Chapter 181 Ghost City

Zhang Yuanqing had just ridden the wind out of the building when the sword light approached the intersection.

He immediately realized that flying wouldn't solve the problem. He immediately used Star Teleportation, barely catching up with the tail of the sword light.

The next second, the sword light reached the intersection.

"Buzz!"

The air rippled like water, accompanied by a sonic boom, like a large firecracker exploding underwater.

Visible to the naked eye, the void at the intersection tore open a six-meter-long gash. From the dark, mustard-seed-sized space poured out majestic Yin energy and bone-chilling dread.

It was as if the gates of hell had been opened.

The surrounding pedestrians finally reacted. Before, the speed had been too fast, and most people hadn't noticed the approaching sword light.

But when the sword light tore apart the mustard-seed space, the burst of light, and the sudden drop in temperature, made these mortals aware that something was wrong.

They all looked towards the intersection.

At the critical moment, Zhang Yuanqing, having continuously used Star Teleportation, finally arrived. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

A wisp of starlight mixed with soul power spread, instantly covering a radius of a hundred meters.

The drivers in their cars, the riders on their electric bikes, and the pedestrians on foot, their eyes slightly vacant, then returned to normal. Everyone no longer paid attention to the intersection, driving and walking on their own.

Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that it was fortunate he had controlled the situation. Otherwise, tomorrow's online news headline would be: #Shocking! Mysterious Anime White-Haired Girl Breaks Through Space in Downtown Area#

And then the comments below would be nerds arguing about which anime this white-haired girl was the main character of.

The dark gash slowly closed. The white-haired marshal gently stepped and floated into the spatial rift.

Her red dancing shoes went in after her, "patta, patta," determined to kill Fu Qingyang.

"Marshal, wait for me…" Zhang Yuanqing rushed to the gradually closing gash and plunged in.

The scene suddenly changed. The sunlit city streets were gone, replaced by an ancient city shrouded in Yin energy.

The main road paved with stone slabs stretched into the dark and quiet depths of the ancient city. In front of him was a tall paifang (traditional Chinese archway) with the plaque "Ghost City" hanging on it.

On both sides of the main road were quaint buildings, and the signs hanging on them were even more eye-catching.

It felt like he had come to a spooky, haunted theme park.

"Hiss, the Yin energy here is so strong that it could freeze a Night Wanderer…" Zhang Yuanqing followed his heart's choice and leaned closer to his tall, graceful cousin, "Marshal, you have to protect me."

Fu Qingxuan gave a majestic and indifferent "Mmm," like an empress agreeing to protect her subjects.

Her pupils bloomed with brilliant white light, and her gaze swept over the Ghost City. She quickly came to a conclusion and said indifferently, "A demigod-level item, composed of various supernatural forces and items, without a spirit, the core is a rule-based item... It's similar to Dog Elder's zoo in some ways."

"Patta, patta…"

The red dancing shoes abandoned the two of them and ran straight towards the end of the long street.

The two of them immediately followed. The female marshal advanced calmly and steadily, while Zhang Yuanqing looked around vigilantly, his eyes darting left and right. Every shop here retained terrifying Yin energy.

Every shop could easily kill him.

But at this time, the street on both sides was a mess.

The sign for "Escape Room" hung askew. The door of the "Spooky Foot Massage" parlor had been smashed. The ghost bride in the hell-marriage shop had her head cut off and rolling with her red hijab, a pair of resentful pupils staring fixedly at the street.

The "Zombie Outbreak" shop had also been smashed. Inside the crooked doorway, charred zombies lay scattered, seemingly having just undergone the cleansing power of the sun.

Clearly, these shops had been smashed by Fu Qingyang and his group.

But the further they went, the more complete the shops were. This change indicated that Fu Qingyang and the others no longer had the ability to smash the shops and ransack the homes, and could only retreat.

Ahead, there was a shop with a half-collapsed door, with a plaque that read "Screaming."

This shop seemed to have been smashed, but not completely.

Zhang Yuanqing looked through the open door and happened to see at the entrance of the shop

An old face covered in wrinkles peered out, blood-blackened eye sockets, quietly spying on the two of them.

It was a very old woman, her face pale, her pupils flowing with black blood.

The moment her eyes met Zhang Yuanqing's, she silently cracked open her mouth, splitting it to the roots of her ears, the black, viscous blood flowing like syrup.

"Woo~"

A painful gust of Yin wind swept through the shop. The old woman in a Republican-era cloth dress shrieked and lunged at Zhang Yuanqing. This should have been a Ruler-level Wraith, but it seemed to have been severely wounded by the power of the sun, its aura weakened, somewhere between Saint and Ruler.

Weak level 7!

Fu Qingxuan glanced sideways, lightly glancing at the raging Wraith, not even stopping her steps, pointing her fingers like a sword, about to solve the moth flying into the fire.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly moved, actually meeting the weak level 7 Wraith head-on.

Seeing this, the marshal frowned.

Zhang Yuanqing's left eye socket surged with thick black energy, his right eye turned into a molten gold pupil. His left arm was stained with black Yin energy, his right arm lit up with pure and domineering golden light.

Taiyin and solar power filled his body at the same time.

Zhang Yuanqing grabbed the old woman's neck with his left hand, using Spirit Devour to suppress her, and gently patted her forehead with his right hand.

With a series of hissing sounds, black smoke rose from the old woman's forehead, emitting a shrill scream that only Night Watchers could hear.

Its aura quickly declined.

Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth and inhaled, and the old woman turned into black smoke and was swallowed into his stomach.

In less than three seconds, a weak level 7 Wraith was subdued.

Fu Qingxuan withdrew her sword-fingers, her brows already relaxed. She looked at Zhang Yuanqing with interest and said, "The power of the sun… you actually contain the power of the sun in a Saint's body. You really are a genius. The future is bright." If the official elders heard this, they would pay even more attention to Yuan Shi Tianzun.

The marshal, who reached the peak before the age of thirty, had a talent that was rare in the world, even the Demon Lord was weaker than her.

Such a person was inevitably arrogant and conceited. Fu Qingyang thought that all the geniuses in the world were trash, and she thought that all the demigods in the world were trash.

It was just that she didn't say it.

Among the contemporary young people, besides the Demon Lord, no one else could gain her approval.

In her eyes, her younger brother, Fu Qingyang, was just a hardworking but clumsy bird.

Zhang Yuanqing returned to his original position and said loudly, "It's because the marshal is here that I dare to take risks. The marshal gave me the courage."

Fu Qingxuan showed a look of surprise. She never expected that this new genius from the official faction could be so good at speaking.

"Are you short on spirit servants?"

"Extremely short!"

Fu Qingxuan pondered slightly, "I'll take you on a sweep. There are a lot of high-quality spirit servants and Yin corpses here, but I'll only help you scavenge for those at the Saint level. If you want to get Ruler-level Yin corpses and Wraiths, you'll have to work hard yourself. I won't force your growth."

Zhang Yuanqing's heart pounded wildly, and he hesitated, "Will this delay the rescue? Elder Fu is still not out of danger."

Compared to high-quality spirit servants and Yin corpses, he was more worried about Fu Qingyang's safety.

Fu Qingxuan's cold and frosty pretty face finally revealed a smile, which she immediately restrained. She looked into the distance and said, "They won't die for a while. Trash should just hide under the covers."

Zhang Yuanqing didn't understand the second half of the sentence, but it didn't prevent him from bowing and thanking her, "Thank you, Marshal!"

Northwest Gobi.

The Gobi Desert is one of the largest barren areas in the world, stretching across the northwest of the continent, spanning grasslands and North China.

Looking around, the undulating land was covered with bare rocks, and the wind seemed to be mixed with sand.

It was scorching hot during the day and cold at night. The soil could not be cultivated, and the mountains could not be hunted. The vast and boundless land was sparsely populated.

Geographers believe that the Gobi was formed due to the elevation of the terrain, and sandstone was constantly weathered and eroded, forming a large amount of debris.

But compared to deserts, which are true forbidden areas of life, the Gobi has undulating terrain, and rock peaks stand tall, visually rich and colorful.

At the foot of a mountain called "Tengger," rows of flat-topped houses made of yellow mud and stone stood, having stood in the sun for ten years.

Tengger means "God" in Mongolian. The Enchanting Demons of the Cult of War followed local customs and named this mountain, which originally had no name, Tengger.

Because in the belly of the mountain slept the spiritual leader of the Enchanting Demons - Shura.

There was no particular reason why Shura chose this rocky mountain to sleep in. He simply didn't want to be disturbed while sleeping, so the sparsely populated Northwest became his choice.

Twenty years earlier, Shura's sleeping place was not the "Tengger" Holy Mountain, but another unnamed peak.

At that time, the Five Elements Alliance had just been established, and the ten elders of the headquarters had just taken power. They were eager to show off their authority and achievements to all parties. After discussing with the higher-ups, they decided to nuke Shura.

As a result, the mountain was nuked, but Shura was not, so the homeless Shura decided to find a lively place to sleep, and he chose the capital.

This incident caused a great uproar at the time, and foreign Spirit Realm organizations were closely watching it. In the end, the Master of Taiyi and Gang Lord Jiang joined forces to fight Shura.

Shura withdrew from the capital and returned to the Northwest Gobi. The Lawful faction never tried to nuke Shura again.

In a flat-topped house near the belly of the mountain, dark red flesh-like material, like silt, covered the entire room.

In the center of the room, the flesh-like material piled high like a mountain, and a three-meter-long flesh pod was half-embedded in the flesh-like material.

The flesh pod and the flesh-like material were connected by purple-blue blood vessels. The entire flesh mountain slowly rose and fell, like a beating heart.

This was the Chu family's rule-based item - the Mother God's Womb!

Although it had the word "God" in it, it was not holy or radiant. On the contrary, it had a terrifying Cthulhu-esque feel to it.

Suddenly, the flesh membrane on the surface of the flesh pod was stretched, revealing the outline of a palm. The next second, the palm broke through the flesh membrane, and the man inside rolled out of the flesh pod like a baby tearing through its amniotic sac.

This was a strong man with a height of 1.9 meters, a shiny bald head, rough and resolute features, and holes remaining in his earlobes, nostrils, and lips, but without silver rings.

He had been resurrected!

Ear studs and silver rings were not within the scope of the Mother God's Womb's resurrection, nor was clothing, of course.

The Silver Moon Heavenly King tremblingly crawled up, sat back against the flesh pod, raised his head, and fell into a long silence as he gazed at the ceiling of the flat-topped house.

"I thought the Demon Eye would be the first to be resurrected from the Mother God's Womb, but I didn't expect it to be you. You just advanced to Heavenly King, and you had to use this item to resurrect. It seems you took a big hit." An elegant and casual laugh came from beside him.

The Silver Moon Heavenly King turned his head to look. The person speaking was a young man in a neat suit, with dashing short hair, wearing a silver ear stud, as delicate and elegant as a butler in a noble family.

The Silver Moon Heavenly King retracted his gaze, raised his head, and continued to space out.

The Fear Heavenly King tirelessly comforted him, "I know you feel frustrated. When you were at the Saint stage, you and he were not that far apart. After advancing to Ruler, the battle strength of an Ancient Warlord should have been far stronger than a Puppeteer. But he beat you like a sixth-grader beating a kindergartener."

The Silver Moon Heavenly King said coldly, "Get out after you're done talking. I want some peace and quiet."

"Sorry, let me revise my wording. Maybe if I change kindergartener to first-grader, you'll feel a lot better," Fear said.

The corner of the Silver Moon Heavenly King's mouth twitched.

The Fear Heavenly King was completely unaware of how annoying he was being right now. He sat down on the flesh pod and smiled, "Why bother comparing yourself to a freak? Looking at the whole world, besides Fu Qingyang, how many people can comprehend rules at the Saint stage? I've known him for many years, and I've heard about him. That guy is a prisoner."

When the topic turned to Fu Qingyang, his formidable rival, the Silver Moon Heavenly King finally responded, "A prisoner?"

"That's right, a prisoner! He drew a circle in his heart and imprisoned himself inside, never stepping out of that circle for over twenty years. I've known Fu Qingyang for many years. I've always hated people who abandon freedom." The Fear Heavenly King said, "Back then, he was just a Transcendent, with mediocre battle strength and ordinary talent. You know, with the same level and the same skills, some people are stronger and some are weaker."

"It depends on the compatibility of the class and the comprehension of the skills. Fu Qingyang doesn't have any of these talents. In terms of clearing dungeons,

Although he's not bad, he's far behind the real geniuses."

"But he has always stood in that circle, swinging his blade every day, rain or shine, giving up entertainment, giving up romance, giving up everything. In his world, there is only the sword and power, because these two things can make him forget his past inferiority and cowardice."

"Cowardice? Inferiority?" The Silver Moon Heavenly King found it unbelievable.

"So, it's very simple to kill Fu Qingyang. Challenge him in the same realm, and he won't back down." The Fear Heavenly King curled the corner of his mouth, "He won't back down even if he dies."

The Silver Moon Heavenly King's heart stirred, "In your chessboard, does Fu Qingyang already have his burial ground?"

The Fear Heavenly King did not continue this topic and smiled, "So, why do you think you can beat him? Why do you think you can beat a fanatic who has imprisoned himself for over twenty years?"

The Silver Moon Heavenly King was speechless and said coldly, "Get out of here, don't block my sight." Search for Sanyou on Bing or Quark to read in advance.

"Tsk tsk, I'm very curious, can you still be so rampant and rude in front of Shura?" The Fear Heavenly King crossed his legs, showing no sign of leaving.

The Silver Moon Heavenly King did not hesitate, "I respect him, I fear him, but I will still be like this."

When he said these words, the Silver Moon Heavenly King's mind flashed with past events.

He was born in the Free Federation across the ocean. His parents were slaves on a farm in the central part of the Federation. That country, which claimed to be the most civilized and prosperous in human history, had slavery and human trafficking accompanying its history from the very beginning.

The highly developed social welfare system and high labor costs made that powerful country always lack cheap labor. To this day, they are still engaged in the business of trafficking people, but compared to the barbarism and aggressiveness of their ancestors, these guys have learned to wrap their greed and ugliness in the cloak of civilization and freedom, and the shady business has turned from the sunlight to the dark sewers.

The Silver Moon Heavenly King's parents, with longing for the Free Federation, followed a group of fellow villagers to smuggle themselves into the holy land in their hearts. However, what greeted them was not civilization and freedom, nor was it generous wages and a good life.

What greeted them was enslavement and beatings. They were taken to farms far from the city, handcuffed and chained, and became livestock-like labor.

The farm owners did not have to pay wages, and they could spend them as much as they wanted, together with their security team.

The Silver Moon Heavenly King was a child born to slaves. From birth, he was in the shadow of order.

His childhood and adolescence were a period of unbearable past, locked in the depths of his memory, and only occasionally taken out to recall, like a drunkard tasting a treasured wine.

From a young age, his parents told him that if you don't know who your master is, then think about who you can't scold.

The one you can't scold is the master!

The Silver Moon Heavenly King hated his birth and hated that painful past. So, after escaping from the farm and becoming a Spirit Realm Walker, he swore to himself that no one in this world was un-scoldable. Including Shura.

The members of the Cult of War all thought that the Silver Moon God General should be Wrath, because he was always spewing out foul language. In fact, he just didn't want to be a slave anymore.

The past can end here, just like fine wine cannot be drunk in one gulp, it needs to be tasted slowly.

The Silver Moon Heavenly King retracted his thoughts and frowned, "Are you waiting for someone to be resurrected?"

The Fear Heavenly King patted the flesh pod under him and nodded with a smile.

The Silver Moon Heavenly King didn't ask any more questions. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said, "Fu Qingyang, is he really so fanatical that he faces danger head-on, not retreating even if he dies?"

"He can't go out even if he dies!" Fu Qingyang said with a cold face in the dark corner.