Because of the appearance of the Azure Dragon, Wang Xiaoqiang escaped the pursuit of the Ghost King's tens of thousands of followers, and in the end, he got a great advantage. Before leaving, Wang Xiaoqiang beheaded the heads of the ghost cultivators who were killed by the Azure Dragon inside and outside the Immortal Tomb and tied them to the Dragon Tendon.

He also trapped the Primordial Spirits of the deceased ghost cultivators into the Sumeru Ring. Now, the Sumeru Ring held over a hundred Primordial Spirits of ghost cultivators, and the Dragon Tendon was adorned with over a hundred and twenty ghost cultivator heads.

After finishing all this, Wang Xiaoqiang soared away from the mountain depression where the Immortal Tomb was located with the Dragon Tendon in hand, heading straight west.

After traveling for half a day, Wang Xiaoqiang discovered a ghost cultivator's cave abode, so he decided to use it as a resting point. He descended swiftly; this cave abode was called the Crescent Moon Cave. It wasn't large, and from its scale, the influence of this cave abode wasn't enormous either,

The two ghost cultivators guarding the cave were greatly frightened at the sight and immediately sounded the alarm, taking defensive stances.

They were just two Ghost Soldier-level cultivators, far too weak. Wang Xiaoqiang didn't want any trouble, so he drew out the Heaven and Earth Whip and swung it.

The Heaven and Earth Whip coiled like a snake, wrapping around the two Ghost Soldiers. With another swing, the two Ghost Soldiers were thrown a hundred miles away and died upon impact.

Soon, a large force of ghost soldiers rushed out of the cave abode, numbering about thirty and accompanying a round-faced, large-eared Ghost General.

When the Ghost General emerged, he placed his hands on his hips and arrogantly shouted, "Who dares to be so bold as to attack my Crescent Moon Cave?!"

Clearly, this Ghost General was the owner of this cave abode. Wang Xiaoqiang glanced at him and sneered, "It's your grandfather here. Surrender wisely to me, or I will wipe out all your ghost cultivators and destroy this cave."

Just in the Immortal Tomb earlier, Wang Xiaoqiang had feared the Azure Dragon finding him, so he released half of the Spiritual Spring from his body. Now, he only seemed to be a cultivator at the Immortal Venerable Stage.

"Oh?" The round-faced, large-eared Ghost General stared at Wang Xiaoqiang, eyes bulging. Upon discovering Wang Xiaoqiang's cultivation base, he wore a look of disdain and harshness, "You're just a little human cultivator at the Immortal Venerable Stage, and yet you dare enter my ghost territory and invade my Crescent Moon Cave? You've got guts, but no real power... Men, capture him alive for me."

"Yes!" A group of ghost soldiers charged forward, intending to capture Wang Xiaoqiang alive.

Wang Xiaoqiang moved with a thought, drawing in the bulk of the Spiritual Spring outside his body. His Spiritual Power surged explosively, instantly transforming him from an Immortal Venerable into an Immortal Sage.

Simultaneously, he summoned the War God Hammer with a thought.

His cultivation skyrocketed, suddenly elevating his presence. With a giant hammer in his hand, he now looked like a War God himself, and his overpowering aura immediately intimidated the charging ghost soldiers, causing them to halt in shock and fear.

In their moment of astonishment, Wang Xiaoqiang swung the War God Hammer.

Boom!!!

The War God Hammer swept out with a roar, echoing like thunder. It created a shockwave that erupted, blasting the ghost soldiers away, their flesh and blood scattering, as their screams rang out.

One hammer stroke resolved over thirty ghost soldiers, swiftly and decisively!

At this point, only the round-faced, large-eared Ghost General remained on the scene. The Ghost General was petrified, standing there in a stupor, his eyes vacant.

Wang Xiaoqiang didn't kill him but instead walked up to him and shouted, "Kneel!"

The Ghost General was surprisingly obedient, falling to his knees before Wang Xiaoqiang with a thud, constantly bowing and pleading, "Merciful grandfather, spare my life, I have old and young to care for; if I die, they won't survive either..."

"Uh, as long as you're willing to listen to me, naturally, I won't kill you..." Wang Xiaoqiang chuckled and said.

"Really? You really will spare me?" The Ghost General couldn't believe his ears.

Seeing that the Ghost General was a pushover, Wang Xiaoqiang replied, "Of course, the premise is you have to listen to me. Whatever I tell you to do, you do it."

"Okay, I will definitely listen to you, as long as you don't ask me to die, anything goes." The Ghost General truly was a pushover.

"Good, get up, lead me into the cave abode. I want to take a look around." Wang Xiaoqiang issued his first command.

"Yes, yes," the Ghost General relaxed his expression upon realizing Wang Xiaoqiang truly wasn't going to kill him. He stood up, bowed, and led Wang Xiaoqiang, "This way, sir."

Saying this, he led Wang Xiaoqiang into his Crescent Moon Cave. The cave's entrance was large and round, resembling a crescent moon.

As Wang Xiaoqiang stepped into the cave abode, he noticed the ground was made of hard, smooth rock. The cave was vast, about five or six people high, and as it extended inward, it became wider, seemingly delving into the mountain belly to form a palace.

On both sides of the rock walls were carved leaping figures of ghost cultivators, some displaying swordsmanship, some staff techniques, and some meditating cross-legged, circulating Qigong. The meridian guide diagrams glimmered and even contained many ghost cultivators' secret techniques.

Soon, the scene brightened, and suddenly a spacious stone chamber appeared, where a young and beautiful woman stood, holding a thick Vajra Rod, intricately carved with patterns and unknown weight.

This stone chamber could accommodate a thousand people. It was lined with stone bookshelves filled with books—some were paper-based, some were sheepskin scrolls, others had gold and stone inscriptions, and there were bamboo scrolls with an antique flavor. Besides, there were weapon racks filled with all sorts of swords, spears, axes, and hooks, all available.

Even more astonishingly, at the south end of the stone chamber, in the location related to fire, there was a large Pill Furnace.

It seemed that this ghost cultivator used it for alchemy.

Moreover, not far from the Pill Furnace, there was even an ancient zither. This made the entire cave abode appear elegant, unlike a dirty ghost cultivator's dwelling, but more like a reclusive literati's retreat.

At this moment, the young and beautiful woman stood at the center of the cave abode, filled with vitality, her eyes gleaming with a fierce light as she suddenly exclaimed, "Who is so bold as to intrude upon my Crescent Moon Cave abode?"

The Ghost General panicked at the sight and immediately waved at the woman, signaling, "Mingyan, don't act rashly; you're not his opponent."

Wang Xiaoqiang's eyes fell on the woman, discovering that this woman named Mingyan was indeed quite attractive. Compared to Little Mei, she was even more beautiful by a few degrees, and she didn't look like a ghost cultivator at all, resembling more a human cultivator, with her elegant appearance bearing some literati qualities.

This was somewhat surprising to Wang Xiaoqiang. He extended his Divine Sense to scan and found that her cultivation base wasn't weak, having reached the Ghost General Level. However, compared to this round-faced, large-eared Ghost General, she was still inferior, so Wang Xiaoqiang had no reason to be afraid. He glanced at her playfully and asked, "Who is this woman?"

"She is my daughter, named Mingyan. Please, don't kill her. She's not a ghost cultivator; she's Human Tribe, no, she has half Human Tribe blood." The Ghost General explained, panic-stricken and incoherently.

"Half Human Tribe blood, so you claimed a Human Tribe woman?? And bore such a half-human, half-ghost daughter?..." Wang Xiaoqiang stared at the Ghost General, suddenly enraged, his eyes alight with killing intent.

The Ghost General was indeed utterly spineless. Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang's murderous intent rising, he again fell to his knees before him with a thud, voice trembling, "Please forgive my crimes." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my largest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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