The Oil Pot Ghost Market, a place with its own unique charm.

Chen Xu rewarded two Red Vermilion Robes to the Tray Ghost, then released the Mud Ball Daoist Soldier, ordering it to carry a bundle connecting it to the Profound Nether Ruins.

Finally, he cast the Netherworld's Unbreakable Divine Power, with the Mud Ball Daoist Soldier following the Tray Ghost into the Oil Pot Ghost Market.

Chen Xu himself took Little Mouse and Wei Yuan down the mountain.

The appearance of the Mud Ball Daoist Soldier made the Tray Ghost more respectful towards Chen Xu. This puppet technique isn't particularly rare, but to wield it with such finesse as Chen Xu does is truly remarkable.

What the Tray Ghost didn't know was that Chen Xu's Mud Ball Daoist Soldier was capable of growth.

Its strength will increase along with Chen Xu's growth in power, which is why the Tray Ghost can sense an unusual spirituality and divinity from it.

However, the Mud Ball Daoist Soldier's initial material is still somewhat lowly.

If this Daoist Soldier is to continue growing, new spiritual materials must be added, and it must undergo a second, third... or even multiple refinements.

As for which new spiritual materials to add, Chen Xu currently doesn't have a clear goal.

Items like these sometimes rely on opportunity, requiring patience and waiting.

The small Mud Ball Daoist Soldier holds a long spear, following the Tray Ghost into the Ghost Market like a finely crafted divine statue.

Moonlight simultaneously illuminates the mortal world and the netherworld. Chen Xu is in the mortal world, yet his divine thought penetrates the barrier between life and death, following the Daoist Soldier into the netherworld.

He is indeed multitasking.

This feeling is quite peculiar.

The world of the dead appears to be before him, yet is not truly present.

He walks with Little Mouse and Wei Yuan through the mortal world's path, while the Mud Ball Daoist Soldier and the Tray Ghost traverse the netherworld's path.

These two paths seem to overlap, but clearly exist in two distinct spaces above and below.

Chen Xu has always believed that the netherworld and mortal world are inherently interconnected.

Now, with this peculiar experience of multitasking, he gains a more precise understanding of this world.

The netherworld and mortal world, though interconnected as one, actually split into two levels.

The mortal world is on the upper layer, while the netherworld seems like an overlapping layer beneath the mortal world, half real and half virtual.

Therefore, a barrier exists between the two realms.

If the netherworld is likened to a layered map, then the mortal world would be the base color of this map.

Thus, they are both separated by a barrier and yet are one—

Saying this is complex and convoluted. In reality, even if one can see through it, it is... indeed still complex.

Chen Xu silently comprehends, feeling his mastery of the "Netherworld's Unbreakable" divine power growing ever more proficient.

He feels a wonderful sensation akin to solving a puzzle, a thrill of unraveling mysteries that makes him want to delve deeper with every thought—it's an enchanting experience.

Until Little Mouse Ah Shi once more slips out from his sleeve, poking its little head through his cuff and says:

"Scholar, the Daoist Soldier disappeared, and that ghost is gone too. Why did you release the Daoist Soldier and have it follow that ghost to the Ghost Market for business?

Do you also want the Ghost Technique Qi Group from the Ghost Market?"

Chen Xu, walking under the moonlight, has completely descended from the mountain path.

He arrived at the foot of the mountain, yet sees the mountains stretching further ahead, the undulating foothills revealing distant villages.

Truly, every mountain has trees, beneath the trees are villages, beside villages are roads, and along the roads are ever more mountains...

How could ordinary folk ever traverse these abundant mountains?

Chen Xu leisurely answered Little Mouse, "I do want the Ghost Technique Qi Group, and I quite enjoy doing business."

"Enjoy doing business?" Little Mouse blinked its big eyes, tilted its head and said, "Doing business seems interesting, I want to enjoy it too!"

Chen Xu then laughed.

He did not actually enjoy doing business.

It's merely him teasing the Little Mouse.

Meanwhile, in the netherworld unseen by Ah Shi and Wei Yuan, the Daoist Soldier and Tray Ghost have arrived at the front of the Oil Pot Ghost Market.

A huge oil cauldron stands before the tall gate of the Ghost Market, and crowds of ghosts jump into the cauldron, sizzling sounds abound, some ghosts leaping out wailing in panic.

"Ouch! It's hot! It's killing me, I won't fry anymore, or my bones will be mush!"

The oil cauldron boils, ghosts jump in, while others scramble out.

Those frying longer receive a heap of Ghost Coins descending from above, laughing joyously;

Others who fry briefly cannot endure it, scrambling out without earning many coins, while also being mocked.

Beside the oil cauldron, just as the Tray Ghost mentioned, several betting games are ongoing. The crowd of ghosts is engaged in lively wagering.

The Tray Ghost follows Chen Xu's previous instructions, taking out a hoard of private Ghost Coins, a full hundred taels of ghost silver, betting that the Daoist Soldier can last in the cauldron for more than a quarter-hour—

Those exceeding a quarter-hour are considered winners.

Daring to bet on the winner, with a hundred taels stake, losing would mean paying a thousand taels of ghost silver, winning earns a thousand taels.

Currently, the Tray Ghost is arguing with several old ghosts at the betting table.

An old ghost provocatively said to the Tray Ghost, "Wow, you're betting big, aren't you afraid you won't be able to pay and be disassembled into a thousand taels of ghost silver?"

The Tray Ghost mouth agape, sneering:

"My family will lose? I think you should be the careful ones, so you don't fry into crispy dough if you can't pay a thousand taels of ghost silver!"

The cauldron at the Ghost Market gate is also a mystical object.

Any who set up betting tables beside this oil cauldron, whether bookies or gamblers, must abide by predetermined rules.

Whoever defies these rules will instantly be sucked into the oil cauldron, directly fried to death.

So far, no disruptive ghost has managed to escape the cauldron's punishment.

This is one of the features of the Oil Pot Ghost Market.

In the netherworld, any Ghost Market that can persist long-term must have its rules.

Therefore, the Tray Ghost and the old ghosts at the table bicker childishly, engaging in verbal skirmishes.

"You, hmph, let's just watch from the sidelines with a theatrical script!"

"Wait and see, you just better hope..."

Hey, the Daoist Soldier leaps into the oil cauldron.

Sizzle, a sudden rich aroma wafts out, a smell that, a wonderful scent arises from the encounter between dough and hot oil!

Intense, domineering, spreading the fragrance of oil.

Combining with the scent of grains, in an instant, it evokes every memory regarding taste buds among the surrounding ghosts.

Indeed, many ghosts have never tasted anything so dominantly fragrant in life.

They don't even know what such intense aroma is called, only that they are almost senseless from the fragrance.

A thin, old ghost arguing with Tray Ghost opened its mouth, and drool flowed like a brook.

"Aromatic! Tsk, how—how can it be this aromatic?"

"Where did this scent come from? How can something so fragrant exist? I really want to eat it, gulp..."

That was the sound of swallowing saliva.

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