Princess Hua Shao jolted upright as if struck by lightning, scolding, "What are you doing??"

"Sleeping!" Wang Xiaoqiang replied as if it were only natural.

Princess Hua Shao looked repulsed and cautious, saying, "I-I'm not used to sleeping with a man."

Wang Xiaoqiang shamelessly said, "Then just think of me as a woman."

"Woman? I'm not comfortable with women either."

"Then think of me as a dummy," Wang Xiaoqiang said thick-skinned.

"Hey, are you messing with me? I won't sleep then," Princess Hua Shao haughtily replied.

"Alright, just drop your pretentiousness. You held me when you saved me and even kissed me. So what's wrong with sleeping together now?" Wang Xiaoqiang turned to look at her, smiling.

"Ah!" Princess Hua Shao exclaimed, "So you... humph... you knew all along!?"

"I wasn't dead back then, of course, I knew," Wang Xiaoqiang laughed even more brightly.

Princess Hua Shao felt increasingly ashamed, her blush spreading to her swan-like jade neck. She shyly got up to leave.

Wang Xiaoqiang grabbed her and said, "Forget it, you sleep, I'll go."

With that, Wang Xiaoqiang pulled her down to lie, then sat up and earnestly said, "Actually, the Ghost Territory is perilous everywhere. Sleeping together can make things safer."

Just as he was about to leave the "webbed bed," Princess Hua Shao said, "If it makes us safer, then why are you leaving?"

With that, she flipped over with a whoosh, leaving Wang Xiaoqiang with her charming back.

Wang Xiaoqiang chuckled mischievously, then lay down beside her. He secretly inhaled to catch a whiff of her pleasant body fragrance, feeling soothed in both body and mind.

...

Ghost Territory.

Ghost Yin Mountain Range.

Ghost Yin Valley.

The site of the Ghost King Sect.

The entire expanse of the Ghost King Sect was shrouded in chilling white Corpse Qi. Among the Corpse Qi, there were also traces of Ghost Qi and Yin Energy mixed in. However, although Corpse Qi enveloped the air, no Ghost Creatures were nearby, markedly different from the slew of Ghost Creatures roaming elsewhere in the Ghost Yin Mountain Range.

This place was the headquarters of the Ghost Path.

Though the cultivation levels of the Ghost Path were simple, they were clear and self-evident, starting with Ghost Soldier, Ghost General, and Ghost King.

In the Immortal Realm, the Ghost King rank was already the highest level of the Ghost Path.

But in the Underworld, the Ghost King was not the highest rank of the Ghost Path; the Underworld also had the Ghost Saint and Ghost Emperor.

Back when the Ghost King advanced to the Ghost King Realm, he first spent a year consolidating all Ghost Path cultivators in the Ghost Territory, subduing those who obeyed and killing all who did not.

Finally, after gathering a force no weaker than an average Sect, he established the Ghost King Sect in the Ghost Yin Mountain Range!

And the location of the Ghost King Sect's shrine was chosen in the Yin Ghost Valley of the Ghost Yin Mountain.

In the Ghost Territory, the Ghost Yin Mountain, part of the Transverse Mountain Range known as the Sky Vein, was famous worldwide for its grandeur, danger, and wickedness.

Its massive peaks stretch north to south over 3,800 miles, connecting heaven and earth, earning renown that weary birds cannot traverse. Its danger, with crisscrossing branches and numerous steep cliffs and towering peaks, is in the millions, with sheer cliffs thousands of feet high and ten-thousand-foot precipices everywhere dissuading mountain apes from climbing.

Its wickedness: innumerable Miasma Valley Poisonous Pools, Fierce Marsh Evil Ridges, and the ghostly beasts ruling and ghost monsters rampant within. Even skilled cultivators who venture herein can perish if slightly careless.

Near its southern end lies a branch. This branch stretches over 30,000 miles northeast, enclosing a vast area at an angle with the main ridge.

The warm easterly monsoon is blocked, and the hot southwest wind cannot pass. This region is always windy from the north, and due to the unique terrain, the north wind can only blow within this angle. Thus, it results in persistent chilly winds throughout the year.

It's said that countless years ago, the once-great Dalong Empire suffered a defeat. Protected by tens of millions of soldiers, the Dragon Emperor and millions of noble families accidentally entered this seemingly wide gorge while seeking refuge, unknowingly stumbling into a trap.

Quite naturally, the nearly four to five million people, along with their pursuers, engaged in an earthshaking battle here. Afterward, the fields were littered with corpses, and innumerable vengeful ghosts roamed.

Time passed, and the once-mighty Dalong Empire vanished long ago, and the victorious Tianli Empire faded into oblivion over twenty thousand years ago after its glory.

Now, in this vast region known as Ghost Valley, it's increasingly yin and cold, with ghostly auras pervading it. Now, it is nighttime, clouds covering the moon and stars. In the inky darkness, the wind whistles through the hills and valleys, sounds of ghostly wailing and wolves' howls in the air. It is so terrifying that ordinary people would hear it and feel their courage drain away.

Yet amid this myriad of spirits and ghosts emerging, right upon a mountain with its summit sliced off, it was inexplicably lively.

This mountain, spanning several hundred miles, was miraculously sliced off by some grand technique. On the vast plateau, majestic halls and exquisite pavilions stood. Yet, despite their splendor, the palace appears eerie and cold, laden with Yin Energy. The pavilions, detailed in their carvings of skeletons, Fierce Ghosts, or vile gods, are no different.

Especially the lofty archway at the front, several thousand feet high, seemingly built from endless piles of bones. Sinister specters are nailed alive within, howling, crying, cursed with resentment. Anyone approaching would be drawn in by countless hauntings, consumed without a trace in moments.

Atop the archway, menacing three enormous characters "Ghost King Sect" are written. Upon closer look, each character seems alive, writhing slightly, occasionally revealing a blurry, fierce human face, exuding an overflowing fury. These are the Ghost Servants, once human cultivators annihilated by the Ghost King Sect, refined by Ghost Fire over the years.

The Ghost Servants constantly endure torturous refinements of Yin Fiend, and in case the Sect is attacked, must also fight desperately against enemies, truly fates worse than death.

This scene forms a depiction of a hellish scene.

Inside a large hall in Ghost Valley, a figure stood proudly with their back to the hall's entrance, surrounded by about ten meters of self-emitted Corpse Qi. Within the Corpse Qi, two Ink Swords flickered and darted.

Behind this person, an ink-colored lotus hovered. The sword light flashed constantly within, its might utterly terrifying.

This person was none other than the Ghost King!

In the hall, rows of Ghost General Level ghost cultivators sat respectfully, appearing solemn and serious.

At this moment, the Ghost King was discussing with his Ghost Generals how to counter the current attack by human cultivators.

"Sect Master, our Ghost Territory suffered an attack by human cultivators, with more than half our forces lost..."

"Sect Master, our Pingrang Mountain Range also faced a scourge of human cultivators, nearly flattened..."

"Sect Master, our Fierce Ghost Cave was also ravaged by human cultivators, and they didn't even spare the children!!" (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)

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