Yinshan Record

Chapter 154 It turns out to be you
Linghu Gong's mansion gave Su Che a completely new understanding of the extravagance and wealth that cultivators could achieve. Words like carved beams and painted rafters, gold and jade decorations seemed too empty in the face of Linghu Gong's mansion.

As one of the six Ghost Generals of the Yin-Yang Realm and a fifth-rank master who has mastered the Elixir of Rejuvenation, Linghu Gong has almost unlimited resources and time to meticulously refine his mansion.

The garden that Su Che had just walked through was maintained daily by nine hundred ghost servants. Every flower and every leaf seemed natural, but they were all the result of careful tending.

The chair where Linghu Gong rested was made by an old ghost after decades of hard work; it was truly a work of "ghostly" and "divine" craftsmanship.

In comparison, the material enjoyment of ordinary emperors seemed far beyond their reach.

His Majesty could certainly gather nine hundred ghost gardeners for the Imperial Garden, but he could not expect them to meticulously cultivate it for hundreds of years like Lord Linghu.

The Great Liang Dynasty lasted for a total of just over three hundred years.

"Linghu has put a lot of thought into this house."

Compared to Linghu Gong, who had the appearance of a fierce and evil spirit, Xue Shaojun truly had the appearance of a sage with an air of otherworldly grace.

Su Che found it hard to reconcile the image of the cultivator before him with that of a chief steward managing all affairs within the Yin-Yang realm.

"If we don't put our effort into this, where else can we put it into this?"

As Linghu Gong spoke, he raised his hand and said that there was a flower hall ahead.

A man dressed in hemp clothing with a yellow silk scarf tied around his head was waiting outside the flower hall. He saw Su Che coming from afar and said with a smile.

"How did you come."

There really is a ghost.

The person in front of him was none other than Huang Kou, the sword-bearer from Beimang who had fought Su Che at the Kulin Temple.

The man before him exuded an arrogant, sword-like aura, spoke with composure, and seemed very familiar with Su Che.

If it weren't for the fact that the real Sword Burial Man had already been imprisoned within the divine restriction of the Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden, and that he had never had any dealings with this disciple of the Ghost Ancestor Palace, then he wouldn't have been able to find a way to deal with him.

The people from the Ghost Ancestor Palace have probably been deceived by this person.

Where did this person come from?

The world of Yin and Yang is becoming more and more interesting.

"Since you've come, why can't I?"

Su Che said casually.

"How is your matter going? Do you know how many people the sect has sent to find you? If you delay the sect's important affairs, who can bear the blame if the Ghost Ancestor accuses you?"

The man smiled but did not answer.

Xue Shaojun remained expressionless, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

Only the host, Lord Linghu, feigned surprise.

"Isn't Mr. Huang Mr. Zuo's teacher?"

Su Che glanced at Linghu Gong.

"Go ask him what our relationship is."

The man smiled slightly, thinking to himself that the boy was teachable.

"This is Young Master Zuo Lengchan, a rising star among the palace's guest elders, highly regarded by the Ghost Ancestor. As for why I say he is my disciple, that's a bit of a puzzle for me..."

Oh it's you.

His own identity as the "Eternal Dragon" had only been revealed a few times, and there was probably only one person in this Yin-Yang realm who could recognize him and call him the "Eternal Dragon."

The person in front of them was none other than the mysterious swordsman that Su Che and Lu Bai had met at the shed outside Guo Bei County.

Wasn't it said that one could only enter the Yin-Yang realm at noon, and that the winds at other times were so strong that even the soul would be frozen to pieces? How come this person can come and go without hindrance?

“If not for this, how could I have met you?” Su Che glanced at the mysterious swordsman, wondering why he was impersonating Huang Kou, but for now, it was a good opportunity to play along.

Only by using this imposter, the Sword Burial Man of Beimang, could his identity as Zuo Lengchan be established.

The mysterious swordsman was also able to gain further recognition by speaking out.

"Then it's a shame for Young Master Zuo to have to do this." Lord Linghu seemed to be more interested in Su Che.

"I have never heard any fellow Daoists from the Beiman lineage mention where Young Master Zuo cultivated before."

"Oh, I am just a recluse from Mount Songyang. I haven't been in the Ghost Ancestor's Palace for long, so it's normal that you haven't heard of me."

“I see that you possess pure Yin energy and refined Yang energy in your eyes,” Xue Shaojun suddenly interjected, “You must have been guided by a master.”

"Haha, Brother Xue has a sharp eye. Others may not know, but our young master Zuo was personally instructed by the Ghost Ancestor. Not only does he cultivate the Xuan Yin Divine Power in human form, but his swordsmanship is also very skillful."

That mysterious swordsman was quite adept at mending the mess. Su Che could tell that Linghu Gong and the other two still had some doubts about him. This fake Huang Kou used a combination of offense and defense to dispel much of their suspicions.

As Su Che thought of this, he inadvertently glanced at Taigong Chong.

The real concern is this old ghost.

Thinking of this, Young Master Su felt a little regretful. If only he had killed that cunning old devil when he fought Sikong Tu earlier.

"The Beiman lineage is indeed full of talented people, and we also know about the Ghost Ancestor's ability to educate his disciples."

Linghu Gong laughed heartily: "Young Master Zuo, Huang Xingxing, let's take our seats now."

The flower hall naturally exudes a different kind of luxury.

Linghu Gong, that old devil, not only found a lot of rare antiques to use as pots and pans, but also made the dishes extremely exquisite.

Ordinary ghosts can only enjoy the offerings of incense in the human world, and have no connection with the smoke and fire of human life.

However, the fine wines and delicacies served at this moment were all made from rare and precious ingredients produced in this Yin-Yang Realm, and the preparation methods were also quite remarkable, so naturally, Lord Linghu and Young Master Xue could enjoy themselves to their hearts' content.

Even the mysterious swordsman would occasionally take a few bites of the wine, which was rich in yin energy.

Lu Bai and Taigong Chong sat at the bottom, their mouths and chopsticks never stopping.

Su Che, however, showed no interest whatsoever.

The reason is simple: most of the antiques that Linghu Gong used as tableware were salvaged for him by his subordinates from ancient tombs. Su Che couldn't even taste dragon liver and phoenix marrow when he thought of this.

Linghu Gong stopped eating as he watched.

"Why does Young Master Zuo look so uninterested?"

"Fine wine and delicious food, carved beams and painted rafters, it was perfect in every way... only a pity..."

"It's just a pity that something's missing, isn't it?"

Linghu Gong laughed heartily, and pointed at Su Che, saying to Xue Shaojun.

"This young master Zuo suits my taste perfectly."

"Heroes emerge from youth."

Xue Shaojun looked at Su Che, raised the wine glass beside him, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Old Xue, you've gone too far with that." Huang Kou, the mysterious swordsman in disguise, chuckled. "If finding a girl makes you a heroic young man, then wouldn't I, Huang, be a peerless hero?"

"Young heroes often rise from the ashes of wine, women, wealth, and power."

“I just happened to find a few teams from other places.”

Linghu Gong laughed and said, "Why don't we let them test their skills?"

Upon hearing this, Su Che glanced at Xue Shaojun, who was smiling faintly.

What's the deal with these six Ghost Generals? How come they're all so obsessed with wine, women, wealth, and power?

When I first met Taigong Chong in the shed outside Guobei County, this old ghost was leading a group of musicians, preparing to enter the Yin-Yang realm, saying it was for Xue Shaojun.

The Linghu family mansion already had a troupe that had been invited.

Linghu Gong patted his small hand, which was barely bigger than a peanut, and Wuzhiqi led a group of musicians up.

(End of this chapter)