He pondered for a long time. But Wei Wujie had scratched his head bald and still couldn't come up with a foolproof plan to silently eliminate the four Blood-Stained Realm Fierce Ghosts.

"If all else fails, we'll use that thing. It's somewhat dangerous, but if successful, we can surely eliminate these four Blood-Stained Realm Fierce Ghosts without a sound or trace."

Looking up, Wei Wujie turned to Li Jun to ask, "Are you referring to... the Judgment Order?"

Li Jun seemed to clearly understand which item Wei Wujie was talking about and uttered a name that carried an eerily cold chill.

"Yes, only that can forcibly take away the four Blood-Stained Realm Fierce Ghosts. Although the risk is significant, right now it appears to be the only method available."

Furrowing his brows, Li Jun didn't immediately respond to Wei Wujie. Instead, he began to ponder.

Judgment Order.

It was one of the Magic Artifacts left by the Hell Dao. Powerful, yet extremely dangerous. Therefore, Daoist Yunxiong had contemplated for a long time before deciding to give this Magic Artifact to Wei Wujie for protection.

Once activated, the artifact could send all targets with a Consciousness within a certain range into one of the eighteen Universe Spaces created by the Hell Dao in the past. Of course, this included the spellcaster themselves.

To return to the mortal realm from those eighteen strange Universe Spaces, one had to navigate a highly secret path, which offered only a chance of return. However, those Universe Spaces were patrolled by innumerable, horrifically powerful, and immortal prison guards. The strength of these prison guards was formidable. Moreover, within those spaces, everyone's powers would be significantly suppressed. Escaping under the watchful eyes of these guards was akin to facing near-certain death with only a slim chance of survival.

After a moment of silence, Li Jun finally nodded, "Indeed, although there's a great risk in using the Judgment Order, it remains the only method that can silently eliminate these four Blood-Stained Realm Fierce Ghosts. Moreover... the Eighteen Layers of Hell possess an unrivaled suppressive effect on Fierce Ghosts. Once these four Fierce Ghosts are inside, they probably won't need us to take action; the prison guards will likely imprison them on their own. What we truly need to confront are those prison guards."

"Don't worry," Wei Wujie said. "I escaped from there once thirty years ago. It nearly cost me my life, but it turned out to be a close call without actual harm. With those four Fierce Ghosts serving as targets for us, our chances are even better."

After coming to a decision, Wei Wujie cast one last glance at the soul-summoning altar, a sly smile touching his lips, before he and Li Jun turned to leave.

「...」

In a hidden refuge, Qi Xiu stood alone before a vast canvas, wielding his brush to deftly create magically accurate illustrations of variously shaped medicinal ingredients.

Thankfully, my painting skills have broken through to the third realm. The Divine Marvel of transforming painted falsehoods into reality is sufficient to conjure these fierce ingredients out of thin air. Otherwise, for such a quantity of Langtu Wine, even if I had wanted to prepare, it would have been difficult to collect so many materials in such a short time.

While conjuring fierce medicinal ingredients by transforming painted falsehoods into reality, Qi Xiu also kept an eye on nearly thirty cauldrons stewing with purple flames at his side.

Langtu Wine, although named a wine, is actually a medicinal liquid, a concoction formed from a mixture of seventy-seven fierce ingredients. Its taste is pungent and stimulating, similar to strong liquor, which is why it's named Langtu Wine.

If it weren't for the vast area of Dead Spirit City, I wouldn't need to go to such lengths to brew Langtu Wine; I could simply manifest the medicinal potency through medicinal talismans. Unfortunately, the expanse of Dead Spirit City is too vast. Medicinal talismans containing only twenty percent potency might not be able to fully react with the Tai Sui flesh to reverse-engineer it into potent wrath-venom. This is a life-threatening operation. There's no room for even the slightest bit of luck.

Rotating his stiff and sore wrists, Qi Xiu stretched his chest, let out a deep breath, and continued his immense task of brewing Langtu Wine.

Meanwhile, Tai Yin, who had been inexplicably delayed for quite some time, entered Dead Spirit City with just three days left before the grand wedding.

「...」

On the streets of Dead Spirit City, Nangong Qingqiu, appearing like a long-haired female ghost, roamed leisurely within the vast and boundless city. She walked slowly, each step seeming to embed her footprint deeply into the ground, as if measuring the dead city.

Nangong Qingqiu slowly approached the exterior of the Youming Royal Mansion. Its ominous and ghastly pale walls resembled a patchwork of tombstones. Sharpened human finger bones, erected atop the wall, glinted with a menacing edge. Should anyone dare to climb over this boundary, these finger bones would immediately spring to life, swarming to tear any intruder of the royal mansion into pieces.

Circling the outer perimeter of the Youming Royal Mansion, Nangong Qingqiu continued her deliberate pacing. The eyes hidden beneath her long hair trembled slightly, and her pale lips moved as if chanting. Her slender fingers, concealed under lengthy robes, continuously pinched and manipulated, as if calculating something.

A moment later, Nangong Qingqiu stopped in an inconspicuous corner. Slowly opening her hands in the air, an ethereal mist of clouds appeared, with divine light emerging from within. Then, the mist gradually dissipated, slowly revealing Ge Ping's appearance.

"Little Fifth," Nangong Qingqiu softly called out.

「...」

「Inside the Youming Royal Mansion.」

In an extremely luxurious prison cell, Ge Ping, who had never uttered a single curse word since birth, had just barely managed to berate Xia Houlian into leaving. He was now leaning on the corner of a table, gasping for breath.

Then, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ear. "Little Fifth."

Startled, Ge Ping looked up and instinctively said, "Second Senior Sister."

At this moment, the strange sight of surging clouds and rippling divine light also appeared before Ge Ping's eyes. "What... what's going on? Radiant Heart Illuminating Skill! Second Senior Sister, are you also in Dead Spirit City?"

"It's not just me. Except for Fourth Junior Brother and Sixth Junior Brother, our Yunti Peak lineage is pretty much gathered here."

Seeing Ge Ping, Nangong Qingqiu's usually stern face finally showed a hint of a smile.

Among all these martial brothers, apart from Qi Xiu, she had spent a long time living and cultivating together with the others. Eldest Brother, Wei Wujie, was naturally generous and valued loyalty, but he was somewhat careless and had unusual thought processes. Yunti Peak's famously simple-minded Wei the Fool had been a source of embarrassment for her for a long time. Third Brother, Li Jun, and Fourth Brother, Song Guanjia. One was a sullen gourd from whom you couldn't pry a word, his Temperament complex and overly introverted. The other was a complete chatterbox, blabbering from morning till night, mischievous and troublesome, always ready to stir up chaos if left unchecked. Sixth Brother, Gan Xingba, was a complete idiot. Only this Fifth Junior Brother was kind and gentle, mild-mannered and humble, fond of tending to flowers and plants, truly endearing. When she first heard the news that Ge Ping might have perished, her vision had nearly gone dark with grief as she lamented the loss of her only 'normal' junior brother. But later, hearing that Ge Ping was likely only trapped in Dead Spirit City, his presence obscured by death's aura, causing his Longevity Candle to temporarily extinguish, she had finally felt some relief. She then immediately sought out Third and Fourth Junior Brothers, and they had hurried to Dead Spirit City to rescue Ge Ping.

"Ah?" Hearing that all his martial brothers had come, Ge Ping was first startled, then his expression suddenly turned grave. "Second Senior Sister, do you not know what kind of place Dead Spirit City is? Take my word for it and leave quickly, the farther the better!"

"If we were willing to leave, why would we have come?" Nangong Qingqiu replied. "Little Fifth, rest easy. We have a well-thought-out plan and won't let you fall into that Demoness's hands!"

"Second Senior Sister!" Ge Ping sharply interrupted Nangong Qingqiu, his brow tightly furrowed and fists clenched. Even with Xia Houlian's constant daily harassment, he had never been so irrationally angry. "I appreciate the kindness of my martial brothers, Little Fifth understands. But if any of you come to the slightest harm because of me, I'll never be at peace for the rest of my life. Please, listen to your junior brother and go. Our Master toiled for a hundred years to gather us seven Disciples. Should we all be lost here because of me alone? If that's truly the case, then I... I will end my life right here before you now!"

Anxious and enraged, Ge Ping looked around but found no sharp instrument. He simply closed his eyes and violently slammed his head against the nearby wall.

But as soon as Ge Ping's suicidal intent arose, the black snakes wrapped around his wrists and ankles sensed it. They bit fiercely into his flesh, releasing a violent poison that instantly paralyzed him, leaving him motionless on the ground.

"Enough, Little Fifth," Nangong Qingqiu said. "Your Senior Sister understands your feelings. But just as I understand you, you must also understand us. It's merely Dead Spirit City. If we could enter, we can certainly get you out. Listen carefully, this is our entire plan. Keep it in mind, because we might need your cooperation when the time comes. Stop trying to persuade us to leave. If you truly don't want to grieve Master, then gather all your spirit. Together, we will fight our way out!"

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