Fu Changsheng only felt the world spinning, waves of dizziness washed over him. When his vision cleared, he found himself on a mountain ridge.
Chilling winds blew fiercely.
It sounded like ghosts wailing and wolves howling:
"Why was I teleported to Ghostly Wail Ridge?!"
Although the four siblings each held a red string, the teleportation for each was random. The red string in his hand had snapped, indicating they had been transported to different areas.
Fu Changsheng imdiately wielded the Hundred Ghosts Banner.
Autumn Cicada, clad in white, floated out, sensing the dense Yin Spirit Qi in the surroundings. She exclaid with delight:
"Master, where have we arrived?"
"Ten Thousand Ghosts Abyss!"
Fu Changsheng scanned the surroundings.
He realized he was at the highest point of Ghostly Wail Ridge.
Looking down.
The entire landscape of the ridge ca into view.
The intelligence showed that.
A Soul Condensing Tree was hidden in a cavern sowhere on Ghostly Wail Ridge, but the exact location wasn’t ntioned.
He quickly took out a Communication Jade Talisman to contact his brother and others, discovering they were on the Ancient Battlefield—one to the south, one to the north. Even using a Flying Ship would take seven or eight days:
"Brother, the three of you should not disperse. Let Molan lead, and proceed cautiously. Do not rush. I will co to find you."
An Earth-Tier Ghost Cultivator technique was hidden in the Ancient Battlefield.
He planned to first get his hands on the Soul Condensing Fruit, then move forward.
He donned the Invisibility Cloak.
Descending from Ghostly Wail Ridge, he heard the clashing of weapons from below as he reached the hillside. Fu Changsheng imdiately quieted his steps, and when he reached the mountain’s base.
He saw soone holding an iron fan, fiercely fighting with a Tier One Late Stage Ghost Soldier.
The Ghost Soldier was ford from the bones of a cultivator who died there, with two clusters of green flas burning in its hollow eye sockets.
The back of the cultivator fighting the Ghost Soldier looked familiar.
Recalling for a mont, Fu Changsheng’s eyes sharply widened:
"Zhang Huansheng!"
Indeed, enemies often et unexpectedly.
He didn’t expect.
To encounter a Zhang Family cultivator at Ghostly Wail Ridge.
Instinctively scanning left and right, he found no other Zhang Family cultivators lurking around. His eyes slightly narrowed, and given the rare chance to co across a lone Zhang Family cultivator, there was no reason to let it go.
At the mountain’s base.
He saw Zhang Huansheng spin the iron fan, instantly releasing thousands of arrows, besieging the Ghost Soldier from all directions.
"Boom!"
The Ghost Soldier’s eye socket flas suddenly surged.
A dark green light shield condensed around it.
Ting, ting, ting!
Unrelenting arrows struck the light shield. Though they couldn’t break the Ghost Soldier’s defense, the green fla color of the shield dimd noticeably. It was about to shatter.
The Ghost Soldier roared in anger.
It pulled out a rib from its chest.
The rib glowed phosphorescently.
The Ghost Soldier did not retreat but advanced instead. Wielding the rib like a flying sword, it danced fiercely, sending a series of Wind Blades as fast tornadoes toward Zhang Huansheng.
Zhang Huansheng’s pupils shrank.
He retreated repeatedly.
With a pained expression, his right hand pinched a spell, imdiately activating a red talisman and throwing it head-on towards the approaching Ghost Soldier.
Rumble!
A loud explosion was heard.
Flas erupted, enveloping the Ghost Soldier with a boom.
Sizzle, sizzle.
The Ghost Soldier’s light shield was burned through in the blink of an eye. The fire fell upon the Ghost Soldier, causing it to emit a pained wail, and within two breaths, it turned to ash.
With a clang.
A Tier One High-Grade Soul Crystal dropped to the ground.
Zhang Huansheng, his mana depleted, face slightly pale, beckoned with his hand, and the soul crystal on the ground floated toward him. Looking at the crystal in his hand, a smile appeared on his face:
"It wasn’t in vain to waste a Tier One Top-Grade Bursting Talisman."
As Zhang Huansheng spoke, he placed the soul crystal into his Hundred Treasures Pouch.
Just as he relaxed.
Suddenly.
A wave of life and death crisis swept over him.
"Oh no!"
Could there really be a second Tier One Late Stage Ghost Soldier on Ghostly Wail Ridge?
At the mont of life and death.
He crushed the jade talisman in his hand instantly, and with a whoosh, a white cocoon enveloped him. Ting, ting, ting, and thousands of strands shot from mid-air onto the cocoon.
The cocoon trembled violently.
But it wasn’t pierced.
Just as Zhang Huansheng was about to breathe a sigh of relief.
Suddenly felt a sharp pain from his leg.
Looking down.
He saw his feet were inexplicably covered in crimson:
"What is going on?!"
Zhang Huansheng reacted quickly, imdiately waving the iron fan in his hand. A Wind Blade sliced through his lting leg, severing it, stopping the spreading red.
"Roar!"
At the sa ti.
A Fire Dragon charged forth, sweeping its tail heavily on the white cocoon, and with a crack, the cocoon shattered!
The Fire Dragon continued its assault.
Before Zhang Huansheng could react, with a boom, he was engulfed in the dragon’s raging flas. Amidst the blaze, he saw a figure slowly erging from the forest.
It was Fu Changsheng, the one he had been longing to kill!
From the mont Fu Changsheng decided to make a move, every strike was lethal!
Almost simultaneously, all his thods were unleashed.
Thus.
What seed like a slow battle.
In reality, lasted less than three breaths.
Fu Changsheng waved his sleeve, storing the dropped Hundred Treasures Pouch into his bosom. The commotion from the fight was too loud, likely attracting other ghosts or cultivators.
Fu Changsheng quickly activated the Earth Escape Talisman in his hand.
A flash of yellow light.
He burrowed into the ground and hid.
Wearing the Invisibility Cloak, Fu Changsheng took out the obtained Hundred Treasures Pouch. Unlike a storage bag, its space was extrely limited. With a glance, he found it contained thirty Low-Grade Spirit Stones, bottles of Recovery Pill, Qi Replenishing Pill, and a few Low-Tier Talismans. Most importantly, the Tier One High-Grade Soul Crystal was impressively within.
If he could slay nine more Tier One High-Grade Ghost Soldiers, he could earn a Court rit Point.
The initial battle was victorious!
This was a good on.
Fu Changsheng patted the Spirit Beast Bag.
Hiss, hiss, hiss.
Hundreds of Silver-Spotted Poison Snakes surged out instantly.
Fu Changsheng had Xiaoqing instruct them to search for caverns while he began exploring underground.
If he could find the Soul Condensing Tree, achieving Divine Sense in Ten Thousand Ghosts Abyss, it would undoubtedly be an ace in his hand.
In the blink of an eye.
Three days passed by swiftly.
The Silver-Spotted Poison Snakes sent a few ssages.
But those caverns were temporary resting places for cultivators.
Seeing it wasn’t a short-term task to find it, Fu Changsheng had Xiaoqing command the Silver-Spotted Poison Snakes to continue searching while planning to reunite with his brother and others first.
Just as he was about to erge from underground.
Suddenly.
The Little Cyan Snake hissed joyfully.
"Found it?!"
Fu Changsheng couldn’t help but feel excited.
Following Little Cyan Snake’s guidance, he delved deeper underground, reaching a hundred zhang down, where the pressure around noticeably intensified. On a stone slab, a Silver-Spotted Poison Snake wagged its tail rhythmically towards the Little Cyan Snake.
Fixing his gaze.
Not far from him.
A low cave mansion appeared before his eyes.
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