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Fair-skinned and beautiful, she was, yet her form was shadowy and indistinct, with locks of black hair hanging down, transforming into shadows that wrapped around her, misty and nebulous, like clouds and fog. Even under the scorching sun, it did not disperse in the slightest.

This was the visage of a fearsome ghost, and not just any common specter.

Therefore, Tan Shuchang saluted with cupped hands, "Congratulations to Senior Sister for attaining a testament of the Ghost Path."

This was different from the ghosts in the eerie game world, which ascended by the rules of killing, but there were many similarities in essence between the two.

Tan Shuchang, with his body of the Greedy Rules from the rules, granted his dog-headed military advisor a slot within the Snake Desire Realm as a Yin God, enabling him to ascend successfully through the killing rules.

During this ascension process, Tan Shuchang had also personally witnessed a testament of ghostly nature.

Thus, even if his former "Senior Sister" concealed it well, he noticed at a glance the aura of her Dharma Realm on her body.

His former "Senior Sister" had manifested her Ghost Path Dharma Realm the moment she appeared.

Had any Yin God of the eerie game world been this aware, even with the assistance of the Death-speaking Yin God, Tan Shuchang would have had to put in considerable effort to prevail.

It wouldn't have been possible to capture them all in a single day.

"Junior Brother truly was the most extraordinarily talented on Black Heart Mountain back then!" His former "Senior Sister," named Xue Ning'er, couldn't help but sigh with such an exclamation upon hearing Tan Shuchang's words.

"Senior Sister is too modest. With natural aptitude seen only once in a thousand years, you cultivated the 'Sevenfold Demonic Body Scripture' to its sixth level in just three years, and your cultivation reached the prowess of twenty-seven years!

If you were given another half a year, with just one inferior Magic Artifact, you could have escaped from Black Heart Mountain!" Tan Shuchang couldn't help feeling amazed as he recounted the past.

Any talent for cultivation seemed almost laughable in front of his former "Senior Sister."

And listening to Tan Shuchang's compliments, Xue Ning'er's originally normal dark pupils glinted with an eerie green flash. Find more chapters on empire

It was tangible malice.

Eight parts human, two parts ghost. Those who die, even if they achieve an almost Immortal Realm, become a different existence.

However, Xue Ning'er still suppressed this malice, her voice becoming a few shades more hoarse and chilly, "But what of it? In the end, I died without a trace left behind! Among the disciples of Black Heart Mountain back then, only the Third Junior Brother was the true victor. Those with better talent than you, and hearts crueler than yours, all died before the Third Junior Brother."

Tan Shuchang, witnessing this scene, did not show the slightest change in expression, and his tone remained gentle, "The past cannot be advised, but there is still time to pursue what is to come. Senior Sister need not dwell on the past. I wonder, is there something you specifically sought me out for?"

As he spoke, Tan Shuchang's aura had already locked down Xue Ning'er. Unless she stated why she sought him out, or spoke of anything irrelevant, he would have no choice but to put aside his past feelings.

After all, given Xue Ning'er's cultivation, it was possible for him to gain an additional thirty-six years of cultivation power from her.

His former "Senior Sister" gave Tan Shuchang the impression that she was not inferior to the Living Dead Yin God!

Feeling as if a sword were hanging over her head, Xue Ning'er marveled at the depth of her Third Junior Brother's cultivation, yet she couldn't help but sigh inwardly, truly deserving as the only one from Black Heart Mountain able to successfully slay his master.

This speed of face-turning was no less than that of the Heartless Old Man.

"A great figure from the Land of Yin and Darkness has discovered that the Secluded Spring Blood Demon has been reborn here, and as it happens, Junior Brother has come into prominence. Thus, that great figure asked me to see you.

If Junior Brother is the reincarnation of the Secluded Spring Blood Demon, then this object should be returned to you." As Xue Ning'er spoke, she drew forth a blood-red broken sword.

This blood-red broken sword was incredibly fierce. Despite being broken, it still exuded extreme ferocity, and the razor-sharp Sword Qi that it sporadically emitted sliced through all of Tan Shuchang's aura.

"This sword is so ferocious..." Tan Shuchang couldn't help but exclaim.

Merely with the spontaneous release of Sword Qi, it was able to cut through his constrained aura. This blood-red broken sword was undoubtedly a demon sword.

It was one of the few sentient treasures in the world!

"It seems Junior Brother really is not him."

Xue Ning'er couldn't hide the serious expression deep in her eyes, knowing that if she were facing the reincarnation of the Secluded Spring Blood Demon, it would only be natural for her to be inferior.

But now, this Bloodspring Demon Sword was telling her that Tan Shuchang was not its master reborn!

"Senior Sister, it so happens I'm holding a sword appreciation ceremony. Would you be interested in attending? All the precious flying swords from the Immortals' Sword Mountain will be there," Tan Shuchang suddenly invited her.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"No, since Junior Brother is not the Secluded Spring Blood Demon, then I must return and report back. I'm not like Junior Brother; I've already lost my freedom," Xue Ning'er feigned a sorrowful light sigh.

"Senior Sister misunderstands. My intention is that since you've come all this way, it would not be good to return empty-handed. And it just so happens that at the sword appreciation ceremony I'm hosting, why not give this sword to me? I'll display it publicly, and I believe it could draw out the reincarnation of the Secluded Spring Blood Demon," Tan Shuchang said with a gentle tone.

As he spoke, a surging tide of blood had already enveloped this patch of heaven and earth completely, with the thick blood light omnipresent, directly causing Xue Ning'er's Dharma Realm to retreat again and again!

The miasmic ghostly air was being constantly eroded.

Xue Ning'er intended to refuse, but at that moment, a series of figures emerged from within that blood light.

These figures were blood-colored, some ethereal and shifting, others irregular in their coalescence and dissipation, exerting great pressure on Xue Ning'er. Although the cultivation on these blood-colored figures was not profound, merely a few years at best, for some reason, Xue Ning'er felt as if she were facing formidable foes upon seeing these blood-colored figures.