Crane Spirit Sect...
Deep within.
An extremely hidden Sand Secret Realm.
The honeycomb-like black mountains rose within, appearing from afar as countless stacked giant skulls.
In the cavity of each skull, Yin Coffins were placed, some empty, others filled, those filled contained the bodies of Profound Yellow Level cultivators, including Elder Ding, Elder Zhao, and even the Sixth Elder.
In the rugged large caves below, common coffins held the Divinity Transformation cultivators.
Little Bell donned a Moon White Crane Cloak of the same material to match her husband, her long sleeves draping slightly, drifting like floating clouds as she walked.
Tap tap tap...
Song Yan walked openly through the eerie cave, the dark tones adding to his sinister vibe.
Within the cave, a strange sound of coffins being pushed suddenly echoed.
After a "creak creak," followed continuous similar grating noises.
One by one, the Divinity Transformation Realm ghost cultivators sat up straight in their coffins, eyes vacant, their "Three Phases Overlapping," body, soul, and thought seemingly entirely separate, at one moment the divine soul appeared outside, at another, a celestial demon crawled out from the soul chart, the body indeed a Divinity Transformation level netherworld corpse demon.
This was the special nature of Yin Qi.
Ghost cultivators born from Yin Qi were stronger than they were in life, simply because they had split into three: body of netherworld life, thought as a celestial demon, soul akin to a newborn, solely focused on "invade invade invade, turning more into ghost cultivators."
Because of this, Xiao Hanshan’s ambushes appeared especially invincible, with few below the Profound Yellow Three Realms able to withstand his deadly strike of "settled silence."
At this moment, Song Yan was watching the newly formed ghost cultivators as he walked.
The air suddenly filled with the scent of peach blossoms, and Little Bell cast a wary glance at the ghost cultivator stepping on peach blossoms, before snuggling closer to Song Yan, sweetly calling, "Sister Hua Xianggu."
Hua Xianggu covered her mouth, tilted her head back, and giggled, then said, "Old Li, this girl fears I’ll steal you! This girl, actually fears I’ll steal you! Hehehe..."
Song Yan chuckled.
Hua Xianggu said, "So, Old Li, want to add me as a Dao Companion?"
As she spoke, she glanced at Little Bell, who was still smiling, though it had become visibly forced.
As if teasing her, Hua Xianggu’s playful words indeed made her jealous.
Finding it even more amusing, Hua Xianggu thought rare a female cultivator in the Profound Yellow Realm was like this, intending to continue saying shameless things to tease the young girl.
Song Yan interrupted, "Alright, Sister Hua Xianggu. Let’s talk business; you called me today for what?"
Hua Xianggu’s demeanor suddenly turned serious and she said, "Old Li, there is indeed official business to discuss with you."


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