When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

After leaving Xie's house, Jiang Song came to a hidden alley, took out the modified black mask from the storage bag, and gently covered his face with it.

The mask fit her facial features perfectly, and in an instant, she transformed into the appearance of a young man.

Jiang Song adjusted his breathing and confirmed that his voice had changed before he started walking towards Tianbao Tower.

When we arrived at Tianbao Tower, the setting sun was already hanging low in the sky, giving this prosperous building a golden glow.

Jiang Song walked into Tianbao Tower and found that several monks in different costumes had gathered in the hall on the first floor. They were either standing or sitting, occasionally talking to each other, but they all seemed quite cautious.

Xie Gaozhao stood in the middle of the crowd, holding a list in his hand, checking the number of people.

Seeing Jiang Song appear, he stretched out his hand and beckoned to her, "Mr. Feng, you've arrived just in time. The other fellow Taoists have just arrived as well."

Feng Xingyun is the pseudonym Jiang Song gave himself.

She nodded slightly and walked to Xie Gaozhao, "I'm late, I hope you can forgive me."

"It's not too late, we just arrived too." A burly, rugged-looking male cultivator laughed, breaking the somewhat dull atmosphere.

"My name is Tie Niu. I'm at the initial stage of foundation building and am skilled in using a pair of hammers."

As he spoke, he patted a pair of black iron hammers that were half a person's height beside him. It was obvious that he was a powerful monk.

Jiang Song nodded at him as a friendly gesture.

Another female cultivator with a slender figure and pretty face also spoke up: "My name is Zhan Xinyue, I'm in the early stages of foundation building, and I'm good at water magic."

As she spoke, a faint mist shrouded her body, making her look quite mysterious.

The remaining three people also introduced themselves.

A middle-aged male cultivator who looked like a scholar stroked his beard and said, "My name is Chen Yuanhua. I'm in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment stage and have some knowledge of formations. I hope I can be of assistance to you on this mission."

A male cultivator with a sinister face and sharp eyes coldly spat out a few words: "Han Qianren, late foundation building stage, sword cultivator."

After saying that, he stopped talking and was obviously a solitary person.

The last one is the second son of the Mu family, Mu Yunlan, but he also used a pseudonym today, calling himself "Yun Sheng".

He was dressed in brocade clothes and holding a folding fan, looking very elegant. "Yun Sheng, I am in the middle stage of foundation building. I know a little about music and can provide some assistance to you."

Mu Yunlan is the youngest cultivation genius in Taixi Country. His cultivation has already reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. At this moment, he is suppressing his own aura and pretending to be in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. No one knows what he wants to do.

There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, and he seemed to have a playful attitude towards this mission.

Jiang Song did not delve into the purpose of his trip, but just kept it in mind.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Xie Gaozhao cleared his throat and said, "Everyone, our mission this time is to go to the mass graves west of the city and kill ghosts. I'm sure you all know the details of the mission, so I won't elaborate."

"I must emphasize that ghosts are cunning and adept at illusions, so we must be extremely careful in dealing with them. Although there are six of us, we cannot let our guard down and must work closely together to ensure the successful completion of this mission."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded to show that they understood.

Seeing this, Xie Gaozhao said no more. He waved his hand and a ray of light flew out from his hand, turning into a small flying boat, carrying everyone into the air and flying towards the mass grave in the west of the city.

Jiang Song, Tie Niu and Zhan Xinyue stood at the front of the flying boat, their eyes passing through the gradually blurred outline of the city and looking at the distant sky dyed red by the setting sun.

Han Qianren stood alone at the stern of the flying boat, his back looking aloof and indifferent, as if he was out of tune with this world.

Chen Yuanhua and Yun Sheng were in the center of the flying boat. The former was studying a formation diagram in his hand, while the latter was gently waving a folding fan with a faint smile on his lips.

Soon, the flying boat stopped on a desolate hillside. In front of it was a gloomy forest with sparse trees, yellow branches and leaves, and an atmosphere of deathly silence.

This is the entrance to the mass grave!

Xie Gaozhao walked down from the flying boat and turned to look at everyone.

"Everyone, the mass graves are full of dangers. You must proceed with caution. I will wait here for you for three days. If you still haven't emerged after three days, I will return to Tianbao Tower and report the mission as a failure."

The six people jumped off the flying boat and looked around.

It was already dusk, and all around were dead branches and leaves, as well as densely packed graves. Occasionally, a breeze blew, bringing with it bursts of whimpering sounds, as if the dead souls were weeping.

"Mr. Yun, let me join you in the group." Zhan Xinyue trotted to catch up with Mu Yunlan, with a look of dependence in her eyes.

Yes, with Mu Yunlan's charming aura, which woman wouldn't want to get closer to him?

Of course, except her, Jiang Song.

Yun Sheng smiled slightly and nodded gracefully in agreement, "With great pleasure, please, Miss Zhan."

Jiang Song looked at Tie Niu, their eyes met, and they reached a tacit understanding without saying much.

Tie Niu's immense strength and Jiang Song's flexibility complement each other well and help them cope with emergencies.

"Brother Han, Brother Chen, Brother Tie and I will follow you, okay?" Jiang Song suggested.

She noticed that although Han Qianren was a loner, his strength should not be underestimated, and Chen Yuanhua's knowledge of formations might come in handy in the complex and ever-changing mass graves.

Han Qianren was silent for a moment, and finally nodded, agreeing to this arrangement.

Chen Yuanhua smiled gently and expressed his agreement.

The two groups determined their respective directions of action and cautiously stepped into the mass grave.

As they went deeper, the air around them seemed to become heavier and heavier, and a sense of oppression arose.

Jiang Song, Tie Niu, Han Qianren and Chen Yuanhua were in a group, walking along a narrow path.

On both sides of the path are densely packed tombstones. Some have been weathered so much that the words on them are no longer legible, while others still have mottled bloodstains, revealing the tragedy that once occurred here.

"Everyone be careful, the atmosphere here is not right." Chen Yuanhua reminded in a low voice. The formation diagram in his hand began to glow slightly, as if sensing something.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and the surrounding tombstones seemed to come alive. Phantom shadows floated out from them, circling around the four people and emitting shrill laughter.

"It's a ghostly illusion, everyone keep your mind focused!" Jiang Song reacted quickly, took out a few mind-clearing talismans from his storage bag and distributed them to others.

The Qingxin Talisman emits a faint light, helping everyone resist the influence of illusions.

Tie Niu swung his two huge hammers, and the tremendous force caused the surrounding shadows to scatter and flee.

Han Qianren flashed like a flash of lightning and accurately slashed at the ghosts that tried to approach. Wherever the sword light reached, the ghosts disappeared.

Chen Yuanhua quickly set up a simple defensive formation to cover the four people, greatly reducing external interference.

After a fierce battle, these low-level ghosts were finally cleared out.

The four of them took a short break and continued to go deeper.

At the same time, Zhan Xinyue and Yun Sheng were also besieged by ghosts.

Zhan Xinyue's water magic showed extraordinary power at this time. She summoned water curtains to isolate the ghosts and used the impact of the water to defeat them one by one.

Mu Yunlan used music as a weapon. When the song "Soul-Calming Tune" sounded, the ghosts fell into confusion and could not extricate themselves.

Just after the third watch, a very high concentration of Yin Qi had accumulated in their respective soul-binding bottles, and they had killed dozens or even hundreds of ghosts.

Seeing that these ghosts did not seem as difficult to deal with as rumored, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they did not dare to take it lightly.

After all, these are just first-level ghosts, and killing one is not worth the value of a pill.

Their real target is the more powerful and rare high-level ghosts hidden deep in this mass grave.