Dongxuan Spiritual Realm

Chapter 112 The Ghost Queen of the Underworld
Yang Qisheng used the Heavenly Cicada Spirit Leaf to stealthily enter Shaoyin Mountain, which was covered with pines, cypresses, and willows that were tens of feet tall.

All the plants have one thing in common: their lower half consists of only a bare branch, topped with a huge canopy, like a bunch of big umbrellas, awkwardly stuck on the hillside.

An ominous aura permeated the air between the trees.

Then came mounds of earthen graves, large and small, with paper money flying and black ash drifting in the air.

Hidden within the malevolent aura are ghosts and evil spirits of all shapes and sizes, flying about chaotically, howling and roaring, eager to devour anyone they can find.

Yang Qisheng had studied the "Soul Crossing Notes" and had a fairly good understanding of ghost magic. Although he was far from being able to compare with Cui Wushe, he had only learned the basics and could see the general path of the formation.

He concealed himself, carefully avoiding ghosts and ambushing traps, until he arrived at a cave in a mountain hollow.

Entering the mountain from the cave entrance, he found himself in a maze of interconnected paths, like a spider web, with many forks in the road. He repeatedly found himself in dead ends, each ending in a cave containing ashes, altars, memorial tablets, paper figures, paper horses, various spirit banners, and basins for burning blood.

Yang Qisheng wandered around inside for a while, and soon lost his bearings: "This despicable place is not only flat, but also three-dimensional. It's a chaotic mess of tunnels in all directions! Even without any formations to stop it, it would take me several days to walk through it all!"

I need to ask someone who knows this area.

He took out the Black Heart Lamp, inside which was the primordial spirit of the White Bone Prince.

The White Bone Prince has been completely tamed by him, and he answers all questions, only asking to be free from the torment of soul refining.

Yang Qisheng asked him where the people captured from Taiyi Palace and the Old Man with Black Hair were most likely to be.

The White Bone Prince didn't know either: "Those who were captured were very likely to have their souls extracted by Master and suppressed in the Lesser Yin Hell at the foot of the mountain. That place isn't a physical space; only the primordial spirit can reach it. I've never been down there either."

I've only heard my master and a few senior brothers mention it. As for the Old Man with the Black Crow's Head, I know even less. However, as far as I know, my master has been stuck at the Core Formation Realm for many years, unable to cultivate a Nascent Soul. My aunt, the Ghost Queen of the Yellow Springs, gave him some advice...

One can kill a terrestrial immortal, extract their nascent soul, and after some refinement, merge it with one's own primordial spirit. Although it's not as powerful as a nascent soul conceived by oneself, this 'borrowed seed' method of cultivation can still extend lifespan and increase magical power.

Yang Qisheng gasped: "You mean, the Old Man with the Blackhead should have been killed by your master and his nascent soul taken away?"

"I don't know about that. I only know that Master has this plan. If he has the opportunity to kill an Earth Immortal, he will definitely not let the opportunity pass. Otherwise, Earth Immortals are very powerful, and Master may not be able to defeat them alone. He will have to ask his other uncles and senior brothers for help."

Yang Qisheng was extremely anxious after hearing this. Firstly, it was understandable that the old man with black hair was trapped here to help his family, but if he had really been harmed, he would feel really guilty.

Secondly, if Cui Wushe has already obtained the Nascent Soul of the Old Man of the Blackhead, although it is not as good as the one he cultivated himself, it is still a Nascent Soul Realm, and Junior Uncle, who is at the Core Formation Realm, may not be able to defeat him!

The White Bone Prince has been trapped in the Black Heart Lamp for the past few days. Although he knows the paths inside Shaoyin Mountain very well, he knows nothing about what has happened in the past few days.

So we need to arrest another person!
Yang Qisheng pondered that if he cast the spell directly, his pure yang immortal energy would inevitably leak out, making him easily sensed by evil spirits and demons, and might even directly trigger the formation here.

He released the inner demon Black Mountain, sending him with the Soul-Snatching Rope to capture a vengeful ghost.

Black Mountain's strength was no greater than that of the vengeful ghost, but the Soul-Snatching Lock in his hand was the Black Heart Child's prized magic weapon. With a flick of his wrist, he struck out, and the tip of the Soul-Snatching Lock shot into the vengeful ghost's head, then forcibly pulled back and stored in the Black Heart Lamp.

The entire movement was executed in one smooth motion, so the vengeful ghost didn't even have time to struggle before it ran into the lamp and was engulfed and burned by the black flames.

The Black-Hearted Boy's lamp was well-made; even the White Bone Prince couldn't withstand the torture of the Black Flame Soul Refining. The vengeful ghost was even less capable, quickly abandoning all its arrogance and kneeling there trembling. Yang Qisheng answered every question. "The Taiyi Palace disciple who was captured has already been taken in as a disciple by the master. Later, he caught the eye of Fairy Mu, but his current whereabouts are unknown."

Who is Fairy Mu?

The White Bone Prince quickly replied, "She is my aunt, the Ghost Consort of the Underworld, Mu Canzhuang."

"Is she also one of the Eight Ghost Immortals? Is she currently at Shaoyin Mountain?"

"Yes, Mu Xiangu is currently in the mountains. She values ​​the master's new disciple highly. A few days ago, she even put a lot of effort into arranging a Thousand-Faced Ghost Dance banquet as a ceremony to welcome the disciple to the Taiyin Sect."

"You just said that my captured senior brother has already become Cui Wushe's disciple? And has joined the Taiyin Sect? And has even caught the eye of Mu Canzhuang?"

The answers to all three questions were affirmative.

Yang Qisheng found it hard to believe; if that were the case, it would be tantamount to treason.

"Senior Brother Ye is probably in a difficult position and has no choice but to comply. It's a last resort and he wouldn't really betray the sect."

Yang Qisheng comforted himself and then asked the vengeful ghost and the White Bone Prince where Ye Yunqiao was now.

These two didn't know either, because the Shaoyin Mountain Ghost Domain was too vast and there were too many ghosts, so they couldn't recognize each other.

Yang Qisheng then asked the old man with black hair.

The two ghosts still didn't know.

"Useless things! Since you're of no use to us, we might as well let your souls scatter and make room for good ghosts!"

As he spoke, he activated the Black Flame Soul Refining technique, causing the two ghosts to suffer immense pain and scream in agony.

"I know! I know where he is!" the White Bone Prince begged frantically.

Yang Qisheng stopped the black flames: "Speak!"

The White Bone Prince said, "Judging from the way your senior brother came here, it seems that your senior sister has taken a fancy to him. She is probably having a good time somewhere right now."

Yang Qisheng grew even more anxious after hearing this: "Then tell me, where are they having fun?"

"In, in, in... every time my aunt comes, she's at the Cold Pool... but this time she was having fun with a man. Ordinary people can't withstand the cold there, so she should be... she should be, right, at the Nether Spring Cave! It's also connected to the underground water veins, but it's not particularly cold. My aunt brought a man here last time and had fun there!"

"Alright, I'll go find it. If I can't find it, I'll teach you how to cook another meal!"

Yang Qisheng then had them lead the way, sneaking along, turning left and right, going uphill and downhill, for quite a long time, probably more than a hundred miles, before finally arriving at Youquan Cave.

(End of this chapter)