Chapter 1003

“Hmm, splendid!”

But with the help of just a little trick, I can harvest nearly three thousand negative emotion points—truly astonishingly effective!

Ye Yu decided that from now on he must always carry some disgusting little items on him, ready to unleash at an unsuspecting moment for maximum effect.

But that damned Sheep Nightmare’s dung sphere can stay with him—too foul even for my own hands!

Xiang Tianya pressed a hand over his mouth; though no words escaped, his enraged and disgusted expression made it clear he wanted to tear me to pieces!

In an instant, dark clouds gathered above the entire Wuzong Ghost Abode, and fierce winds rose!

Thick ghostly qi descended, shrouding ten thousand miles in its wake!

The Realm of Nether Ghosts, equivalent to the Golden Immortal Stage in the Celestial Realm!

Even now, with the Underworld’s ghost qi fully restored, a Nether Ghost was still a formidable power in its domain.

Xiang Tianya’s fury bloomed like an apocalyptic vision!

But at most, that would only startle Meng Ling’en.

To Ye Yu, this was nothing but a joke!

A man who had once set foot in the Divine Realm—how could he fear a mere Nether Ghost?

Of course, with only the Ascent Stage cultivation, he was still too weak!

But twenty-seven thousand two hundred and seventy negative emotion points were still burning a hole in his pocket!

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ye Yu converted them all into cultivation!

As always: a true man goes all in!

Ascent Stage Peak, Ghost Immortal Realm Initiate, Ghost Immortal Realm Mid...

Ye Yu’s cultivation skyrocketed visibly; in less than two breaths, he had already broken into the Early Earth Ghost Realm.

His twenty-seven thousand-plus negative emotion points were thus exhausted!

Unexpected, yet entirely fitting!

From Ascent to Earth Ghost Realm—three great realms crossed in one go! He should count himself fortunate!

One small regret remained: at Early Earth Ghost Realm, he still could not employ the Divine-Control Heart Technique!

After all, Xiang Tianya was a Mid Nether Ghost Realm powerhouse—over two great realms above him. That, for now, was unchangeable!

It seemed this cheap master would no longer supply him with negative emotion points.

Ye Yu felt slightly disappointed, then swept his sleeve and unleashed the

Thousand Dreams Illusion

!

Xiang Tianya, who had been gathering strength, trembled all over, his eyes growing vacant!

Seizing the moment, a sphere of black flame materialized and instantly engulfed him.

Under that fire, the Nether Ghost Realm’s condensed soul body collapsed like paper scaffolding.

*This was the Ghost Immortal Technique,

Burning Through Nine Nether Realms

. *

The founder of Wuzong Ghost Abode, Xiang Tianya, did not fall to ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) his most feared foe—

—but perished before his own junior disciple; such an end drew inevitable sighs!

With his demise, Meng Ling’en was finally free.

He stared at Ye Yu in utter disbelief.

He could not accept that the little junior brother he had watched grow since childhood had, today, slain his master with a single move!

This was more surreal than watching their senior brothers killed by the master himself!

Ye Yu met Meng Ling’en’s stunned gaze, strode forward, patted his shoulder, and said, “Senior Brother, you’re right—Fourth Senior Brother, you really are slow to warm up. You’ve treated me well, but alas...”

“Live well from now on!”

With that final sentence, Ye Yu’s figure vanished from sight.

Sad, was it?

A little—those ghostly senior brothers were rare in their compassion!

But not too sad.

After all, the ghosts who perished in this dream had not truly died; once the dream shattered, they would all return alive.

So this was not their end. If fate allowed, Ye Yu would consider returning to help them through their trials.

After all, for ten years of companionship...

At thirty years old, after breaking into Late Nether Ghost Realm, Ye Yu became Grand Steward of Nian City!

At first, his father Ye Tong could hardly contain his joy.

“My boy Ye Yu truly shows the bearing of a Ghost Emperor! The naughtier he was as a child, the more formidable he becomes!”

“In just a few short years, he’s already Grand Steward of Nian Ghost City. Give him more time, and he’ll turn the world upside down!”

Thus, the alley of Dragons and Serpents echoed daily with Ye Tong’s boisterous laughter.

The neighbors envied him, but what could they do? The Ye clan had produced a prodigy—dare anyone contest that?

The facts spoke for themselves.

So the neighbors greeted Ye Tong with smiles and gifts, hoping one day Ye Yu would favor their sons.

Their flattery only made Ye Tong laugh louder.

Yet on the third day of Ye Yu’s tenure,

Ye Tong could no longer laugh.

Because what Ye Yu did was too... ruthless!

Every noon, he broadcast Buddhist sutra chanting throughout the ghost city, shaking the ghosts’ souls and draining their strength.

In his words:

“With the Five Realms’ Passage open, disciples of Buddha will soon descend to the Underworld to liberate these resentful spirits.”

“To know thy enemy is to win every battle! If we grow accustomed to sutra chanting, we will resist it when the Buddhists come!”

“A blessing for city and populace!”

Upon hearing this, the entire Nian Ghost City erupted in complaint!

They all began to curse Ye Yu’s family: “Did he bang his head as a child? How could he do something so un-ghostly?”

Besides the noon chants,

Ye Yu shut down all entertainment in the ghost city.

He proclaimed: “Strong ghosts make a strong city! Nian Ghost City must not remain at the bottom of the Underworld!”

“We must discard all wasteful pastimes—like entertainment—and devote every moment to cultivation.”

“Each night we gather to recite the ‘Blood-Soaked Mantra’; anyone not shouting with fervor must listen to Buddhist chants a hundred times as punishment!”

“Only so can we rapidly strengthen every ghost here!”

But Ye Yu’s measures were driving the city’s ghosts to fury!

Their strength might be uncertain, but their resentment was sky-high!

And the more enraged they grew, the lower Ye Tong buried his head.

The father who once boasted “My son Ye Yu...” now never mentioned him again.

Because he truly feared being beaten to death on the spot by these ghosts!