Ye Yu sensed a familiar aura, and in an instant his figure vanished from the spot. When he reappeared, he found himself deeper in the Ghostly Forest.
There he beheld a female ghost clad in white, her features pure and refined, her eyes fathomless as though they could see through all things. The Blood Moon’s radiance completely cloaked her, and the surrounding space began to warp and twist.
Yes—this was the aura! The ghost before him was tearing through the void, about to ascend to the Divine Realm. Ye Yu had never imagined that someone in this Ghostly Forest would achieve transcendence faster than himself.
The female ghost seemed to sense his presence. She turned, looked in his direction, and lightly tapped the void with a raised hand. In an instant, the surrounding trees and vines seemed to shatter like petals, drifting away and fully revealing Ye Yu’s position.
Yet she did not strike. Instead, she spoke coolly, “What are your intentions?”
Unfazed, Ye Yu gave his name freely. “I am Ye Yu. And you must be preparing to ascend to the Divine Realm? My curiosity drew me here, to observe—and to prepare for my own ascent.”
The ghost could not help but smile. “What an arrogant spirit. Only at the Half-Ghost-Emperor realm, yet you dare boast so boldly—fearless of being proven wrong! ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) Still, I suppose your courage is commendable.”
Her impression of Ye Yu was not unfavorable. After a moment’s thought, she said softly, “I hope you succeed.”
Ye Yu called out, “If so, might I know your name? Should we meet in the Divine Realm one day, it would be good to have a fellow countryman to look out for me.”
“Shen Fuxin.”
No sooner had she named herself than the space around her fully warped. A pillar of blood-red light shone brilliantly, and she vanished in an instant—having successfully torn through the void and ascended to the Divine Realm.
Ye Yu gazed skyward for a long moment before finally lowering his eyes. Shen Fuxin—a fine name indeed. May this count as the beginning of a benevolent karmic bond. If we meet again in the Divine Realm, perhaps she will share useful news with me—after all, my understanding of that realm remains woefully scant.
As Ye Yu turned to leave, he suddenly took a half-step backward—and at that moment a blade’s radiance cut through the air toward him.
The attacker was none other than the long-hidden Demon Realm Blade Saint, Tang Fangzhan. Since the last time Ye Yu had used the Waterfall technique against him, Tang Fangzhan’s Dao-heart had nearly been shattered. Yet all the more reason he could not allow Ye Yu to live: if he did not slay him, his Dao-heart would remain obstructed and his cultivation would stagnate forever. Thus he had hidden in waiting, preparing to eliminate Ye Yu at the opportune moment.
Why not confront him openly? Was there any need to ask? He simply did not wish to endure another Waterfall’s shameful agony.
He had planned to strike Ye Yu while his attention was elsewhere, but failed. As his blade fell short, Tang Fangzhan spun to flee—only to have the Compassionate Life Blade under his own hand stamped into the ground by Ye Yu’s foot.


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