Chapter 262 – Prosperity at First Sight! Peace Under Heaven!

The news that the newly appointed Hall Master of the Ghost King Hall had appeared at the Yunyan Building to host a banquet for the five Elders of the Shadow Hall quickly spread among all factions in Dongsheng City.

As a massive province-level power, the identity of the Ghost King Hall’s Hall Master was naturally extraordinary.

All sides paid attention and engaged in discussions.

In a luxurious office of a towering building, upper echelons of a province-level power sat opposite each other, sipping tea.

“I heard the Hall Master of the Ghost King Hall has arrived,” a middle-aged man said, taking a sip of tea.

Another person smiled, “I heard as well, but the current Ghost King Hall poses no threat! None of the successive Hall Masters have lived past a year! There’s no need to pay them any mind!”

“But this Hall Master is different—he is a disciple of the Great Emperor!”

That person shook his head, “The Great Emperor is not omnipotent. The outcome will be the same!”

…

In a magnificent palace, a figure clad in black robes sat upright upon a throne.

On either side of the throne stood the twin envoys, Heibai Wuchang.

White Wuchang wore a smile, tall and slender with a deathly pale face and a long tongue hanging from his mouth. His official hat bore the characters “At First Sight, Wealth.”

Black Wuchang had a fierce appearance, broad and stout, short in stature with a dark complexion. His official hat was inscribed with the words “Peace Under Heaven.”

Both held shackles and handcuffs, exuding an aura of chilling Yin Energy.

This was the second hall among the Ghost King Hall’s Seventy-two Halls—the Life-Death Hall!

The black-robed figure on the throne spoke, “He left Dongsheng City? Where did he go?”

White Wuchang shook his head, “Unclear! The Shadow Hall concealed his tracks. Our people were all killed.”

“Investigate!”

“Yes!”

“Another one comes to die. What exactly are those five old men of the Shadow Hall up to?” the black-robed figure growled lowly.

…

In a dark region, military tents stretched for hundreds of miles, with torches lit one after another, illuminating the area brightly.

In the central command tent, the Commander of the Tongling Guard, one of the Ghost King Hall’s Four Guards, sat upon a tiger-skin general’s seat. His figure was as massive as a small hill, possessing the combat power of a 6th Revolution Ghost Venerable.

Over ten Deputy Commanders of the Tongling Guard stood on either side.

Among them, a short and stout Deputy Commander was currently kneeling in the tent, sweating profusely.

“Commander Jiang, if you can’t handle such a trivial matter, perhaps it’s time to reconsider your position!” the Tongling Guard Commander said in a deep voice, deliberately making things difficult.

In the tent, the torches crackled and popped as they burned.

“My Lord, this matter has nothing to do with me!” Jiang Tianhua explained.

“Hmph, still trying to argue!” the Tongling Guard Commander snorted coldly.

Jiang Tianhua knelt on the ground, listening to the Tongling Guard Commander’s deliberate harassment. He hung his head, his eyes already filled with madness, his mind occupied with other thoughts!

His son actually knew the Hall Master of the Ghost King Hall!

This might be his chance to turn things around!

…

Three days later! Blood Star Sea!

This was an endless expanse of crimson ocean, different in that its surface was calm and waveless, mirror-like and blood-red, exuding an indescribable sense of Aberration.

Over the sea, ghostly mist hung thickly, not a single sound could be heard—a terrifying silence.

Creak! Creak!

Amid the silence, the sound of wooden oars rowing suddenly emerged. It was unclear where the sound came from, impossible to pinpoint across the vast sea.

After a moment, a dilapidated wooden ferryboat emerged from a thick patch of ghostly mist.

The ferry was old and worn, as if weathered by endless years, barely staying afloat without sinking into the depths.

An old man wearing a bamboo hat vigorously rowed the wooden oar in his hands, propelling the ferry boat forward as it cut through the calm crimson sea.

“Hehe!” “Hehe!”

On the old man’s body, two paper figures climbed up and down.

These were two ghost-faced attendants.

They were burial objects for the deceased, with the male paper figure serving to lead horses and carry loads for the departed soul, while the female paper figure attended to daily life.

Both ghost-faced attendants had pale faces with two rosy patches on their cheeks, appearing eerie.

At the bow of the boat stood a familiar figure in white robes, hands clasped behind his back, gazing intently at the crimson sea before him.

“Young friend, why have you come to the Blood Star Sea?” the old man asked hoarsely as he rowed.

“Yes! Yes! Why have you come to the Blood Star Sea?” the female paper figure giggled, her voice alternating between childish and aged like an old woman, particularly unsettling in the deathly silence.

Ye Sheng smiled. “While I’m young, I want to see the world…”

The old man laughed heartily. “This Blood Star Sea is no good place—it’s very dangerous! Don’t be fooled by the calm, mirror-like surface of this crimson sea. Beneath it lies a bed of bleached bones.”

The old man paused briefly before continuing, “However, the Blood Star Sea is different from the bustling world outside. Its customs and culture truly offer a unique flavor! Worth a visit!”

Ye Sheng nodded.

The Blood Star Sea was not just an endless expanse of crimson ocean but also countless isolated islands.

On these isolated islands, Sects stood in great numbers!

That’s right!

Sects!

Unlike the corporations and companies of the outside world, the people of the Blood Star Sea resembled ancient folk, having developed no technology whatsoever. Everyone devoted themselves entirely to the cultivation world.

The atmosphere of cultivation was exceptionally vibrant!

“Grandpa, let me help you!” The male paper figure was very sensible, snatching the wooden oar from the old man’s hands to row for him.

The old man smiled and patted its head. Lonely and with no one else, only these two ghost-faced attendants kept him company, like his own grandchildren.

The old man sat down against the cabin, took out a water pipe, lit it, and began smoking while chatting with Ye Sheng. “Young friend, the number of Experts in the Blood Star Sea is immense!

5th Revolution Ghost Kings can be seen everywhere!

I advise you to take a quick look around and then hurry back home! Don’t lose your life for nothing!”

“Ghost Kings? Speak of the devil, and he shall appear!” Ye Sheng murmured, inexplicably turning his head to look into the thick ghostly mist to the northwest, as if something were there there.

Boom!

The calm, mirror-like crimson sea surface suddenly exploded, sending towering waves of blood into the air as the thick ghostly mist churned violently.

“Roar!”

A beastly roar erupted from beneath the blood sea, followed by a fierce aura belonging to the 5th Revolution Ghost King Tier soaring into the sky.

It was a blood Flood Dragon, about a kilometer long, its flesh rotting away, revealing its pitch-black bones.

Originally swimming calmly beneath the blood sea, the blood Flood Dragon had now, for some unknown reason, gone mad and surged out of the sea.

“Wretched beast!”

A voice filled with shock and anger rang out. Ye Sheng looked up.

It turned out to be a Daoist passing by, whom the blood Flood Dragon sought to devour.

The Daoist sat atop a massive Blood Gourd. As the Crisis approached, he unleashed a Combat Power aura belonging to a 5th Revolution Ghost King and began to engage in a fierce battle with the ghost Flood Dragon.

As the two Ghost Kings clashed, the calm sea surface immediately churned with towering waves of blood.

The dilapidated ferry boat emitted a dark glow, shielding it from the raging waves.

Ye Sheng marveled; this ferry boat could indeed sail safely on the blood sea—it was truly extraordinary.

The old man chuckled, “This ferry was forged by the ‘Molten Fire Sect’ of the Blood Star Sea, with formation patterns inscribed upon it by a 6th Revolution Ghost Venerable.”

Ye Sheng nodded in understanding, then turned his gaze back to the Daoist locked in combat with the blood flood dragon.

Though the Daoist was a 5th Revolution Ghost King, he seemed to be only around 5th Revolution Level 50, not yet reaching the perfection of 5th Revolution Level 100.

His Combat Power was merely an ordinary four hundred thousand or so!

He was even inferior to the five 5th Revolution Ghost Kings of the ‘Divine Coffin Organization’ that Ye Sheng had encountered before, each of whom had attained the perfection of 5th Revolution Level 100 and possessed six hundred thousand Combat Power.

“This Daoist Hulu likely represents the normal standard for 5th Revolution Ghost Kings in the cultivation world!” Ye Sheng murmured to himself.

The people he usually interacted with were of such high caliber that he had grown accustomed to it.

In truth… in the cultivation world, Daoist Hulu was the mainstream.

At that moment, as the battle raged on, Daoist Hulu was clearly struggling, falling into a disadvantage and facing a life-threatening crisis.

The old man shook his head, “Young friend, a battle between two Ghost Kings is beyond our intervention!”

Standing at the bow of the ferry, Ye Sheng flicked his finger, sending a golden Sword Qi streaking toward the blood flood dragon.