Chapter 704

Fan Jiangmi, a well-known Ghost King Realm powerhouse from the western Underworld.

Among the fifty-eight Ghost Sects destroyed by Ying Naiyan, five sect leaders had been his disciples.

Though this was their first meeting in reality,

Ying Naiyan was not unfamiliar with Fan Jiangmi.

Because in the dream, after she wiped out those fifty-eight Ghost Sect leaders,

the one who came to stop her was this very ghost named Fan Jiangmi.

If not for Dongkui’s great divine power, traveling millions of miles to save her,

Ying Naiyan would have been in great danger.

Fortunately, with the combined efforts of master and disciple, they defeated Fan Jiangmi,

removing a hidden threat.

But in reality, Ying Naiyan, overwhelmed with joy at Ye Yu’s arrival,

had completely forgotten about Fan Jiangmi’s existence.

Now, Fan Jiangmi had come seeking revenge.

That made things tricky.

Ying Naiyan gritted her teeth, thinking hard about what to do.

At that moment, Ye Yu’s mind stirred, and black flames instantly swallowed the dark clouds in the sky.

“Enemies?”

Ying Naiyan nodded, but had no time to explain, immediately pulling Ye Yu to leave.

However, it was already too late.

A tall figure blocked their path.

Turning slightly, it was a delicate-looking man holding a half-foot-long jade tablet,

looking like a court minister of a mortal dynasty.

“Ying Naiyan, huh? Do you think you can escape a Ghost King Realm expert?

When you slaughtered those fifty-eight Ghost Sect leaders, you should have anticipated this ending.

Today, you will die here, to uphold my western Underworld’s prestige!”

Ying Naiyan’s expression was grave as she murmured,

“Fan Jiangmi, if you kill me, have you considered the consequences?

My master Dongkui will not let you go!”

Upon hearing this,

Fan Jiangmi raised an eyebrow.

That Ying Naiyan was Dongkui’s disciple was no secret; he knew well.

But what puzzled him was how Ying Naiyan could directly call his name,

since they had never met before.

Just then, a figure holding a scroll appeared about twenty meters behind Ying Naiyan.

“What consequences? Your master Dongkui?

Maybe others fear her, but I don’t.

She’s just a lucky thief of heavenly secrets.

Do you really think she’s invincible?

Even if she comes personally today, she’ll die here with you!”

Ying Naiyan looked back incredulously,

eyeing this stranger ghost with confusion.

Who was this?

She had never met him in the dream.

Perhaps noticing her curiosity,

the man said softly, “Tsk tsk tsk, truly disappointing.

That you can directly call out Fan Jiangmi’s name proves you know the strong figures of the western Underworld well.

But why don’t you know me, Wei Zhichun?

Do you think I’m inferior to Fan Jiangmi?”

Hearing this, Ying Naiyan’s face changed drastically.

Wei Zhichun, the scholar?

A genius ghost who cultivated through literature.

Rumor said Wei ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) Zhichun had been a powerless scholar in the mortal dynasty,

hoping to become the top scholar and rise in status.

But tragically killed by bandits on his way to the capital exam.

After arriving in the Underworld, he suffered many unfair treatments.

Then he awakened, understanding the survival-of-the-fittest law and that strength reigns supreme.

He began cultivation,

ascending to the ascension realm in three hundred years,

reaching Heavenly Ghost in a thousand years,

and stepping into Ghost King Realm after two thousand.

He was hailed as a candidate who might reach the supreme Ghost Emperor Realm in ten thousand years.

Ying Naiyan’s heart sank deeply.

Damn, why meet Wei Zhichun here?

And why was he with Fan Jiangmi?

It made no sense!

In fact, Wei Zhichun and Fan Jiangmi were not close.

They came together only because they sensed an unusual aura here,

so they met halfway.

Originally, Wei Zhichun had no intention to interfere with Fan Jiangmi’s bullying.

But when Ying Naiyan mentioned Dongkui’s name,

Wei Zhichun could not stand still.

Long ago, in a secret realm, Dongkui and Wei Zhichun had a grudge over a treasure.

To be exact, Wei Zhichun had suffered a loss.

Now encountering the disciple of his enemy, he naturally wouldn’t miss this chance.

But Wei Zhichun didn’t intend to kill Ying Naiyan; rather, he planned to use her to bargain with Dongkui for the treasure!

And to exact revenge!

Facing two Ghost King Realm experts attacking, Ying Naiyan knew her chances were slim.

She quietly took out a communication stone to seek Dongkui’s help.

Unfortunately, this small move was seen clearly by Wei Zhichun.

“Don’t waste your effort.

Since I arrived here,

my ghost aura fully covers this place.

Unless I allow it, you cannot contact the outside world.

So surrender obediently; it’s your only chance to live!”

Fan Jiangmi frowned slightly.

From this, it sounded like Wei Zhichun didn’t want to kill Ying Naiyan here?

What about the revenge for his disciples?

Fan Jiangmi looked toward Wei Zhichun in the distance.

After thinking carefully, he held back his words.

Because he clearly knew

there was a gap between Ghost King Realm experts, and he was no match for Wei Zhichun.

No need to offend a peer just for a few dead disciples.

The revenge could wait until Ying Naiyan was captured.

Fan Jiangmi then slowly stepped forward.

But after two steps,

a black flame wave surged up, completely blocking Fan Jiangmi and Wei Zhichun.

Ye Yu stepped forward and coldly said,

“The way you talk to my wife, I don’t like it.

Why don’t you both just die and apologize with your deaths?”

Fan Jiangmi flickered and retreated directly backward,

glancing at the black flame wave with lingering fear.

He could feel the raging power within.

Wei Zhichun didn’t retreat at all.

Instead, he looked at the flames with interest and admiration.

“Quite a nice ghost technique; it almost tempts me.

But your joke isn’t funny.

No one has told me to die and apologize yet!”

As soon as his words fell,

Wei Zhichun raised his right hand, pressing down on the void to extinguish the black flames before him.

But no matter how hard he tried, he failed.

Frowning, he suddenly stepped back half a pace.

He opened the scroll in his hand.

In an instant, a giant blue dharma statue appeared behind him.

This statue looked like a holy sage of the mortal realm,

divine and inviolable.

As Wei Zhichun gently tapped his finger on the scroll,

hundreds of purple characters leapt out from the book.