"What risk? Could it be..."

"Exactly, it's the kind you're imagining."

"In Green Mulberry Country, more than thirty thousand Fox Demons cultivate the lifeblood scripture 'Seductive Witchery Profound Cauldron Scripture' passed down by the Lord of Green Mulberry. This scripture is a Demonic Path technique that absorbs others' vitality for one's benefit, both harmful to others and advantageous to oneself. And it contains a trace of the Lord of Green Mulberry's Divine Marvel. Ordinary people who share joy with a Green Mulberry Fox Demon are bound to be unable to escape being drained. Moreover, half of the power absorbed by these Fox Demons is nourished back to the Lord of Green Mulberry through that trace of Divine Marvel. Thus, the Lord of Green Mulberry's cultivation improves by leaps and bounds daily without any need for practice, relying on these thirty thousand Fox Demons. And those who have done 'that thing' with a Green Mulberry Fox Demon will be tainted with a trace of Witchery Poison. It's just like getting addicted. After a period of time, one must come to Green Mulberry Country again and again until they are completely drained. Therefore, though Green Mulberry Country seems to be the most beautiful among the eight countries, it's actually like boiling a frog in warm water. You're devoured, skin and bones, without realizing it."

Seeing Wei Wujie speak so earnestly, Qi Xiu raised an eyebrow, "Senior brother, you know so much about this... could it be..."

Wei Wujie's complexion changed, and he quickly waved his hands, "Junior brother, that joke should not be made lightly. Don't look at me as being over two hundred years old this year. I am... what is commonly known as, a virgin."

His face flushed with a hint of red, and Wei Wujie turned awkwardly, still somewhat embarrassed.

"In the Cultivation Realm, aside from most in the Buddha Sect, essentially all the major sects do not prohibit the pleasures of men and women. In fact, some sects even advocate that their disciples form companion partnerships to cultivate together. In Yunti Peak, beneath Daoist Yunxiong's tutelage, apart from Qi Xiu, the youngest, it seemed all had their own companions. Of course, there was also Wei Wujie, the super bachelor who had roamed outside for more than a hundred years."

"Actually, these disgusting deeds of Green Mulberry Country have long been an open secret at Divine Sorrow Ridge. But how many among the Demonic Evil Cultivators are truly steadfast at heart? Those Fox Demons are breathtakingly beautiful, and they understand the art of seduction. Few demons can withstand them. Add to that the mutual instigation among the demons themselves, embracing the thought that 'if I have to suffer, you can't stay dry either.' As a result, the number of people poisoned by Green Mulberry Country's Witchery Poison grows ever more."

Glancing at the pink fog that clouded Green Mulberry Country, Qi Xiu let out a light chuckle. It seems that the saying 'desire is a sharp sword' holds true not just among humans but among demons as well.

Passing over the border of Green Mulberry Country, a purple-haired Spider Demon led a group of Demonic Evil Cultivators, eager to feast on the Tai Sui flesh, and plunged headlong into the domain of Yin Tian Nation.

Upon entering the land of Yin Tian Nation, the air suddenly turned bone-chillingly cold. An inexplicable frostiness pooled in the midst of the sky, darkness pervaded everywhere, and eyes flickered faintly in the shadows, raising goosebumps and causing one's scalp to tingle. Yin Tian Nation is the underworld on Earth. Mostly inhabited by Fierce Ghosts and resentful spirits, it is paradise for ghost cultivators. But with the Fourth Princess of Yin Tian Nation's grand wedding, it's livelier than usual.

Sitting cross-legged on the back of the purple-haired Spider Demon, Qi Xiu looked relaxed. This gloomy, cold, and fog-enshrouded environment is unfriendly to all living beings, including Demonic Evil Cultivators. This is a paradise for the deceased. For the living to come here, of course, it feels unpleasant. But Qi Xiu is different. In his body resides a Mo Jiao. This Mo Jiao embodies extreme yin and feeds on murky and decadent energies. What's more, Qi Xiu is now concealing his yang and revealing his yin to hide his identity. With the Purple Tiger in deep slumber, the Mo Jiao is lively and unrestrained. Arriving in this realm, it's even more spirited. The pervasive gloomy aura surrounding this area is waste gas, poisonous gas, and filth to others. But to him, it's a supplement that can enhance his cultivation. The dense, murky energy in Yin Tian Nation is excessive. It must be the handiwork of the King of Yin Tian Nation; any non-ghost cultivator who enters here will have their strength reduced by at least thirty percent. It's also a natural barrier.

His eyes emitting a faint purple glow, Qi Xiu gazed far off into Yin Tian Nation. There, a gray-white column of light soared straight between heaven and earth, like a towering pillar, standing unyielding, with countless pale and haggard dead prostrating on the ground in worship.

Clearly, the owner of this column of energy is one of the eight great Dao Body Realm cultivators of Divine Sorrow Ridge— the King of Yin Tian Nation! From the energy signature, the strength of the King of Yin Tian Nation is only slightly less than Master's. However, Master's Thunder Magic is the bane of these shadowy ghostly creatures. If it really came to a fight, this King of Yin Tian Nation probably wouldn't be a match for Master.

Approaching Yin Tian Nation, Qi Xiu gathered all the useful information he could. Rescuing Ge Ping from under the noses of the King of Yin Tian Nation and the Fourth Princess was as dangerous as one can imagine. It was literally like extracting a tooth from a tiger's mouth. Any slight mistake could lead them to directly face the Dao Body Realm King of Yin Tian Nation, resulting in complete annihilation.

"We're here," Wei Wujie uttered softly.

Qi Xiu slowly raised his head. Tens of miles ahead lay a vast plain, spanning hundreds of thousands of square miles. On the eerie and strange plain, a ghostly fog spread thickly, drifting like specters. The endless white fog enveloped the entire plain, blurring the view and making it seem as if one had entered a mysterious and bizarre ghostly nation on Earth. There was not a trace of vitality on the plain, all vegetation dead and withered. The brittle straw was scattered chaotically on the ground, as if devoured by some dark force until nothing remained. When the silent wind blew through, a mournful wail came from afar, its sound even more sinister and terrifying amidst the white fog. At the center of this plain of death stood a towering, imposing Giant City shrouded in heavy black mist, eerily erected like a colossal tombstone.

"'This is the capital of the Yin Tian Nation, Dead Spirit City!'"

At the edge of this plain, the purple-haired Spider Demon spoke in human tongue, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is as far as I can take you. Please make your way to Dead Spirit City on your own."

After dismounting from the spider demon's back, Qi Xiu, Wei Wujie, and a group of Demonic Evil Cultivators stepped onto the plain, thick with the stench of death. They each used their methods, wielded their tainted Magic Artifacts, and hastened toward Dead Spirit City.

「The next day, at the same location.」

A massive black-and-yellow python slithered up from beneath the ground, expelling dozens of Demonic Evil Cultivators from its mouth. "Dead Spirit City is just ahead. Proceed on your own," it said.

Brushing off the sticky, slimy saliva from their bodies, the group of Demonic Evil Cultivators was about to leave when a handsome Daoist in a black robe, who had emerged from a white bone skull, spoke with ease, "Please hold on a moment, everyone."

The assembled demons turned their heads, puzzled, eying the handsome Daoist who had spoken, their gazes unfriendly.

"An encounter is a form of fate. And since we're fated to meet, I'd like to ask you all for a little favor."

Ignoring the increasingly cold and grim looks from the assembled demons, the handsome Daoist took out a bag emblazoned with ancient demonic patterns and colored dark green. "My Spirit Pill bag here is quite empty. I'd appreciate it if you'd generously offer your deaths to aid my great Dao."

As soon as the handsome Daoist finished speaking, the assembled demons flew into a rage. Yet, as they stirred their demonic energies, ready to attack, they discovered their feet had somehow been frozen to the ground. A strange, bone-chilling black ice, which had infiltrated them without their knowing, had firmly sealed them in place!

"HEHEHE, just take deep breaths, it won't hurt a bit."

With a bright laugh, the handsome Daoist manipulated a spell. The mouth of the Spirit Pill bag suddenly widened, and a tremendous suction force surged out, swallowing up the Demonic Evil Cultivators, who had been forcefully frozen stiff, into the bag, along with the python carrier.

Shaking the Spirit Pill bag, Tai Yin nodded in satisfaction. My true form already arrived at Dead Spirit City yesterday; I must hurry along as well. If this grand play begins without me, Tai Yin, how could it possibly proceed?

Murmuring to himself for a few moments, Tai Yin took out the Myriad Soul White Bone Banner. He waved it lightly, and countless White Bone Skull Demons surged out, forming a white bone Lotus Platform that lifted him and sped towards Dead Spirit City.

「"Who would have thought that Dead Spirit City could be so lively?"」

Inside Dead Spirit City were endless streets and alleys. These streets appeared dilapidated and were filled with decay and desolation. Walking within Dead Spirit City, Qi Xiu curiously surveyed his surroundings. For a share of the so-called Tai Sui flesh, Dead Spirit City now teemed with Demonic Evil Cultivators who had come to feast and witness the spectacle. Fortunately, inside Dead Spirit City, there were arrays that expanded the space, providing endless streets and alleys for the influx of Demonic Evil Cultivators to find places to stay.

"No one would pass up free Tai Sui flesh," Wei Wujie said, casually banishing a lost soul attempting to stealthily absorb his yang energy. "But the number of lost souls in Dead Spirit City has increased more than a hundredfold since I last visited two years ago, and most of them are spirits of the Human Race. It seems the King of Yin Tian Nation must have used some means to attract the spirits of the dead from Dianchuan continuously."

In the streets and alleys of Dead Spirit City, aside from the Demonic Evil Cultivators, there were many gray and colorless human-shaped phantoms with expressionless faces. These lost souls had no thoughts, no reason, only following their instincts to subconsciously suck the yang energy from the living around them. Yet, these lost souls had no power, and even a cultivator who had just entered the Initiate Realm could easily defeat them. The number of lost souls accumulated inside Dead Spirit City was at least in the tens of millions.

Having looked at those spirits of the Human Race who lived like driftwood, Qi Xiu's eyes narrowed. He seemed to grasp something in his intuition.

After wandering through Dead Spirit City and making mental notes of various arrangements within the city, Qi Xiu and Wei Wujie knew they needed to prepare for everything as thoroughly as possible, to ensure that nothing would go awry. The grand wedding of the Fourth Princess of Yin Tian Nation was still more than twenty days away.

"'We still need to figure out how to find Old Fifth first,' Wei Wujie said as he returned to their lodging."

Just as he was about to push the door open, his hand suddenly halted.

"'What...' Qi Xiu, instantly sensing Wei Wujie's change in expression, narrowed his eyes in understanding. His hands immediately conjured a deep blackness that could devour all things."

Three Miracles Escape Body: Transport!

Forming a series of profound Seal Arts with one hand, Wei Wujie's thoughts moved, and he vanished on the spot with Qi Xiu, teleporting directly inside their lodging.

In the room, Wei Wujie and Qi Xiu, who had stealthily teleported in, were brimming with a killing intent as vast as the roiling sea. The dreaded killing move they were preparing to unleash on the figure in the room was about to crash down ferociously!

But just as the person turned around, Wei Wujie's eyes dramatically shifted!

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