The mountain path was winding and treacherous, just as Liu Ting described, it was not an easy walk.

The thin mist was dark and cold, piercing the skin with a chill. The two living souls walking in this underworld felt deeply uncomfortable, as if enduring a relentless cycle of cold days and warm nights that gradually eroded their sanity.

After wandering for an indeterminate amount of time, they reached a section of the path leading up the mountain. The group of men visibly slowed their pace, as wafts of jerky aroma drifted towards them.

Chen Yi looked up and saw a slightly dilapidated courtyard appearing above the mountain path, with clusters of greenish-yellow heartbreak grass densely packed in the corners.

The group of men slowly led the two into the courtyard, with Liu Ting noting that it was getting late and suggesting they rest in the courtyard overnight, to resume their journey early the next morning. He indicated for the two to rest at the stone table in the yard.

Chen Yi sat in the courtyard as the aroma of meat grew more intense and enticing, stirring his appetite inexplicably. Meanwhile, Yin Weiyin got up and took a few steps, casually glancing towards the backyard.

"What are you looking at?" Chen Yi asked aloud.

The priestess shook her head and did not respond.

There were cows and sheep hung on all fours.

A cold wind blew, chilling like the dry-cured meat hanging there, displaying an alluring dark red hue.

In this underworld, where would such beef and mutton come from?

At this moment, Liu Ting emerged and cautiously asked:

"May I ask if there's something the Female Taoist requires? Simply speak your mind, for the backyard is not a suitable place, being a man's domain."

Chen Yi looked over and saw the priestess seeming to glance out of the corner of her eye.

Chen Yi was puzzled, but his face was devoid of any clue.

She smiled, telling Liu Ting, "We are hungry from the journey here. Is there anything to eat?"

Liu Ting hesitated, then replied more eagerly:

"Yes, of course there is. Please wait a moment, we brothers will prepare something for you immediately."

"Want mutton."

"...There's no mutton here, in the underworld..." Liu Ting spoke in bewilderment, his hands tightly clasped behind him in difficulty. These two were unaware of the nature of the underworld, even daring to ask for mutton. If there were such meat, would this truly be the underworld?

"Aren't those hanging two-legged sheep?" Yin Weiyin smirked coldly, pointing with her sword tip, "You're hunters of this mountain, yet you don't know what you hunt daily?"

Liu Ting was horrified, only to see the priestess suddenly thrust her Peach Wood Sword. Behind his back, his hand, which gripped a knife, was about to be extended, but in an instant, a flash of lightning soared past.

A bolt of dark thunder, as thick as a thumb, struck Liu Ting in the abdomen, bursting with vicious energy, making him scream as the Peach Wood Sword pierced through his chest.

The cold, haunting energy exploded, and Yin Weiyin cast the Thunder Talisman, performing the Golden Light Body Protection Technique, scattering the rushing malicious energy instantly.

Liu Ting's figure transformed into malicious energy as he fell back, and Yin Weiyin did not rush to pursue. Those so-called "hunters" emerged from inside and outside the courtyard, their faces ghastly blue, resembling fierce ghosts.

Seeing the priestess, only then did Chen Yi realize and hurriedly stood, drawing his blade from its sheath.

Yin Weiyin sighed inwardly.

Despite relying on his Heavenly Vision to swiftly advance to the Golden Core stage, this rapid ascent in rank seemed a bit forced. If he were to engage in a spiritual duel with someone, even of the same rank, or if I were in the late Core Formation stage, a chain of calculations would easily lead to his defeat.

After all, his foundation was still shallow.

The thought brought a sudden sense of loss on Yin Weiyin's part.

She couldn't quite understand where this loss was coming from; knowing Chen Yi had a shallow foundation, he could indeed kill above his rank. Shouldn't she be more pleased?

Now wasn't the time to delve into these thoughts, as a horde of flesh-eating ghastly ghosts was closing in.

The female crown stepped with ferocity, her Peach Wood Sword advancing in a vivid spectacle of ghost-banishing and demon-warding, the Primordial Qi continuously stacked upon itself, and the aura of slaying demons expanded wide.

As for Chen Yi, Buddha Light glimmered from his form, otherwise, nothing particularly stood out.

Liu Ting re-emerged as he transformed into evil energy, standing behind the group of fierce ghost brothers, his face turning a shade of blue with sharp fangs exposed, and he shouted fiercely:

"That nun is the main one! The man is just a follower!"

Without Liu Ting having to say, the fierce ghosts had their gazes locked onto the female crown in her wide and thick Taoist robe, embodying an otherworldly aura like an Immortal stirring fear among the ghosts.

The fierce ghosts moved, needing no words, not even eye contact, and surged forward in unison.

In the priestess's hand fell three Thunder Talismans.

Three dark thunders shot in three different directions, two hitting their marks directly, exploding with heavy malicious energy, while under the thunderous roar, there were shrill cries. One fierce ghost, swift in form, evaded the thunder strike by transforming into a mass of evil energy, then shot forward like an arrow to reach Yin Weiyin.

The Peach Wood Sword slashed down face to face.

The fierce ghost howled, raising its weapon to block. However, a weapon steeped in dark energies shattered like porcelain under the divine Primordial Qi within the Peach Wood Sword.

The fierce ghost stared wide-eyed, terrified, split in two already.

The priestess remained calm, her snow-white robe billowing in the wind, and Taichua Goddess's swing of the sword seemed to come from amidst drifting clouds.

Malicious energy accompanied by protective golden light dissipated.

As the priestess was about to form another seal, post-thunder it was true fire, flames resting on her fingertips, a scarlet distinct from the ghostly blue flame.

As this Fire Technique gathered, a fierce ghost lunged at Yin Weiyin from behind.

Chen Yi moved then.

He slashed vertically with his sword, the radiance of crimson Shariputra accompanying chants of sutras.

The fierce ghost with a twisted blue face attempted to turn into evil energy to evade damage, yet found itself bound by the chants, witnessing its own bifurcation by the single slash.

Bang!

The burst of wicked energy spread wildly.

An overwhelming scene appeared before them, prompting Liu Ting to scream pointedly:

"This follower's prowess is not beneath that nun's!"

No voice needed; the fierce ghosts all witnessed their brother's demise, retreating several steps in succession.

Yet Yin Weiyin's Fire Technique had already been executed, exhaling she blew, transforming searing true fire into a fiery wave.

The fierce ghosts wore horrified expressions, one by one retreating in evil form, yet some couldn't avoid the flames, vanishing amidst anguished screams between the underworld and beyond.

These fierce ghosts, unwilling to reincarnate, died, truly annihilated, their souls dissipating between heaven and earth, akin to entering extinction.

As the fiery waves ebbed, the fierce ghosts bore grim and darkened expressions.

Liu Ting, raising his head, shouted into the unknown:

"What should we do?!"

With those words, the fierce ghosts' bodies began to bulge, something squirming inside, bulging and flattening, convulsing violently.

"Combine!"

With a fierce yell from Liu Ting, all the fierce ghosts gathered around him as their source, forming a huge conglomerate, evil energy mixed and coalesced, finally manifesting into a three-headed, six-armed, sharp-horned demon ghost.

He roared forward, causing quakes within the courtyard where Chen Yi and the priestess stood, the priestess's face growing pale.

Just as she was about to take out another Thunder Talisman, Chen Yi had already passed by her side wielding his blade.

Under the aureate Buddha light's embrace, his figure flashed abruptly.

The power of a Fourth Rank Martial Artist exploded in an instant, like a black flash darting to the demon ghost's grim face within the blink of an eye.

Chen Yi, high and uncluttered in mind, leapt upward, slashing with fierce speed under the Buddha's radiance!

Clang!

The blade cry burst like a dragon's roar, the gleaming edge slicing through the demon ghost's form under Buddha's luminescence.

The edge carved through with no obstruction, as though severing beef and mutton, leaving the demon ghost aghast.

The vast wicked energy exploded as the sword fell, spreading around.

Buddha Light pushed through, dispersing the malicious aura into the heavens and earth, causing the injured Liu Ting to use his brothers as a springboard, taking advantage of the explosion of dark energy to flee away.

His mind held only one thought.

They all had been deceived,

The nun was merely the follower!

The malicious energy quietly dispersed as Chen Yi turned, slowly sheathing his blade.

Yin Weiyin, too, sheathed her Peach Wood Sword, her face particularly fair, the dignity of Taichua Goddess evident throughout this battle.

"Didn't you notice them?" Yin Weiyin asked.

"Thankfully, you were there," Chen Yi replied.

Yin Weiyin did not speak, remaining silent.

In the end, he failed to see those people were fierce ghosts...

After all, paths may separate...

She turned around and pushed open the wooden door of the house.

The creaking sound gave way to Chen Yi's sight as Yin Weiyin walked in, unveiling a blood-soaked kitchen before them.

Corpses, deep red, hung upside-down, blood pooling on the floor, while a series of kitchen utensils lay silently by the hearth.

If those were man-eating ghosts, these must have been those eaten.

According to those man-eating ghosts, the victims must have strayed into the underworld on Demon Extermination Day.

Yin Weiyin walked over and paused, seeing heads large and small lying inches apart; wrinkled faces of farmers, charming women, and even children... heads no bigger than two hands, adorned with vermillion birthmarks, with neat and pleasant locks remaining, faces calm, eyes shut tightly, as if showing no sign of struggle or disturbance in death...

But dead they were.

The priestess sighed, raising her hand to chant the rescue spell:

"May calamity show mercy, great heavens of sweet dew, transforming ten directions, universally saving the living..."

The chant of salvation was yet unfinished...

The child's head amidst broken remains opened its eyes!

As if awakening something, a multitude of heads behind opened their eyes as one!

Yin Weiyin's pupils shrank sharply.

The long-hidden dark energy erupted from the pile of remains in a surge, roaring forward with jaws wide open!

It sought to devour the living in front...

Just as malicious energy was about to consume the priestess.

A Shariputra whirled in a delicate arc, striking the gaping maw with Buddha light.

The malicious energy paused abruptly, followed by the heads collapsing and shattering, with the priestess hurriedly retreating, as the small kitchen filled with the fierce cries of dying fierce ghosts!

As evil energy succumbed beneath Buddha's light, entirely extinguishing.

When the cries subsided, Yin Weiyin was drenched in cold sweat.

She glanced at Chen Yi, but Chen Yi did not turn, nor did his gaze wander, with the red-golden Shariputra levitating back into his palm amidst the energy control.

"You considered those hunters to be fierce ghosts,

Yet they were decoy ghosts leading you into a trap,"

He pointed at the grim child's head and said:

"This... is the true fierce ghost."

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