I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

Zhang Hong dismissed his attendants and turned to walk deeper into the Tianzun Palace.

Inside the Tianzun Palace, there are numerous restrictions set up by Zhang Hong himself. No one else can enter unless he or a few people with his permission.

In a secret room deep in the Tianzun Palace, there are several treasures specially collected by Zhang Hong.

A scroll painting, re-made from the murals of an ancient temple, contains a fairyland in the painting, where fairies of flowers, rare treasures and exotic animals live, which is both real and illusory, half real and half unreal.

A bronze sword inlaid with gold and jade, with dragon and phoenix totems on it, is said to be the Xuanyuan Sword used by the Yellow Emperor. Zhang Hong doesn't know whether it is true or not, but this sword contains powerful Xuanhuang power and is made at an extraordinary level. It can indeed be regarded as a magical weapon.

A golden pot in the shape of a whale, which is the Qiankun pot made by Shi Kun, has a space hundreds of miles long and wide, which can be used to store items. There is also a corpse-raising area, which contains a strong aura of death.

Zhang Hong walked in front of the Qiankun Pot. The Qiankun Pot flashed with golden light, and his figure suddenly turned into a white light and drilled into the pot.

In a flash, Zhang Hong arrived inside the Qiankun Pot.

This is an empty grey plain. Looking up, there is only a light mist floating up and down. There are stars in the sky, casting starlight to illuminate this grey space.

Although it has been refined, the interior of this Qiankun Pot is still filled with a faint dead air, which is not suitable for living things to survive. It is okay to stay here for a short time, but if you stay here for a long time, the dead air will enter your body and damage your health.

In the plain, there is a golden palace, which emits warm bright yellow light to the surroundings like a candle flame.

The style of this palace city is 70% similar to that of the Forbidden City. Both are arranged in a central axis style with palace buildings symmetrically surrounded by walls. Magnificent palaces and pavilions are scattered all over the place, reflecting the beauty of symmetry.

In the center of the palace stands a golden pagoda a hundred feet high. It seems to be made of gold and is emitting golden light all around, like a golden sun illuminating the surrounding dark space and never going out.

With the pagoda as the center, a large number of inlaid, carved, and painted golden lines spread outwards, connecting into a huge formation that covers the surrounding palace. The entire palace is covered with a layer of soft golden light, like a place where immortals live.

In the hall in front of the pagoda, there were a dozen women sitting cross-legged on cushions with their eyes closed, practicing some kind of martial arts seriously.

What’s surprising is that these women look and have figures that are 80% similar to each other, like twin sisters.

There is only a slight difference in age. Some are young and beautiful girls in their teens, while others are mature and charming young women in their early thirties.

A light golden aura floated out from the huge incense burner in the middle of the hall, which was more than a person tall, and was absorbed into their bodies through their seven orifices. Five-colored rays of light were changing and flowing on the bodies of the seven women, which was extremely magical.

Zhang Hong appeared in the hall.

Sensing Zhang Hong's arrival, the women who were practicing immediately stopped, opened their eyes, stood up and saluted.

"I've seen Tianzun."

"No need to be polite. Are you used to being here?" Zhang Hong asked.

The women looked at each other, and finally the most beautiful woman in her twenties bowed slightly and replied after the greeting: "Your Majesty, the sisters are quite used to it. No one disturbs us here, it's just right for quiet meditation."

Zhang Hong checked the cultivation levels of the girls and found that the lowest among them had also reached the perfect Soul Nourishing Realm, and was only a little short of entering the Soul Refining Realm.

He nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad. You all practiced diligently and didn't slack off."

"Go down and rest first. I have something to talk to Xiaoqian about."

"Yes!"

The women turned around and disappeared instantly, leaving only Zhang Hong and Nie Xiaoqian in the hall.

"Xiao Qian, come forward. I'll check it out with you."

Nie Xiaoqian stepped forward, her face slightly red, and stood obediently, allowing Zhang Hong to examine her body carefully.

"Well... you are great. You are just a little bit away from reaching the perfect Yin God realm."

After checking Nie Xiaoqian's condition, Zhang Hong was very satisfied with her progress.

With the help of the special Yang energy he provided and the improved Yin Shen practice technique, in just over a year, Nie Xiaoqian went from being an ordinary evil ghost in the Soul Nourishing Realm to the Ghost King in the Yin Shen Realm, crossing two major realms.

Moreover, according to the current trend, it is a sure thing that she will break through the Yin Shen realm and be promoted to Ghost Immortal in the near future.

Now, Nie Xiaoqian can not only walk in broad daylight, but also looks no different from a living person, with the same breathing, heartbeat and body temperature as a living person.

After finishing the examination with a flushed face, Nie Xiaoqian hesitated for a moment and asked, "Tianzun, what is going on? Where did you find so many women who look like me?"

Before Zhang Hong returned from the North Sea, he let Nie Xiaoqian practice in the Qiankun Pot. There was sufficient Yin energy in the pot, which was suitable for the life of ghosts. Zhang Hong also installed a magic weapon to store Yang energy in it for her practice. The Qiankun Pot suddenly turned into a paradise for ghosts to practice.

After Nie Xiaoqian practiced diligently in it for some time, something unexpected happened to her. Tianzun stuffed other female ghosts into the Qiankun Pot.

What shocked and puzzled her was that although these female ghosts had different identities and origins, they all looked very similar to her, like twin sisters.

One was put in every few days, and finally there were more than a dozen "Nie Xiaoqian" living in the Qiankun Pot!

Nie Xiaoqian had never thought that there were so many people in the world who looked exactly like her.

[Are these women my half-sisters? ]

Nie Xiaoqian was in a trance, puzzled, and wondered if she and these women had some special bloodline, otherwise why did they all look the same?

Zhang Hong shook his head in response to Nie Xiaoqian's question.

"I have not figured out the reason yet. Xiaoqian, just concentrate on your cultivation. Only when you are strong can you remain unchanged in the face of all changes."

Zhang Hong did not tell Nie Xiaoqian that in addition to the female ghosts in the Qiankun Pot, there were hundreds of women who looked exactly like her scattered around the world.

After discovering that there were many "Nie Xiaoqian" in the world, Zhang Hong specially arranged for people to secretly investigate the matter.

As a result, more than 300 women with Nie Xiaoqian's appearance were found, including humans, demons, and ghosts. Their situations were different, but most of them had a tragic fate. It seemed that Nie Xiaoqian's face had some kind of curse...

Zhang Hong is still investigating the mystery and there is no clue yet.

"Be prepared. When you break through to the Ghost Immortal realm, I may need your help with something important."

"Tianzun, please rest assured. Xiaoqian will practice hard!"

After checking the situation in the Qiankun Pot and confirming that there was nothing abnormal with the "Xiaoqian" female ghosts, Zhang Hong returned to the outside world.

Wenyuan Tower in Tianzun Palace is where Zhang Hong studies and practices meditation. In the middle of the study, there is a square whiteboard with a few lines of words written on it.

Zhang Hong waved his hand gently towards the whiteboard, and the writing on it disappeared completely. This whiteboard was also a magic weapon specially made for writing.

Zhang Hong stood in front of the whiteboard and pondered for a moment, then picked up a pen and started writing on it.