"Hmm." Li Changqing nodded, "Not a trace, quite strange."
"In this Ghostly Realm, nothing is really strange to happen." Xue Qianbai said slowly, "Perhaps he really encountered so formidable character and got eliminated."
"If he ventured too far, even if there were signs of battle, we wouldn’t feel them."
Everyone nodded, agreeing with Xue Qianbai’s view.
Only the two elders from Zhanhe Mansion seed worried.
Losing a disciple is one thing, but losing an elder is another.
"Let’s wait a bit longer." Li Changqing would not rashly attempt a search, otherwise, what if he encountered so terrifying individual?
No one can say for sure what lies within this Ghostly Realm.
What if so master like Heaven-Flipping Ghost Lord suddenly erged and swallowed him whole?
Even though such an occurrence was extrely unlikely, Li Changqing would not risk his life for others.
And just like that, a day passed.
The tension and excitent from the first day had long disappeared.
When midnight arrived, they began a new round of slaughter!
The second night’s display was far superior to the first. The number of disciples lost was less than ten.
Moreover, the appearance of any master was limited to just one from the Innate Realm.
Upon appearing, he was quickly killed by the Great Yuan Dynasty’s expert.
Everything else was normal.
However, the Ghost Race was significantly less than on the first day, so after the second day’s battles concluded, all sects moved deeper into Heaven-Flipping Ghost City from their current location.
After the outer layer of the Ghost Race was killed, any new Ghost Race would appear deep within the city, making their thirteen-day stay much easier if they just stay at the periter.
The number of Ghost Race erging wouldn’t be many, but such a trial would lack purpose, and more importantly, it wouldn’t allow them to earn more rit Points.
Many disciples had already targeted the items they wanted, just waiting to exchange them with rit Points.
Thus, they opted to kill more rather than less.
Additionally, everyone noticed their improvent in strength.
It was an advancent that re secluded cultivation within the sect couldn’t match.
Li Hengsheng’s "Overlord Immortal Spear Skill" and "Nine Truths Spear Skill" beca increasingly adept, with deeper insights into the realm of intuition with the spear.
Three consecutive days of slaughter led to evident growth for everyone.
But after three days, Xu Chang’an still had not returned.
No trace or word of him.
Ultimately, the two elders from Zhanhe Mansion had no choice but to give up.
Nurous disciples’ iron badges had already turned into copper ones, and Lin Qingyi hadn’t appeared for days—everyone wondered if Lu Shiran’s copper badge had turned silver.
Minghong State, Changting Town.
The town was bustling as usual, with people hurrying along the streets and various vendors hawking their wares.
Shiyan Studio.
The storyteller continued his implausible tales.
Li Changqing had left plenty of scripts before departing, ensuring the studio never lacked new stories.
At that mont, a figure entered Shiyan Studio.
He glanced around before choosing a spot in a corner to sit.
"Sir, would you like sothing to eat?" A waiter swiftly approached, handing him the nu.
If other experts were present, they would surely recognize him — none other than Lin Qingyi.
In recent days, Lin Qingyi hadn’t appeared in the Ghostly Realm, leading everyone to assu he was occupied; no one expected he’d end up in a modest place like Changting Town.
Considering such small towns wouldn’t see an Innate Realm master for years, let alone an expert like Lin Qingyi.
Lin Qingyi perused the nu with interest in items he’d never tasted even in Celestial Sea City and ordered a few dishes.
He also requested a pot of tea.
Then, his attention was drawn to the storyteller on stage.
Lin Qingyi seed genuinely intrigued by Li Changqing’s concocted tales, listening intently.
When the dishes arrived, Lin Qingyi ticulously tasted each one.
"The food’s really delicious." To his surprise, he enjoyed an unexpected delight, eating everything until only empty plates remained. Once the elder concluded his story, Lin Qingyi raised his hand and tossed a piece of silver onto the table in front of the elder.
The elder’s face changed upon seeing such a large piece of silver—it was worth fifty taels!
Such a sum would take him a year of storytelling to earn.
"Thank you for your generous reward, sir." The storyteller was overwheld with gratitude; such patrons were rare indeed.
Other patrons all turned their gazes toward Lin Qingyi, curious about who could be so extravagant, though none seed to recognize him.
A few young n, however, looked on with malicious intent.
Lin Qingyi also said to the elder, "Could I invite you over for a chat, old sir?"
"Certainly."
Since Lin Qingyi had given fifty taels, chatting a bit was only natural.
The elder took a seat, and Lin Qingyi personally poured him a cup of tea.
"Young man." The elder glanced around, then spoke softly, "Your tip was overly generous, especially in such a public setting. Take a look at those people over there."
As he spoke, he gestured with his eyes.
Lin Qingyi looked over to find several young n in the corner also looking at him, their malicious intent utterly unrestrained.
"Those few are the town’s thugs; they typically idly linger and have so skill. You should be cautious—they might trouble you for showing wealth." The elder warned with a caring tone.
"Are they really so fearso?" Lin Qingyi appeared genuinely surprised.
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