Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

The sea breeze, carrying the stench of blood, chilled the hearts of the Rakshasa Cult Leader and the other two elders.

The true lineage of the Yellow Springs, the righteous law of Fengdu.

Why were they able to encounter such a monster as soon as they came out?

Li Junsu's restraint towards them was no different from Beimen Yue's treatment of Su An.

Su An was genuinely afraid of Bei Men Yue, whose merit was a top-tier source, the kind that even the Heavenly Dao would favor.

When it comes to things like ghostly energy versus good deeds, it's quite obvious which one Heaven will favor.

Merit can only be gained by benefiting all things, while ghostly energy is harmful to living beings in the mortal world.

With a single punch, the Holy Maiden of Merit, Beimen Yue, could render Su An paralyzed from the waist down. Literally, this means that after Su An is purified by merit, he will be completely paralyzed for a period of time.

Su An was no different from a punching bag; Bei Men Yue beat him up easily, and Su An even had some difficulty fighting back.

Li Junsu's underworld path holds an absolute dominant position against ghosts.

"Make your move." The Rakshasa Cult Leader clearly understood as well, and after taking a deep breath, he spoke in a deep voice.

Although Li Junsu restrained them, at this point, they had no choice but to fight, for only by fighting could they have a glimmer of hope.

If we don't fight... we'll face certain death.

"Ghostly Refining Sacrifice".

"Red and white collide."

Upon hearing this, the two elders who looked towards the sea immediately took action.

"what!"

"Sir! Save us!"

"Help, sir!"

Ghostly energy burst forth, and the believers were used as nourishment. Shouts rang out, and ghostly and malevolent energy began to emerge.

In the distance, the sounds of festive gongs and drums mingled with mournful music from both sides.

Extreme joy or sorrow, the clash of red and white, can turn a place into a ghost realm.

"Corrupt officials of the imperial court..."

"Go to hell, you cultivators, not one of you is a good person."

"group..."

The believers looked at Li Junsu and Yan Sansi, who were standing there with great interest, and then at the Rakshasa Sect leaders who were on high alert, and began to curse.

Sharp claw energy flew out, and the head of the person who was just cursing the corrupt officials of the court flew off without having to suffer the pain of sacrificial refining.

"You think you deserve to be saved?" Bai Xingling curled her lip, loosened her tiger claws, and retracted them.

Greedy and insatiable, do you now realize you were wrong?

However, Bai Xingling also knew that such idiots were still in the minority.

......

"What's going on?" a commoner asked in surprise as he watched the large procession heading toward the Six Doors.

"They've done something bad. Marquis Wu'an told them to report for duty themselves."

"It still has to be the Six Doors. Life is much more comfortable now."

"That's true. It's been a long time since I've heard of anyone dining and dashing. I wonder when I'll hear something funny again."

The passing rogue cultivator's lips twitched. These people didn't want to hear any amusement; they wanted them dead.

Eating and dashing right under the noses of the Six Doors (a government agency)? How many lives do they have to risk their lives like this?

......

The atmosphere in the Guannei Road, which had been cleared out, was just right, while the atmosphere in the Luosha Sea was rather bad.

The Rakshasa Cult Leader, who was casting a spell behind her back, looked at Bai Xingling and his lips twitched.

Demon King?

A man who gazes at the sea, accompanied by a demon emperor?

Has the world gone mad?

Or is there something wrong with my brain?

The Demon Emperor is only one step away from becoming the Demon King. Each one is arrogant and proud. Only a Martial Venerable can tame a Demon Emperor.

The Rakshasa Cult Leader was in despair. How could he escape?

In particular, the two people opposite them had the leisure to wait for them to cast their spells.

Unlike when he fought the Blood Refining Mad Slaughter, Li Junsu was now very patient as he waited for them to cast their spells.

What Li Junsu feared was not the Blood Refining Madman's spellcasting, but that the Blood Refining Madman, that brute, would use a group of innocent novices for his ritual.

If Blood Refining Madman uses these believers for his refinement, then Li Junsu has the patience to wait for him to finish refining, and maybe he can take a couple more punches from him.

The believers before him were both stupid and wicked. Since they were not innocent, Li Junsu was naturally patient enough to see what tricks the Rakshasa Cult was up to.

This is the confidence that strength brings.

After comparing their strengths, Li Junsu realized that it might be a little difficult for him to defeat the Rakshasa Cult Leader, but it was only a little difficult.

Yan Sansi clearly shared the same mindset, crossing his arms and watching the Rakshasa Sect's spellcasting with a leisurely air.

"Control your breathing," Yan Sansi reminded him as the funeral music grew closer.

Li Junsu has committed too many murders. If this kid were to enter a small ghost domain, he could break through it in an instant.

Medium-sized ghost domains will be filled up directly and then burst.

Only a large ghost domain can contain this kid, but if Li Junsu enters a large ghost domain, that ghost domain will instantly change hands.

Li Junsu alone is worth more than half of a large ghost domain. Seeing such a powerful father, the origin of the ghost domain would inevitably betray it.

Only the unrestricted Ghost Realm of the Nine Realms of Absolute Life can give Li Junsu a headache.

Upon hearing this, Li Junsu seemed to realize something and took two steps back.

"What's wrong?" Yan Sansi asked in surprise.

"There's no show to watch." Li Junsu said succinctly.

For anything in the underworld to see Li Junsu, it must first pass through... his defeated enemies.

These things are beyond Li Junsu's control.

As the red and white team appeared, the black shadows instantly spread out.

A bright red wedding sedan chair, carried by paper figures. If a living person encounters this, they will be dragged into the sedan chair, and as for their fate... a sedan chair carried by ghosts will certainly not have a good ending.

The coffin at the funeral was missing someone to lie in, and the sound of the suona horn was extremely loud.

But... the moment the shadow spread, the world fell silent.

A low murmur arose, deathly energy began to float, and ghostly energy was absorbed.

"Again?" Bai Xingling thought of something, and her ears twitched.

As soon as Bai Xingling finished speaking, a pale arm appeared.

"Come down."

"We meet again."

"New...food."

"companion."

"kill."

As the murmurs began, the indistinct whispers grew increasingly noisy until a ghostly wail finally broke through.

The bride in the bright red wedding sedan chair screamed wildly as if she had seen a ghost.

The paper figures were torn into pieces and scattered everywhere.

At the funeral, the suona horns were broken in half, and the coffin was dismantled into wooden strips.

The ghosts screamed one by one, and even cried for help.

Even the Rakshasa Sea was churning.

These remnant spirits are not even afraid of the Rakshasa Sea; some newly born Rakshasa have become part of them.

Yan Sansi turned his head to look at the surging Rakshasa Sea, then turned back to look at Li Junsu, sizing him up.

This guy... is he that weird?

Bai Xingling looked at the ghostly hand on the ground, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

This is normal now, you'll get used to it.

The Rakshasa Cult Leader flew away the instant the shadow appeared.

After all, the two seafarers have now been torn to pieces.

His intestines flew out.

The Ghost Hand's suppression is too strong; it relies on the karma of killing. Simply put, if you have more than 500,000 lives on your hands, you can move freely.

As for why Yan Sansi and Bai Xingling were unharmed, it's because Ghost Hand was afraid of Li Junsu.

They dared not touch his friends.

"Are you evil cultivators, or are we evil cultivators?" The Rakshasa Sect Leader looked at the calm two people and one demon and asked sincerely.