Chapter 327: Chapter 327

As these words were spoken, the joyous scene of guests and hosts reveling in the Ghost King Hall instantly fell silent. The ghosts’ gazes turned sinister, all fixing on Chu Yi. After a momentary pause, however, they resumed their lively demeanor.

Chu Yi squinted, leaning his head back against the soft, ample bosom of a Ghost Princess. The ghosts’ earlier reactions had not escaped his notice.

Clearly, these vile ghosts knew Wei Wuyang and had met him. For such an important figure in the Underworld to be aware of him, the Ghost King Hall must have hosted him before.

"Hahaha, young friend, I indeed recognize the person you speak of." The Faceless Ghost King set down a Skull Wine Cup, looking at the unabashed Chu Yi, and said calmly, "This person claims to be an Immortal Envoy, an Upper Realm emissary tasked with the Immortal Position of guiding immortal fate—exceedingly prestigious. If the young friend wishes to meet, this king can invite you to meet the esteemed Immortal Envoy together." He adopted a very humble posture, showing considerable esteem for Wei Wuyang.

Immortal Envoy? An Upper Realm messenger? Is Wei Wuyang really that good at bluffing? Chu Yi pondered, gently massaging the pearl-like, rounded toes of the Ghost Princess attending to him. The Ghost King’s words implied he wasn’t close to Wei Wuyang, but there were undoubtedly secret dealings between them. Or perhaps, the Ghost King couldn’t discern my background and wanted to first observe the relationship between Wei Wuyang and me before scheming for benefits. He might even be secretly colluding, having already sent for reinforcements during the banquet to suppress me.

"Hmph." Chu Yi’s expression changed. He abruptly pushed away the Ghost Princess, who was sizzling from his Yang Qi, and cursed vehemently, "Immortal Envoy? Him? Is he even worthy? A homeless cur, a shameless traitor who stole my clan’s treasure and smuggled himself to this Lower Realm, thinking he’s safe and sound—little does he know disaster is imminent! If I catch him, I’ll slice him into a thousand pieces and obliterate both his form and spirit!"

The Human King’s Treasure Blood erupted, carrying the momentum to scorch mountains and boil seas. A hurricane swept through the Ghost King Hall, and blistering heat waves surged as the earth shook and mountains quivered. The two Ghost Princesses, as if heavily struck, burst into blazing fireballs, revealing their half-skeletal true forms before being flung away, their fates unknown. Numerous high-ranking nobles also staggered, their Ghost Immortal bodies spontaneously combusting under the pressure of the Human King Physique, one by one crying out for mercy.

"Ah?" The Faceless Ghost King was taken aback, momentarily unable to process what the youth was saying—words he couldn’t comprehend, something about a traitor, smuggling... Wei Wuyang is a traitor in the Upper Realm? Is there some inside information here that I’m not privy to?

Seeing the hall filled with wails, he promptly intervened to suppress the pressure of the Human King Body. "Young friend, calm your anger," he said. "This king’s great hall cannot withstand such turmoil."

Hearing this, Chu Yi restrained his aura. He pulled the dazed Ji Xuexin to his side, draped her long, immaculate white legs over his own, and began massaging them as he said apologetically, "Ghost King, please excuse me. It’s just that Wei Wuyang’s actions have truly infuriated me, this Immortal."

He offered an apology, but his expression was one of utter indifference, as if deigning to give the Ghost King any face was already a magnanimous gesture. His attitude practically screamed, *So what? You think you can kill me?* ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel•fire.net

Arrogant! This boy, just like Wei Wuyang, is truly an Immortal from the Upper Realm! The Faceless Ghost King glanced at him, utterly convinced in his heart. That arrogant expression, looking down on everyone, capricious, acting on whims, slaughtering a million Underworld soldiers without the slightest flicker of emotion in his heart—he was cut from the same cloth as Wei Wuyang. Both were privileged from birth, true elites.

The Ghost King suppressed his anger and said, "This king is unaware of this matter. It sounds as though Wei Wuyang, the Immortal Envoy, committed some transgression in the Upper Realm. Could the young friend enlighten me as to what it was?"

Though now certain Chu Yi was from the Upper Realm, he wasn’t about to believe Chu Yi’s side of the story blindly. After all, Wei Wuyang had engaged in transactions with their Ghost King Hall, providing substantial benefits.

As the State Preceptor of the Longwu Dynasty, Wei Wuyang has already handed over a third of their territory to the Underworld, along with the chance to ascend to the Upper Realm. What could *you* possibly offer to win us over?

Chu Yi glanced at him but said nothing, merely focusing on the silken sensation beneath his fingertips, his touch lingering on her Mutton Fat Jade-like skin.

The Faceless Ghost King’s expression darkened, the mist beneath his hood growing denser. He waved his hand, dismissing the various ghosts from the hall. This group of high-ranking Underworld nobles, who had come to bolster the Ghost King’s prestige, sighed in relief. Forgetting all about maintaining their dignity, they fled at once.

None of them could have anticipated that they, a group of high-level Ghost Immortals, couldn’t even withstand the aura this youth merely leaked. A few unlucky ones were even severely scorched by his Yang Qi and gravely injured.

So terrifying! As expected of someone from the Upper Realm!

Some Ghost Immortals were secretly relieved, thankful they hadn’t immediately moved against this Upper Realm Immortal. Otherwise, regardless of whether they could win or not, their contingent of nobles would have been utterly annihilated.

Seeing the Ghost King’s submission, Chu Yi nodded and smiled. "Considering your hospitality to this Immortal, I’ll forgive your previous disrespect. However, your grand hall isn’t particularly sturdy."

The Faceless Ghost King inwardly shivered. Could he have discovered the Ghost King Hall’s hidden arrangements? The Ghost King Hall had long been set with a death trap, ready to be sprung to kill Chu Yi if he made a wrong move. The banquet itself had been a ploy to buy time to finalize these preparations.

"This king admits his fault. Please, Fellow Daoist, enlighten me..." the Faceless Ghost King said, his tone softening. Beneath his hood, the dense mist swirled, betraying no emotion.

Unseen by anyone, an eerie chill began to permeate the Ghost King Hall, an indescribable, heavy gloom. Tendril-like veins of energy crept up from beneath the earth, converging unnoticed at the Ghost King’s feet. This technique was one of the Underworld’s ancient legacies, developed over thousands of years, capable of slaying even Immortals.

So cold. Ji Xuexin’s delicate body trembled. Feeling a sudden chill, she instinctively snuggled closer into Chu Yi’s embrace. A blush appeared on her jade-like cheeks, though she had long grown accustomed to such closeness. In this hall, frigid with Yin energy, Chu Yi was like a small sun, radiating warmth. As a mid-rank cultivator, her ability to remain in the Underworld was entirely reliant on the Yang Qi Chu Yi channeled to her, dispelling the cold and preventing her soul from being eroded by the Underworld’s energies.

However, being able to enter the Underworld, and even be invited to a banquet by the Ghost King himself—this was simply incredible. Ji Xuexin tilted her head back, her jade-like neck exposed, and stared dazedly at Chu Yi as he faced off against the Ghost King. Her consciousness drifted into a slight daze. She saw a vision of a peach grove, pink and white blossoms falling from the branches, a shower of petals raining down from the sky. A hazy, beautiful figure lingered beneath the peach blossoms.

"Who is bullying my Master?"

A clear, bell-like voice rang out, startling the Ghost King, who had been preparing to strike.

Someone else had appeared, but when?!

「In the next moment.」

BOOM! A sound came from outside the hall, and the entire Ghost King Hall quaked for a moment. A young woman in a blood-red palace gown arrived at the feast, having somehow forced her way into the sealed Ghost King Hall.

The maiden’s face was captivatingly beautiful. Her blood-red gown clung to her exquisite, alluring curves. Beneath her gown, her bare, jade-white feet seemed to conjure blood-red flowers with every step, while skulls crawled around them like venomous insects. Her beauty was intertwined with an aura of terror.

What made the Faceless Ghost King even more wary was the flower lantern the maiden carried. It was forged from white bone, and its flame was a distorted, pale blue glow, complex and intermingled, with several pale blue butterflies fluttering around it. Within the light, one could vaguely discern thousands of Resentful Souls, curses, and malevolent wills. If one looked too closely, their gaze would be trapped as if by glue, seeing countless pallid faces endlessly sinking and rising, becoming part of the corpse-fluid within the lantern.

Just like that Ten Thousand Souls Banner, what kind of supreme Magical Treasure is this?! And this mysterious young woman, whose oppressive aura rivaled his own, actually addressed Chu Yi as Master?