Chapter 1939: 57: Coercion

Chapter 1939: Chapter 57: Coercion

Above, with an umbrella in hand, Ying Mu stood respectfully behind Chong Hua and asked in a low voice.

Chong Hua slightly tilted his head, scanning the map projected before him, and his gaze finally landed on a yellow dot closest to the only green dot on the map.

Without answering Ying Mu’s question, he pointed to the yellow dot that was almost within reach and spoke:

“Is this the location of the Hundred Ghost Mountain?”

Ying Mu glanced at it and quickly nodded:

“Is the lord intending to go to the Hundred Ghost Mountain?”

Chong Hua’s eyes narrowed slightly, noncommittally saying:

“The Boundary Sea is vast, the only place we are somewhat familiar with is this Hundred Ghost Mountain.”

“However, if all Five Ghost Kings are unified cultivators… it could be troublesome.”

Ying Mu couldn’t help but feel a tightness in her heart after hearing this.

Although the lord spoke casually, she vaguely sensed a killing intent she hadn’t seen on Wang Ba before.

She hurriedly reminded:

“Lord, there might still be some formidable Divine Corpses on Hundred Ghost Mountain. If we can avoid conflict, it’s best not to take action.”

She had followed Wang Ba back then, so she wasn’t too unfamiliar with the Hundred Ghost Mountain.

“Divine Corpse…”

Though self-assured, Chong Hua was not blind. Hearing this, he pondered for a moment but quickly shook his head:

“If there truly were any formidable Divine Corpses, why would they act arrogantly in front and courteously behind with the original body?”

“Even if they do have such depths, surely they have many concerns, so there’s no need to be overly tense.”

His gaze swept over the spread of yellow dots on the surrounding map.

Various forces intertwined, the slightest move could affect everything.

Evidently, peace was elusive in this Sea of Chaos Realm.

If the Hundred Ghost Mountain truly had hidden cards, and they used these cards against him, it would inevitably alert or trigger hostility from surrounding forces. This is human nature, applicable even within the Realm Sea; hence, if he were the leader of the Hundred Ghost Mountain, he would never use hidden ultimate moves unless it was truly a desperate situation.

An unknown ultimate move is a true ultimate move.

This means, upon visiting Hundred Ghost Mountain, as long as he can handle the five Ghost Kings, he could sit down and negotiate on equal terms with them.

Be it for Dao Field or to understand how to resolve the loss of control in the Dao Domain.

But right now, the only thing he was unsure of was the stage of existence these five Ghost Kings from the Hundred Ghost Mountain were at.

Even within the Unification stage, the differences between middle and late-stage are worlds apart.

“Perhaps… it would be best to find a place to gather some information.”

“Or, take a tour and see?”

He felt a slight hesitation in his heart.

If it were only for cultivation, he wouldn’t need to go through such trouble, he could directly storm into the Hundred Ghost Mountain and battle these Ghost Kings.

However, his mission outside involved not only fighting but also acquiring a batch of Chaos Origin Substance.

If he won, he would naturally have the say over these Chaos Origin Substances, but conversely, if he fled in embarrassment, there would be no hope of seizing them, making it a loss both ways.

Though eager to fight, he wasn’t reckless.

With this line of thought, he quickly recalled a critical piece of information:

“Back then, the Corpse-digging Ghost King boasted in front of the original body that the Hundred Ghost Mountain was incontestably dominant among surrounding forces. Even if it was bragging, it suggests there are no formidable forces nearby.”

“In that case, why not first seek out the forces around it? That seems a more prudent approach; if all goes well, there might be no need to seek out Hundred Ghost Mountain at all…”

His gaze circled the map and finally settled on a distant yellow dot, not too far from the Hundred Ghost Mountain. His fair, jade-like finger gently tapped on the yellow dot:

“It’s decided!”

Fanming flapped its wings and changed direction, crossing silently through a stretch of desolate ruins.

After Fanming left.

Amidst the ruins, a faint glimmer of light silently emerged…

…

Hundred Ghost Mountain.

Amid a fragmented domain resembling a beggar’s patchwork robe.

The perpetually dim and gloomy sky rarely revealed a few bright patches.

The bent peaks reached as if dry fingers struggling towards the Sky Dome.

Amidst the desolation, there was a hint of despair, fear, and confusion…

And in the hall below, the atmosphere at this moment was equally solemn.

“…Taoist Friend Qiao and Little Friend Ji came over but didn’t inform us, we could have prepared…”

“We didn’t want to trouble you, Taoist Friends, hence we came without notice and ask for the forgiveness of my master-disciple duo for the abruptness.”

“Heh, Taoist Friend Qiao saying so is humbling us, Taoist Friend Qiao manages many affairs in the Jade Pot Realm, so it’s not easy for us to meet usually; now, with your esteemed presence, we are deeply honored…”

Inside the hall.

Light dotted randomly.

Five dwarf-looking Ghost Kings sat cross-legged, their faces shrouded in flickering dark shadows, making it hard to see their expressions clearly.

Before them, with a handsome face, Ji Wujie stood respectfully behind a silver-haired middle-aged Cultivator with arms folded.

The silver-haired middle-aged Cultivator had narrow eyes and an aquiline nose, with a slight smile.

Clad in luxurious robes, his aura was profound and deep.

Facing the five Ghost Kings, the silver-haired middle-aged Cultivator remained composed. Upon hearing one of the Ghost Kings speak, he smiled slightly:

“It’s just that my fellow brothers are reluctant to handle these trivial matters, and my master sympathizes with my Qiao Wensong’s ineptitude in cultivation, thus leaving me within the realm tasked with these duties. Otherwise, I would have come earlier to enjoy wine with you, fellow Daoists.”

“It is we who have been negligent, Taoist Friend Qiao, please take the main seat.”

Two desks and futons flew out, directly positioned before the Five Ghost Kings.

The silver-haired middle-aged Qiao Wensong and Ji Wujie sat down calmly.