What is becoming a saint on the spot?
Isn’t it much easier to beco a demon on the spot?
In the Ghost Market, the Black-tongued Old Ghost cackled weirdly.
He laughed heartily and said: "Entering demonhood is great; it only requires sacrificing one’s Essence Qi and Lifespan, transforming all your bloodlines and potential into demonic things.
That Lady Xie was originally extraordinarily gifted; she had been ground down in the Mortal World, and could be said to have seen through all the sufferings of the mortal world.
Having gone through so much separation and death in the red dust, greed, anger, ignorance, and resentnt, such a naturally gifted person with spiritual bones was an exceptional genius in cultivation.
Back then, if Lady Xie had encountered soone righteous, or had been transford by a True Master, perhaps ten years later, another Golden Core True Master might have appeared in this Great Li World.
But fate played a trick on her.
Lady Xie did not encounter the righteous path; she beca a demon instead.
And with the treasures left by Xie Huaizheng, she painstakingly cultivated all the way to the present.
She used her deceased child as a backbone, lurking day and night in the Yuan Cang River to cultivate.
Extracting the essence of water, refining the Spiritual Qi and resentnt at the bottom of the river.
After ten years, the entire Yuan Cang River would probably be refined into a flood dragon by Lady Xie!
On the day that flood dragon is ford, it will be a great disaster for all the Seven Prefectures of the South, including the six counties of Jiangdong.
When the flood dragon turns over, it will surely lead to a great release of the heavenly river, engulfing the world in flood.
At that ti, such a massive flood, not to ntion occurring once in several decades, even saying once in hundreds or thousands of years might not be too much.
Across the Celestial South and Jiangdong, how many can avoid being overwheld by this flood?
What of the Great Li Dynasty, the mighty rivers and mountains, and the wealth and poverty of the world? All will suffer great losses in this flood!
Many will die, so many will die, countless will et their end, hahaha..."
The Black-tongued Old Ghost raised his neck and laughed once more.
At this mont of laughter, the pitch-black long tongue hung down, cascading in mid-air, as if it was a black waterfall.
When he emitted a ghostly laugh, the sound was like the wind, like flowing water.
Whoosh, boom—
The other ghosts were invariably infected by his mood.
Suddenly, there were ghosts cheering: "People will die! Many people will die! Oh, oh, the Mortal World is headed for a great disaster!"
"Hehehe, kekeke..."
"What of a mortal disaster? Our Ghost Market is gaining new souls! Hehehe..."
"Good, very good. If we die in the flood, how can you not perish in the flood as well?"
Amidst the cheers, a ghost suddenly asked:
"What do you an die in the flood? Didn’t you die of a long tongue?"
"Nonsense, I clearly died in the flood!"
"But you didn’t die when the flood ca, it was only after the flood receded that you cursed the imperial envoy Xie bringing disaster relief and then died."
"How would cursing soone cause death? Besides, did only I curse, didn’t you curse too?"
"I, you... ah!"
Amidst the chaotic bickering and shouting, a shriek suddenly erupted.
It turned out that a pale blue water ghost, having been stumped in the argunt, suddenly lost a breath and died on the spot.
"Thirty years! Another thirty years of shadowy lifespan!"
After the pale blue water ghost’s death, a ghostly blue number "thirty" shot straight into the body of the ghost opposite him.
The rest of the ghosts not only showed no fear but cheered loudly once more.
Ghosts howled, watching as more and more ghostly entities turned into light smoke, dying on the spot amidst various argunts—
Among these, many ghosts, after dying, had their shadowy lifespans drift towards the Black-tongued Old Ghost.
As the Black-tongued Old Ghost continued to howl, he extended his abyss-like black tongue, licking up more and more shadowy lifespans.
From his belly, sounds erged without pause: "The Mortal World will endure a great disaster. In tis of mortal calamities, it is the pri ti for our Netherworld.
All of you, think again, tell , is Lady Xie capable of refining a flood dragon?"
The ghosts imdiately cheered again: "She can! She absolutely can!"
The louder they cheered, the more they affird what the Black-tongued Old Ghost spoke of.
Once convinced in both heart and speech, it was akin to yielding, conceding without dissent.
In the Long-tongued Ghost Market, once you concede during a debate, it equates to giving up your shadowy lifespan.
In an instant, rows upon rows of numbers denoting shadowy lifespans floated towards the Black-tongued Old Ghost.
In monts, numbers like "thirty years," "fifty years," "twenty years," "eleven years," and various other durations of shadowy lifespans floated into the body of the Black-tongued Old Ghost.
This old ghost, initially seven feet tall, of rely average height, with a sowhat hunched back, began to grow visibly before one’s eyes as shadowy lifespans poured into him.
From seven feet, to eight feet, with a trend toward nine feet of height increase.
His originally hunched back stretched upright, and his entire ghostly figure started to exude an imposing aura.
The Black-tongued Old Ghost laughed heartily, continuing his incitent.
"All of you, on the day Lady Xie refines that flood dragon, we shall return to the Mortal World and lend her a hand!
Stir the still waters of the Mortal World, smash the filthy red dust, let all those high and mighty, who feast on the people’s toil, rot into the mud.
Kekekeke..."
The laughter spread wildly, seemingly drifting farther and farther away.
In the distance, more ghostly entities were alerted, seemingly intending to drift over here.
Suddenly, amidst the chaotic ghostly crowd, a ghost sniffed the air and exclaid: "What’s going on? Why does it sll so good?"
Another ghost suddenly twitched its long tongue and hissed, "Fragrant! So fragrant! It’s making my heart itch, oh, my tongue... hey hey hey..."
The tongue suddenly straightened and extended, as if transford into a rope, with an invisible hand grasping it—
The Long-tongued Ghost was yanked along by this invisible hand, leaning forward and running in strides.
After a few breaths’ ti, a stall appeared up ahead on the street.
A short, round ghost with a peculiar shape squatted beside the stall.
The short ghost held a tray in its hand, and the tray opened its mouth wide, shouting:
"Forgetfulness Soup here, aromatic and delicious Forgetfulness Soup! Co, sll it as you pass by, if you don’t find it fragrant, you don’t have to buy!"
If it slls good, just give it a word of praise. Hehehe..."
The Tray Ghost shouted loudly.
Behind the stall was a floating, ditating little armor figure.
"Forgetfulness Soup here, aromatic and delicious Forgetfulness Soup! Co, sll it as you pass by, if you don’t find it fragrant, you don’t have to buy!"
If it slls good, just give it a word of praise. Hehehe..."
The Tray Ghost shouted loudly.
Behind the stall was a floating, ditating little armor figure. "Forgetfulness Soup here, aromatic and delicious Forgetfulness Soup! Co, sll it as you pass by, if you don’t find it fragrant, you don’t have to buy!"
If it slls good, just give it a word of praise. Hehehe..."
The Tray Ghost shouted loudly.
Behind the stall was a floating, ditating little armor figure. "Forgetfulness Soup here, aromatic and delicious Forgetfulness Soup! Co, sll it as you pass by, if you don’t find it fragrant, you don’t have to buy!"
If it slls good, just give it a word of praise. Hehehe..."
The Tray Ghost shouted loudly.
Behind the stall was a floating, ditating little armor figure.
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