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

Under the endless sky, the underworld is separated from the human world by a thin and mysterious boundary.

Tonight, this boundary seemed to be gently opened by an invisible force, revealing a portal to another world.

Emperor Yun Che, dressed in a silver robe as light as flowing clouds, stood on a giant phoenix. The phoenix's wings were as brilliant as the rays of the setting sun, and every flap was accompanied by bursts of celestial music, as if it could penetrate the haze of the underworld.

Beside him, Xu Wan was dressed in red, as red as maple leaves and as red as fire.

With a gentle smile on his face, his eyes sparkled with curiosity and anticipation about the unknown.

"Master, is this Ghost Market Night Market really as bustling as it was a hundred years ago?"

Xu Wan asked softly, with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice, which expressed deep nostalgia for past memories.

Yun Che smiled faintly, his eyes filled with doting for his disciple, "Of course, Wan'er. Today, we will take you, Tan Yuan, and Yan Wu to experience the unique charm of this Netherworld Ghost Realm."

After saying that, the phoenix flapped its wings and flew high, penetrating that layer of boundary and heading straight for the ghost realm.

Behind them, Yan Wu transformed into a majestic fire unicorn, carrying Tan Yuan closely behind. The fire unicorn was surrounded by blazing flames, which formed a sharp contrast with the night, but also added a bit of warmth and liveliness.

At the ghost market night market, lights are dim, various ghosts and monks are walking around, and the sounds of hawking and laughter are intertwined, making it extremely lively.

Xu Wan and Tan Yuan walked side by side, sometimes stopping in front of the stalls to pick out all kinds of strange and weird things; sometimes they smiled at each other, their eyes full of dependence and joy on each other.

"Tan Yuan, look at this mask, how interesting!" Xu Wan smiled, pointing to a finely carved ghost mask with lively eyes.

Tan Yuan gently picked up the mask, put it on his face, and said mysteriously: "This way, I will become the most handsome ghost in this ghost market."

Xu Wan was so amused by his appearance that she bent forward and backward, while Yan Wu transformed into a human form beside him, crossed his arms, and said with disdain: "Humph, are you as handsome as me, Fire Kirin?"

The three of them laughed together, attracting the attention of the surrounding ghosts.

Just as the three of them were immersed in joy, a cool and familiar breath approached quietly.

Xu Wan looked up and saw a man in an ice-blue robe slowly walking towards her. He had a handsome face and deep eyes, as if he could see into people's hearts.

This person is none other than the Lord of the Ghost Realm - Nether Ice.

“Brother Yun Che, how are you?” You Ming Bing’s voice was deep and magnetic. He smiled and bowed to Yun Che.

Yun Che smiled back, "Brother Youming, it's been years since we last met, but you're still as charming as ever."

Xu Wan and Tan Yuan hurried forward to pay their respects upon seeing this. You Ming Bing's gaze lingered on Xu Wan for a moment, then he smiled and said, "This is your beloved disciple, right? It's just as the rumors say..."

Xu Wan said with a proud smile: "Of course, my master is very discerning and only accepted me as his disciple."

Yan Wu, who was standing by, grumbled in dissatisfaction, "Hey, Nether Ghost King, stop chatting. This is our first time visiting your territory. Do you have any fun recommendations for us?"

Hearing this, Youming Bing curled up his lips into a playful smile: "Oh? In that case, then I will take you to see the most special show in the Ghost Market - the Netherworld Dance Banquet."

In the endless depths of the underworld, there is a realm forgotten by the world - the underworld ghost realm.

Here, surrounded by clouds and mist and flickering ghost lights, it is the final resting place of the souls of all things and the origin of countless legends.

Today, this long-silent land is about to usher in an unprecedented feast, simply because the almighty Emperor, with his beloved disciple Xu Wan and his spiritual pet, has stepped into this deep world.

The Lord of the Netherworld, Nether Ice, stood quietly on the high platform of the Netherworld Palace, looking at the fairy light gradually approaching in the distance, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

That scene from a thousand years ago seems like it happened just yesterday.

At that time, he was still a fledgling ghost, surrounded by endless darkness and fear.

Until he met the emperor wearing golden armor and holding a long sword. He was like the light of dawn, illuminating every corner of the underworld.

In a battle against evil spirits from the ghost realm, the Emperor single-handedly turned the tide and saved countless innocent souls.

After the war, he discovered Youming Bing's potential and tenacity and decided to promote him as the new master of the Youming Ghost Realm.

Since then, Youmingbing has shouldered the responsibility of protecting this land, and Emperor Zun has become his eternal friend and mentor.

With a melodious fairy music, Emperor Zun, Xu Wan and others slowly descended into the underworld.

Youming Bing came out to greet them personally, his face filled with joy of reunion after a long separation.

"Your Excellency, Fairy Xu Wan, and the two immortals, Youmingbing has been waiting here for a long time!"

His voice echoed in the empty ghostland, with a bit of majesty and even more enthusiasm.

Emperor Zun smiled slightly, took a few steps forward, and patted Youming Bing on the shoulder, "Youming, it's been many years since we last met, and you really didn't disappoint me.

This netherworld, under your governance, has become more orderly."

Xu Wan looked around curiously, her eyes gleaming with excitement, "Is this the Netherworld? It's truly unique. Netherworld Bing, you have to treat us well!"

In order to entertain the distinguished guests from afar, Youmingbing carefully prepared a grand Youming feast.

The Netherworld Dance Banquet is one of the most grand banquets in the ghost realm, and the guests are all masters and celebrities from all walks of life.

At the banquet, dancers dressed in light gauze danced gracefully, moving among the guests like ghosts, bringing a double feast for the eyes and the soul.

At the banquet, will-o'-the-wisp fires transformed into bright lights, illuminating the entire palace; the flowers of the underworld bloomed, emitting an alluring fragrance; and all kinds of rare and exotic animals served as delicacies at the banquet, which was breathtaking.

Emperor Zun, Xu Wan and others were deeply attracted by this feast. They tasted the delicacies of the underworld, appreciated the dances of the underworld, and felt the unique charm of this land.

Youming Bing gave a passionate introduction, sometimes telling the history of the Netherworld ghost realm, sometimes sharing his own experience in governing the ghost realm. His words and actions showed the demeanor of a king.

However, just when the banquet was reaching its climax, a sudden gust of cold wind broke the original tranquility.

Suddenly, a ghost in a black robe appeared, holding a ghost blade with a cold glow, and rushed towards Youmingbing.

"Youmingbing, your rule should end!" The ghostly voice in black robe was cold and resolute.

Faced with this sudden attack, Youmingbing remained calm. He just waved his sleeve lightly, and countless ice crystals surged out from his body, transforming into sharp ice blades, which clashed fiercely with the ghost blade of the black-robed ghost.

Xu Wan, Tan Yuan and Yan Wu reacted quickly, each using their unique skills to join in this sudden battle.

For a moment, the banquet scene turned into a battlefield, with light and shadow interweaving and sword energy running rampant.

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, a dazzling light suddenly burst out from Nether Ice's body, shocking the black-robed ghost back repeatedly.

It turns out that Youmingbing has been hiding his strength, and now it is finally revealed.

"Hmph, you mere scoundrel dares to run wild in my Netherworld!" Netherworld Bing's voice was full of majesty and disdain.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the black-robed ghost turned around and tried to escape.

Emperor Yun Che stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the fierce battle in front of him.

His eyes were deep and calm, as if he had already seen through the outcome of this battle.

He shook his head slightly and sighed softly, "Why bother?"

Emperor Yun Che flashed and instantly appeared behind the black-robed ghost, slapping out with his palm.

Wherever the palm wind went, the void was shattered, and the black-robed ghost vomited blood and fell to the ground, without any breath.

The crisis was over, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Nether Ice stepped forward, bowed to Yun Che, and thanked him, "Thank you, Emperor, for your help."

Yun Che waved his hand and said, "It's alright. Such monsters are free to be killed by anyone."

Xu Wan looked at her master with admiration and said, "When Master strikes, he exudes dominance! If I could have such strength, I would be able to better protect myself and those around me."

Youming Bing looked at Xu Wan with a smile, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. He stroked Xu Wan's head gently and said gently: "You are very talented. With time, you will definitely achieve something."

Xu Wan nodded seriously and secretly made up his mind to work harder in cultivation and become as powerful as his master.

At this time, Yan Wu came over and said with a smile: "This time, thanks to Emperor Zun, otherwise we really don't know how to deal with it."

Tan Yuan also echoed: "Yes, but what is the origin of this black-robed ghost? Why is it attacking Brother Youming?"

Everyone looked puzzled.

Youmingbing pondered for a moment and said, "This matter may not be simple. There may be another conspiracy behind it. We must be careful to prevent the enemy from attacking again."

After saying that, he looked into the distance, frowning slightly, as if thinking about something.