its eyes; only the cold, mocking voice echoed within the small temple.

He deliberately emphasized the word "please".

These immortal descendants, who grew up under His grace, scattered like birds as soon as they entered the Nascent Soul stage.

He desperately wanted to recognize the Dragonborn as his biological father, just to find a way to break free from the shackles of his bloodline and hopefully rise to a higher level.

It seems the Dragon Palace isn't treating people very well either. These people have cultivated for so many years, yet they can't even defeat a little girl.

"Grandpa Ghost King, you flatter me!"

"It is only right that we serve you, how could we dare to accept any benefits? It's just that we haven't had a chance to repay you yet—"

Sensing the surging demonic energy rising again within the mountain, the group of immortal descendants trapped here dared not have any more extravagant desires.

"It's not that we're incompetent. That madwoman is clearly a junior from the Heavenly Demon Palace, with a noble status. We don't want you to offend the Heavenly Demon Palace."

"Please, do me a favor and ask her to leave."

The group unanimously agreed to retreat as a strategic move; no matter what, they had to save their lives first.

"The Heavenly Demon Palace?"

The dark statue gradually gained a luster.

Beside the blue-faced, fanged face, a pair of eyes slowly opened.

The Cold Mountain Ghost King could, of course, tell that these people were trying to provoke him.

But it was really unfortunate.

The statue sneered: "Ever since they accepted the message from the Dragon Palace, the Heavenly Demon Palace is no longer someone to be feared."

As he spoke, He slowly stood up and casually stepped down from the altar: "Please ask her to leave—ha, she ruined my grand plan, how should she be punished?"

The once ferocious beast has now chosen to bind its claws and teeth, seeking to transcend the world.

But what if they lose their claws and teeth?

Who even recognizes who you are anymore? And what makes you think you can be so aloof from the world?

What's wrong? A bunch of spineless cowards can kneel before Hengshui Dragon Palace, but they can't kneel before me, the king?

Since you're here, don't leave!