Chapter 326: Chapter 326
The eerie and strange hall towered one hundred feet high, magnificent and grand. The outer corridor was adorned with statues of various ghosts and gods. Some glared angrily, some meditated with closed eyes, some smiled while pinching a flower, and others had kind, benevolent faces. Suddenly, they began to wriggle, their eyes turning to eerily size up the visiting distinguished guests.
At the center of the main hall, on a throne forged from forty-nine iron swords, the Faceless Ghost King commanded. One by one, beautifully adorned female ghosts carried in dishes and wine, moving in a line. The female ghosts giggled like silver bells, twisting their waists as their dainty Jade Feet stepped onto a soft, smooth carpet. After laying out the banquet in two rows, they did not withdraw but instead served at the small tables nearby.
"Fellow Daoist Chu, please." The Faceless Ghost King pointed to the seat on the left with the utmost etiquette.
Chu Yi nodded, pulling the somewhat nervous Ji Xuexin to sit with him. His eyes surveyed the Underworld banquet. Well, this is much more formal than a clown’s banquet, he thought.
Once the distinguished guests were seated, the assembled ghosts also sat down one after another. They were the most powerful among the Underworld nobility; the Ghost King, afraid of any accidents, had brought these subordinates along. In the past, these important figures of the Underworld would chat and laugh at banquets, never having been as quiet as they were now.
Some ghosts had a flicker of thought, their gazes drawn to the young man in the primary seat on the left, secretly astonished. Such astounding vitality and blood! Not a soul, but a living body, daring to set foot in the Underworld so openly... This alone is enough to illustrate his terror. Just getting slightly closer brought a searing heat, like approaching a burning furnace. The mere aura he exuded, if it swept past, felt as scorching as volcanic lava, threatening to melt them.
Even more terrifying was the news that the Calamity Ghost General, who had led the invasion of the Mortal World, had perished at this person’s hands, along with a million Yin soldiers wiped out. The Ghost King couldn’t handle him, so he had to invite him to a meal, stating it was all a misunderstanding and that everyone loved peace. Damn, where did this old monster from the Mortal World even come from?
"Daoist friend, before the banquet starts, why not enjoy some exotic entertainment?" The Faceless Ghost King clapped his hands.
In the hall, a layer of mist quietly began to fill the air. Roots wriggled and intertwined, transforming into a forest in the blink of an eye. All kinds of silk garments hung on the treetops. Amidst the eerie music, graceful figures appeared and disappeared through the mist, shedding their gauze skirts as jade radiance floated around them. Then, a group of shockingly beautiful dancing girls emerged. With jade-like faces and vermilion lips, they danced with enchanting movements, dressed scantily with only a few pieces of cloth for cover. Stepping lightly as if on lotus flowers, they whispered bewitching coos, offering a dance for the distinguished guests.
Chu Yi squinted, curious about what unique features the Underworld had to offer, wanting to broaden his horizons. He had initially planned to converse with the Ghost King and extort some benefits, but this Ghost King was proving too sensible.
The drumbeat sounded. The dancing girls used various bold dance postures, highlighting the allure of their refined Ghost Immortal bodies. Each possessed an hourglass figure, their movements designed to arouse the desires of the assembled ghosts. This was the Yin Spirit Technique of the Ghost Princesses. Initially, it allowed for the refinement of beings like alluring ghosts, Fox Ghosts, and painted-skin ghosts into Ghost Immortals. Upon reaching an advanced level of cultivation, they could ascend to become Ghost Princesses. At present, all of these dancers were Ghost Princesses; the heritage of the Ghost King Hall was evident.
The drumbeats grew increasingly intense. The dancers in the hall accompanied the drums with their movements, twisting their bodies as vividly as white fish leaping from a river’s surface, or like nimble snow snakes. They alternated between enticement and refusal, unleashing their charm in full force, beckoning all to sink into a sea of desire. This spectacle caused the lust of numerous ghosts to surge. Even the usually ruthless Chu Yi found himself momentarily distracted, as many of the ghosts became lost in pleasure, forgetting all else. This was the Yin Spirit Technique of the Underworld’s Ghost Princesses; it could ignite desire even in other ghosts, or perhaps even in stones.
However, Chu Yi’s blood and qi surged powerfully, allowing him to ignore this tempting force. He watched nonchalantly for a while, then lost interest. He was, after all, a master at handling "snakes." Compared to Dan Yu of the Joyful Apostles, these Ghost Princesses failed to capture his true interest. That snake tail with its astonishing wrapping force, those scales brushing against skin, that willow-like waist capable of breaking bones, those six-segmented, fragrant, soft lotus-like arms...
Even the Moon Princess—just standing there, with her sacred and noble temperament, her contemptuous and indifferent demeanor, and Yu Luo’s two forms alternating—ignited a profane desire in Chu Yi’s heart. Heh heh heh... he chuckled inwardly.
Once the dance concluded, the music changed, and a new performance began. From among the dancers, the two most radiant Ghost Princesses emerged. Biting their lips, their jade-like faces flushed, their clothes fluttered as their delicate bodies transformed into a fragrant, chilling wind that blew towards Chu Yi.
Under Ji Xuexin’s dazed gaze, the two Ghost Princesses pressed close, one on each side of Chu Yi, their laughter like silver bells, their charm overflowing. Compared to Ji Xuexin’s innocence, these highly cultivated Ghost Princesses were exceptionally skilled, employing all their seductive techniques. The Ghost Princess on the left picked up a Cyan Jade Wine Cup, took a delicate sip, brushed back her hair, then leaned forward to pass the wine from her lips to Chu Yi’s. The one on the right held Chu Yi’s arm, pressing her soft body close, letting him experience the "genuine articles" of the Underworld.
The two women were fragrant and soft. This made Chu Yi unable to resist the thought of marking them with hundreds of Soul Seals. If any mishap occurred, he could activate the seals with his Ten Thousand Souls Banner, causing them to explode in an ultimate, soul-shattering pleasure. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novᴇlfire.net
A soft "Ah?" escaped Ji Xuexin beside him. She frowned but still trusted Chu Yi, believing there must be a deeper meaning to his actions. Under the skirt, her slender jade-like leg stretched out, and her boot gently kicked Chu Yi’s leg, reminding him that he was deep in enemy territory and should not let his guard down.
But in the next moment, her boot was gripped by a strong arm, almost startling Ji Xuexin into a gasp. She tilted her head, stunned, her jade-like cheeks flushing a faint red as she stared at Chu Yi in disbelief. She felt the boot and sock covering her Jade Foot slide off, exposing her bright skin. Before she could feel the Underworld’s chill, her foot was enveloped in a surge of warmth. Fortunately, the banquet table provided cover, and no ghost noticed.
"Fellow Daoist Chu," the Faceless Ghost King chuckled, a hint of teasing in his voice from beneath his hood, "these two girls are my sworn daughters and are still virgins. If Daoist friend is interested, feel free to take them."
As his words fell, the Ghost Princesses on his left and right practically glued themselves to Chu Yi, their alluring eyes filled with a greedy desire for the youth’s rich vitality. They eagerly said:
"We sisters are willing to serve you as maids, Master, and accompany you always."
"Master, you must be tired. Please come to my humble chamber to enjoy some music. I am skilled in playing all sorts of instruments."
What surprised the gathered ghosts was the deployment of even high-level Ghost Princesses, which made the guest’s importance self-evident. Could it be, they mused, that this guest, along with that State Preceptor named Wei Wuyang, are both from the Immortal Realm? Is the Ghost King’s true intention to use this connection to ascend to the Immortal Realm and attain eternal life?
For a moment, some of the more astute Ghost Immortals who seemed to understand glanced at the furnace-like figure of Chu Yi, their eyes burning with enthusiasm. If the other party is from the Immortal Realm, then everything makes sense! No wonder this youth killed the Calamity Ghost General and wiped out the Yin soldiers, yet the Ghost King didn’t get angry and instead tried so hard to recruit him. Calamity, your death was so damn valuable! If the Ghost King ascends, won’t it be our turn next? The first to ascend helps those who follow. Just thinking about it is a little exciting!
Upon hearing the Ghost King’s offer, Chu Yi, idly toying with a smooth jade piece while deftly managing the Ghost Princesses’ clinging advances, said straightforwardly, "The Ghost King’s gift is too gracious to decline."
He considered accepting the two women, only to refine these two Ghost Princesses immediately afterward. Jiu Ying from Ten Thousand Souls Ridge had quite a temper; she’d want to refine these two women, who were being disrespectful to her master, into her Beauty Fan. If he didn’t agree, she likely wouldn’t rest for a moment. Although Ghost Princesses were considered extremely beautiful in the Underworld, they paled in comparison to Jiu Ying and carried an unpleasant, rotten smell. They were like pieces of rotted wood; no matter how exquisitely carved on the outside, their interiors were decayed beyond repair. After all, they were ghosts.
"However, I’d like to ask the Ghost King to help me find someone," Chu Yi said, changing the subject with a faint smile. His Clock Eye, hidden by his hair, seemed to writhe with the colors of dusk.