Yinshan Record

Chapter 166 Dragon Girl Mulan
Su Che, with the help of the abundant pure yang energy of thunder in the Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden, finally stepped into the sixth rank of cultivation. However, another wave was already breaking out in the Yin-Yang Realm.

Kuyun Sou, or rather, Beimang Ghost Ancestor, had already left Linghu Gong's villa. This ghost cultivator, who had already attained immortality, transformed into a ghostly green sword light and gently landed at the entrance to the Yin-Yang realm.

It was past noon, and the fierce winds blowing made the entrance bitterly cold.

However, this was nothing more than a faint chill to the Northern Mang Ghost Ancestor, even though his brows were already covered with frost.

A series of chants filled the air. The Ghost Ancestor of Beimang frowned slightly, and with a tremor of sword energy, he completely slashed away the chill in his brows.

A refreshing fragrance permeated the entrance to the realm between Yin and Yang, and the chanting grew clearer and clearer, containing compassion that embraces all beings, the vow to guide them to rebirth in the Pure Land, and boundless magical power that illuminates heaven and earth.

"Desiring the Pure Land and abhorring the defiled land."

"Desiring to be in a pure land, and abhorring to be in a defiled land."

Amidst layers of chanting, a monk dressed in white robes, standing on a pure white lotus, appeared in this place, exuding a chill.

His skin was a pale gold, and a dot of vermilion between his brows was the source of his fragrance. The monk's face was like a withered tree, his eyes were closed, and although he seemed to be walking slowly, each step covered tens of meters.

His movements contained a certain rhythm, and every gesture inspired an urge to worship him.

"Master Mulan".

Kuyun Sou and Beimang Ghost Ancestor looked at the monk before them.

"You are late."

"Namo Buddha, it's not too late now that you've come."

Master Mulan clasped her hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra: "The Ghost Ancestor's arrival here with only a wisp of his avatar is rather presumptuous. The Yin-Yang Dharma King must not be underestimated..."

"What about the one from Qiantang?"

"Young Master Yun is right behind us..."

As they spoke, a faint dragon's roar rang out. The Ghost Ancestor of Beimang looked up at the sky and saw that the Yin-Yang Realm, which was covered with dark clouds, had suddenly become filled with wisps of water vapor, giving the impression that a storm was brewing.

A rather handsome scholar in white robes, holding a jade-shaped folding fan and wearing a red embroidered sachet at his waist, appeared unsteadily.

"Junior Yunlu greets Ghost Ancestor."

Her flushed face suggested she was still hungover, but her features were delicate and elegant, and her every move exuded a captivating charm.

"Young Master Yun, you're too kind."

Ghost Ancestor nodded, thinking to himself that it was rare for the old dragon of Qiantang to be not confused, and this little snake was actually quite knowledgeable and reasonable.

Since ancient times, the dragon race has been an undeniable force in this world, each controlling a waterway and dominating its own territory.

Although they are called one clan, they are not of the same lineage and each has its own leader. Sometimes their struggles are even more intense than those of human dynasties. At present, the most powerful dragon lords in the Central Plains are the Qiantang, Dongting, Jishui, and Poyang families. Among them, the Qiantang lineage takes Yun as its surname and is the most powerful of the four.

“My father once told me that the Qionghua Gathering will be held in the palace next year. It would be a great pity if the real living Youjun of this world were not present at the grand gathering.”

Ghost Ancestor closed his eyes slightly. He really had no interest in this group of snakes having a meeting, but since they were all allies now, he could let the matter drop by not answering.

“Ghost Ancestor, given the methods of the Yin-Yang Dharma King, it is probably inappropriate for you to come here with only a wisp of your avatar.”

Master Mulan looked at the old man before her.

"After all, he is..."

"Mulan, you are considered one of the most prominent figures in the Central Plains. Don't you know the rules that Xuandu Palace and Lingjiu Temple agreed upon back then?"

"Namo Buddha, this humble monk is naturally aware of the rules set by the ancestral temple of Taoism."

"Those who are at least Immortals and above are not allowed to use their abilities in the Central Plains." Ghost Ancestor stood with his hands behind his back: "Therefore, I can only come here as a wisp of an avatar, understand?"

Xuandu Palace has long had a rule that cultivators above the level of Changsheng Zhenren are not allowed to display power above the third rank in the Central Plains. Even if they do make a move, they must suppress it to the level of Changsheng Zhenren.

If you do not comply, then a celestial being from the Xuandu Palace will naturally come forward to discuss this with you in detail.

In the past, a second-rank Confucian master refused to submit to the rules and wanted to use his extraordinary abilities to change the world. Immediately, the Xuandu Palace sent down five Earth Immortals to invite him to the Xuandu Palace.

To this day, no one has seen the Confucian second-rank official from back then. So, this old ghost has made further progress in his cultivation and has already reached the second rank?

Master Mulan's face remained completely expressionless.

Over the years, have there been any True Immortals among the ghost cultivators who have undergone calamities?
"Congratulations to Ghost Ancestor on your advancement."

Master Mulan respectfully clasped her hands together in prayer.

The structure of the spiritual practice world roughly resembles a pyramid with severely unbalanced proportions.

The lowest level naturally consists of those who are not even worthy of being called, such as those of the ninth, eighth, and seventh ranks.

Although the number of grades four, five, six, and three is relatively small, it is only compared to the grades seven, eight, and nine.

For those at the top, however, each level is less than the last.

To reach even greater heights?

The Ghost Ancestor of Beiman did not answer, but looked solemnly at the Yin-Yang boundary before him.

Within this gloomy mountain, overgrown with graves, lie secrets that even the Ghost Ancestor of Beimang must take seriously.

"We've arrived. Won't the Yin-Yang Dharma King come to greet us?"

Yunluo, from the Qiantang lineage, frowned deeply.

She had already witnessed Bi Feng, who was rumored to be able to freeze souls in the Yin-Yang realm, and could only say that his reputation was far from being lived up to.

Now that several people have come to the door, the Yin-Yang Dharma King has not made a move at all, which makes the dragon girl somewhat suspicious.

"He's very good at hiding it."

The Ghost Ancestor looked at the black mountain before him.

The mountain formations of the Yin-Yang boundary always captivated the gaze of this Northern Mang Ghost Ancestor.

The Ghost Palace sits high above, ruling over the nine netherworlds. Paths connect, and yin energy lingers; each pavilion seems to hold its own mystery.

The layout and the connection of the atmosphere here are all masterpieces that can make even the most rotten wood bloom, and they also made the Ghost Ancestor of Beiman feel a sense of kinship with the Yin-Yang Dharma King.

This old rival and old friend was truly a kindred spirit.

"Gentlemen, now that you're inside, please make yourselves at home," said the Ghost Ancestor of Beimang, looking at Venerable Mulian and Yunluo.

"Isn't the Ghost Ancestor going to make a move?"

Master Mulan's gaze met that of the desolate, elderly swordsman before him. The surging sword intent beneath his frail body made even this self-proclaimed foremost Buddhist disciple of the Central Plains tremble with fear.

"When the time comes, I will naturally make my move. Mu Lian, you must be careful in your efforts to guide this Yin-Yang realm."

The Ghost Ancestor of Beimang took out a straw hat from somewhere and slowly put it on his head.

After speaking, he flashed and a sword beam pierced through layers of void.

The direction of the Northern Mang Ghost Ancestor actually pierced through the Bifeng and left this Yin-Yang Dharma Realm.

Master Mulan and the monk Yunluo and the dragon stood silently for a long time.

"Won't the Ghost Ancestor make a move?"

Yunluo looked at Mulian, who was silently chanting Buddhist prayers beside her.

"He always cherished his feathers."

Amidst the chanting of Buddhist hymns, Mulan gazed upon the Yin-Yang realm before her.

The opportunity to attain immortality is right before our eyes.

(End of this chapter)