The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

Yunmengze, a place name that makes people shudder, is actually a vast mass grave.

This is where ghosts and spirits gather and where resentment is rampant.

However, in this place considered a forbidden land, Chu Feng and thirty cultivators have been holding on for two full months.

For two months, they slept under the pine trees at the mass grave, braving all odds and dangers.

Those pine trees, with their thick trunks and lush branches and leaves, seemed to be the guardians of this land of death, quietly witnessing their path of cultivation.

They absorb the resentment here day and night and transform it into power to cultivate demonic energy.

Their figures appear particularly tenacious in this lonely mass grave.

Tonight, all the wandering ghosts in Yunmengze came out.

They floated silently in the air, like wisps of mist, staring quietly at Chu Feng and the thirty cultivators.

Some of these wandering ghosts are the souls of those who suffered injustice during their lifetime, and some are heroes who died on the battlefield. Their eyes are full of complexity and contradiction.

However, when they saw this young man leading thirty monks to practice here day and night, and sleeping under the pine trees when they were tired, they couldn't help but feel a little awe in their hearts.

Why would anyone dare to stay here for two months and sleep here?

This was the doubt in the hearts of the wandering ghosts. However, Chu Feng and the others were completely unaware of it.

Their cultivation is still shallow and they cannot see the existence of these wandering ghosts.

So, they naturally don’t know that every night, there is a group of ghosts staring at them quietly.

But no matter what, Chu Feng and the thirty cultivators continued their cultivation journey.

At midnight, Yunmengze seemed to be surrounded by a layer of mysterious mist, hazy and distant.

Chu Feng and a group of cultivators chose to rest under the pine trees in Yunmengze on this quiet night.

The tall pine trees with lush branches and leaves provided them with a temporary shelter.

However, in this quiet night, countless ghosts floated freely above their heads, some of which made low voices of men talking, while others made silver bell-like laughter of women.

However, due to Chu Feng's low level of cultivation, he could not hear the strange sounds of these ghosts.

Suddenly, a clear and rapid ringing of a bell broke the silence of the night. Chu Feng and the thirty cultivators around him were instantly alert. They quickly stood up, holding long swords, and tightly protected Chu Feng in the middle.

Their eyes were fierce and they shouted in unison: "Your Majesty, we are here, there is no need to fear!"

They looked around and saw that the fog was getting thicker, as if countless unknown dangers were lurking in it.

Then, a woman's sharp laughter was heard. The laughter was like a cold wind blowing through the treetops, making people feel cold.

Chu Feng shouted, "Who is pretending to be a troublemaker over there? Come out to me now!"

As Chu Feng finished speaking, the woman slowly walked out of the fog.

Her hair was tied up in a high bun, like a classical lady, with red spider lilies blooming beautifully on the bun.

The crystal clear red bead earrings sway with her steps, and the long hair on both sides of her temples falls naturally, occasionally fluttering in the wind, adding a lively and unruly air.

Wearing a red off-shoulder gauze dress, she looked like a burning flame, standing out in the night.

The snow-white jade peaks are faintly visible under the cover of the gauze skirt, adding a bit of mystery and temptation.

She wore a bell on her wrist that was carefully woven with a red rope. It swayed gently as she walked, making a crisp sound.

Her gauze skirt only reached her knees, revealing her long and white legs. She wore a pair of black boots, which made her look tall and graceful.

It was the first time that Chu Feng saw a woman dressed so revealingly, and he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

However, at this moment, a cultivator loudly reminded Chu Feng: "Your Majesty, be careful. Don't be attracted by beautiful women. Women who come to the mass grave late at night are definitely not human!"

At the same time, the group of ghosts that were originally floating in the air saw this woman and all ran into the cemetery in fear, as if she was some kind of terrible existence.

The woman kept shaking her wrists, and with the ups and downs of her movements,

A series of clear and long bell sounds echoed in the air, like a strange melody in the night.

The sound of the bell seemed to have some kind of magic, and those who had just quietly entered the cemetery,

The ghosts that tried to find a resting place were forcibly pulled out by this force.

They floated helplessly in the air, their faces distorted, their eyes filled with fear and despair, and began to flee in all directions, as if they had encountered some terrible natural enemy.

Seeing this, the woman curled her lips into a faint sneer and shouted, "Collect the Soul Umbrella!"

Before she finished speaking, a black umbrella emitting a dark light suddenly appeared in her hand.

This umbrella looks ordinary, but there are intricate runes painted on the umbrella surface, flashing with a heart-pounding light.

She gripped the umbrella handle tightly and waved it gently. The umbrella suddenly opened up like a huge black curtain, covering all the fleeing ghosts.

The moment the ghosts touched the umbrella, they let out shrill wails, as if they were swallowed by some mysterious power, and gradually disappeared without a trace.

The whole process was as smooth as flowing water. The woman's movements were skillful and graceful, as if she was doing something very ordinary.

Chu Feng and the thirty cultivators witnessed this scene and were all shocked.

Although they could not see the ghosts, they could not hear their roars.

But judging by the actions of the woman in red and the black umbrella, one can more or less guess that she is a strange woman who came here to collect souls.

Chu Feng pondered secretly: "She just said those three words 'Soul Collecting Umbrella', could it be that she specializes in collecting souls?

Who on earth is this woman, and how could she possess such extraordinary powers?"

Chu Feng solemnly ordered the group of cultivators surrounding him, "Retreat!"

Upon hearing this, the thirty cultivators retreated to both sides of Chu Feng without hesitation.

They held long swords, with the tips of their swords pointed at the woman who was slowly approaching. Their eyes were full of vigilance, ready to fight at any time to protect Chu Feng's safety.

The woman held a black umbrella and walked lightly in front of Chu Feng like a ghost.

Chu Feng's eyes were like torches, and he pointed his sword at the woman. He asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?"

A gust of wind blew, and the air was filled with a strong stench.

She looked Chu Feng up and down, and saw that Chu Feng's hair was messy, his face was covered with dirt, and his beard was untidy.

His black robe was already stained with mud, making him look quite disheveled.

Then, she turned her gaze to the cultivators behind Chu Feng, only to see that they also had haggard faces, ragged clothes, and looked exhausted.

The woman waved her hand gently, her face full of disgust, and said with a pout: "It stinks. How long have you not showered? It's really unbearable."

Chu Feng heard this and the sword in his hand instantly disappeared.

He bowed to the woman, his tone filled with respect and curiosity: "Daoyou, are you a fairy who specializes in collecting souls?"

Hearing this, the woman chuckled, her voice carrying a hint of amusement: "Fairy? Ha, that's a really interesting name.

However, I am not a fairy. My name is Manzhu, and I am a demon that has cultivated from a red spider lily.

Fellow Daoist, how could you be so miserable and end up in such a state?"

Chu Feng stared at Manzhu quietly. Her figure looked particularly charming in the dim light.

Especially those red eyes, like two dazzling gems, sparkling with alluring light, as if they can see through people's hearts and captivate them.

Every subtle movement of hers exudes an indescribable charm that makes people unable to look away.

Manzhu was also looking at Chu Feng affectionately, with a fiery flame burning in his red eyes, which contained both curiosity and expectation.

Her eyes seemed to be able to penetrate Chu Feng's soul and see into his inner thoughts and desires.

The two of them just stared at each other quietly, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Suddenly, Manzhu gently extended her hand, a warm smile on her face, and her voice was gentle and magnetic: "Since you have just entered the magic world and have no place to go, why don't you come home with me.

Shadow Academy welcomes you to join us."

Her tone was full of sincerity and kindness, as if she was inviting a long-lost relative to come home.

Chu Feng was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Manzhu to invite them so directly.

Shadow Academy?

He repeated the name in his mind and looked at Manzhu curiously.

Seeing that he was hesitant, Manzhu continued to introduce: "The academy focuses on a free and easy life, without complicated rules and constraints.

It's full of demonic cultivators, all of them share the same ideals and can practice together and make progress together.

Besides, there are many beauties like me there."

There was a hint of mischief and pride in her words, as if she was showing off how wonderful her college was.

After listening to Manzhu's introduction, Chu Feng couldn't help but feel a little shaken.

Shadow Academy does sound like a good place, where you can practice and improve your strength while making friends with like-minded people.