"Zhou Hong, save me," Liu Zhen Feixu cried from within the sedan chair, wanting to escape.
"Get back in," the groom instantly shoved Liu Zhen Feixu back.
"You're seeking death," Zhou Hong immediately lunged forward, striking the groom with a palm.
"Boom!" The sinister figure escorting the bride instantly turned to ashes, no match for Zhou Hong.
Not far behind Zhou Hong, an old man with a white beard was stunned. This was the soul of Daoist Tian Hong. He had just seen Zhou Hong's soul leave his body. He immediately used his fifty years of cultivation to force his own soul out of his body and cautiously followed Zhou Hong. To his surprise, he witnessed Zhou Hong's immense power. With a single palm strike, he annihilated a malevolent spirit, something even the patriarch of Maoshan might not have been able to achieve.
"Zhou Hong," Liu Zhen Feixu rushed into Zhou Hong's arms.
"It's alright now," Zhou Hong comforted her.
"How could this happen? Where are we, what's going on?" Liu Zhen Feixu asked tearfully, still utterly bewildered. She didn't realize she was in soul form.
"Don't worry, don't think about it. I'm here," Zhou Hong didn't want to explain the deeper aspects of this world to her. It was beyond her current understanding, rendering any explanation meaningless, much like trying to explain the Earth's roundness or gravity to ants.
At this moment, the four sinister beings carrying the sedan chair stared at Zhou Hong in a daze.
Zhou Hong knew these four were former travelers who had died here.
Unfortunately, their bodies had been cremated, leaving no path for return.
Since that was the case, Zhou Hong decided to send them on their way. If there was reincarnation, they would depart sooner; if not, they would turn to dust.
"You four, be on your way," Zhou Hong said calmly.
"Senior, please don't kill us. We are good people. We don't know how we ended up here. We beg you to let us go back," the four knelt down and cried.
"Go back where?"
"I'm from Jiangdong. We were on vacation in Kyoto, and we heard the resort on Tianmeng Mountain was good, so we came to play. Who knew, somehow, we ended up here."
"Yes, Senior. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a four-year-old son. I must return quickly."
It turned out these four sinister beings were unaware they were dead.
"Very well, you may go," Zhou Hong sighed. He had initially intended to turn them to dust so they could reincarnate sooner, but for them now, annihilation was just another form of death.
Zhou Hong hadn't delved deeply into the darker side of this world. Though he was a cultivator in his past life, his cultivation wasn't high enough. He could handle ordinary ghosts and minor demons, but encountering truly powerful malevolent spirits would likely mean his demise. Su Dan Novel Net.
This so-called Ghost King was probably not strong, still within the realm of minor spirits.
"Liu Zhen Feixu, listen to me. Follow this path and run back without looking back. Your body will naturally be drawn forward. Keep running with this pull and don't stop," Zhou Hong said, turning to Liu Zhen Feixu. He intended to go alone to find and eliminate the Ghost King, preventing it from harming more people.
"What about you?"
"Don't worry about me for now. I'll be there later. I promise, you'll see me before dawn. When you get back, don't disturb me." After speaking, Zhou Hong gave Liu Zhen Feixu a strong push. Her body was then pulled forward as if by a magnet, and she flew away with a whoosh.
About ten seconds later, Liu Zhen Feixu's soul returned to her body.
Instantly, Liu Zhen Feixu awoke, feeling as if she had just had a dream.
"Zhou Hong, wake up." Liu Zhen Feixu tried to shake Zhou Hong's body but suddenly remembered that in the dream, Zhou Hong had told her not to disturb him.
Liu Zhen Feixu felt completely bewildered; it felt like a dream, yet not entirely.
Meanwhile, in the spectral realm, Zhou Hong was about to proceed to find the Ghost King.
Just then, a white-haired old man emerged from behind him, bowing respectfully. "This junior greets Senior."
Zhou Hong looked and was slightly surprised. This white-haired old man was not a malevolent spirit; like Zhou Hong, he had entered this realm with his soul.
"Who are you?" Zhou Hong quickly asked.
"I am a Daoist from Maoshan, known as Daoist Tian Hong. I was invited here by the Six Doors. I did not expect to encounter Senior. It seems you also come from a Daoist sect," the old man said respectfully as he approached. Zhou Hong could clearly discern his cultivation. Fan Tian Hong had studied Daoism at Maoshan for fifty years to achieve soul projection, and his soul's strength was quite weak once projected. He feared being annihilated by ghosts. If he hadn't seen Zhou Hong, he wouldn't have dared to project his soul for so long.
"A Maoshan Daoist? Where is Maoshan?" Zhou Hong frowned. As a transmigrator, he naturally knew nothing of Maoshan, let alone that it specialized in such matters.
The old man was somewhat speechless. Maoshan was so famous; how could this young man, with such high cultivation, not even know of Maoshan?
"Our Maoshan is..."
"Enough, I'm not in the mood for your rambling now. I'm going to slay the Ghost King. Do you want to join me in slaying it?"
"What? The Ghost King?" Daoist Tian Hong was immediately startled. If he had known about the Ghost King, he wouldn't have dared to set foot on the mountain. Zhou Hong's intention to slay it made him question if he had misheard. This was not the mortal realm; this was the spectral realm where human souls were as fragile as beached fish, let alone fighting a Ghost King.
"What? You don't know there's a Ghost King in this mountain?" Zhou Hong asked with a frown.
"I... I didn't know. I was only invited by the Six Doors to investigate. If I had known, I wouldn't have come," Daoist Tian Hong's face turned pale.
"With your courage, you're a Daoist?" Zhou Hong said, speechless.
Unfortunately, Zhou Hong didn't know that Daoist Tian Hong was no ordinary person. He was one of the five great Daoists of the Maoshan sect, holding a high position in the martial world.
Zhou Hong stopped talking to Daoist Tian Hong and ran forward.
Daoist Tian Hong hesitated, wanting to follow, but ultimately, he did not dare. He felt Zhou Hong's cultivation was even higher than their Maoshan sect's patriarch. Their patriarch had also projected his soul into the spectral realm to slay several Ghost Kings.
Zhou Hong ran along the small path for about ten minutes, and finally, he saw a shrine ahead.