He thought that the person under the veil was the beautiful girl he had been thinking about, but when he lifted it, he realized that she was not even a girl. The huge contrast left the Ghost King stunned for a moment, slowing down his reaction. At this moment, Wei Yuan's sword had already swung down.

The sword was surrounded by a thin and sharp wind, emitting a clear whistle.

The Ghost King only had time to instinctively dodge, avoiding his neck. But the Eight-Faced Han Sword had already heavily slashed across his face. Wei Yuan exhaled and shouted, spinning his body and slashing with the sword. The sword's edge tore through the ghost's ferocious face, directly splitting it in half from the bridge of the nose.

Wei Yuan landed and quickly stepped back to create distance.

"Ah ah ah! My face, my face!"

The intense pain brought the Ghost King back to reality. He covered his face and let out a mournful cry.

His face was already demonic, and now it had been cut open by Wei Yuan, making it even more hideous and terrifying. The Ghost King was already resentful of his current appearance because the heavenly maiden's appearance remained unchanged. Now, he was even more furious and almost driven mad by his own ugliness.

But there was another kind of resentment brewing in his heart that was even more unbearable.

Gasping heavily, the Ghost King covered his face and stared at Wei Yuan with red eyes.

"You came out of her room..."

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"No wonder, no wonder she refused me for a hundred years."

Wei Yuan held the sword and said, "It was just a matter of justice. I have only known the heavenly maiden for a few days."

He smiled and asked again, "Your wine is good. I wonder if you'll like my gift this time?"

Like igniting a fuse, the Ghost King rushed towards Wei Yuan with incredible speed, roaring madly:

"You're lying!!!"

Wei Yuan took a step back, holding the Eight-Faced Han Sword horizontally in front of him. The Ghost King's punches and kicks landed heavily, but Wei Yuan had already stepped back and evaded them. He stood to the side, and the broad sword body naturally pressed against the Ghost King's fist, guiding and dissipating the force.

He was already familiar with this sword technique. He had used it to slay demons and ghosts before, but now he found it extremely difficult to dissipate the force. Upon careful consideration, it was almost like trying to level a mountain with a small shovel. The technique of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds had its limits, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

With no other choice, he redirected the force and stepped back, avoiding the sharp edge.

With a step, he forcefully dissipated the force.

The ground beneath Wei Yuan's right foot was crushed.

The sword in his hand emitted a chilling aura as it stabbed towards the Ghost King's neck.

The Ghost King didn't dodge or retreat, allowing the Eight-Faced Han Sword to slash down. The sword couldn't even get close to his skin before black flames surged up, but they were not fire, they were water. It was the demonic aura accumulated in the Luo River for hundreds of years, transformed into a counterforce bow.

But the long sword clashed with it, producing a resounding clash of iron and gold.

A cold and eerie aura spread through the sword and into Wei Yuan's palm, almost causing half of his body to go numb.

Wei Yuan quickly retreated, but he saw the hideous crack on the Ghost King's face that he had just cut rapidly healing at a visible speed. He suddenly thought of what the heavenly maiden had said, connecting the evil aura of the ominous land with the ghost's body. As long as the demonic aura in the river continued, the ghost would never die.

The Ghost King crouched down, took out a huge horse-cutting knife, and spoke in a low and ferocious voice reminiscent of the grandeur of the Qin and Han dynasties:

"The vengeance for my father's death and the hatred for taking my wife will never be shared."

Wei Yuan shook his head and said, "I have only just met the heavenly maiden."

Raising the long sword in his hand, he said, "But demons who eat humans must be mercilessly slain!"

The Ghost King's eyes remained bloodshot, and he continued to angrily accuse Wei Yuan of lying. Holding his battle knife and surrounded by demonic aura, he charged towards Wei Yuan with brute force. Even bullets couldn't reach him and were dissolved by the demonic aura. Wei Yuan's aura sank, and the Eight-Faced Han Sword rang out.

The Lying Tiger Waist Badge appeared with a pale blue feather, exuding the residual demonic power of the Qin and Han dynasties' great demon, Jin Yu. The sword was filled with a pale blue aura.

The sword clashed with the knife!

...

At the Ghost Feast, the atmosphere was still lively, with the ghosts enjoying themselves.

Among the ghosts, a Taoist in a black robe sat alone, coldly watching the many demons and ghosts. Although he had the aura of a living person, he was the distinguished guest mentioned by the Ghost King, and the other ghosts dared not approach him. As a result, a large area around him was empty. He didn't mind and had a variety of food and drinks on the table, but he only held the wine cup and slowly drank, not touching any of the food.

He was still thinking about the heavenly maiden's unusual behavior.

After all, with his cultivation, he couldn't just let go of such a whimsical matter.

After drinking a cup of wine, he put down the cup and took out a special and extraordinary talisman from his sleeve. It had delicate patterns on it, forming the cloud script unique to their sect. It was a disaster-avoiding talisman he had obtained from his master, used for self-protection.

Feeling relieved, he continued to drink his wine, his eyes glancing at the demons and ghosts with disdain.

While drinking, the Taoist faintly heard a strange and familiar sound. He paused with the wine cup in his right hand and instinctively listened, carefully distinguishing the sound. The sound gradually approached and became clearer. The Taoist's hair, the hanging wine flag, and the large lanterns all swayed slowly.

He finally recognized what this sound was.

It was the wind!

The roaring wind swept over the mountain like a galloping herd of horses in the next moment. Suddenly, the voices of the demons and ghosts on the mountain ceased, as if their voices had been swept away by the storm. The lanterns went out with a crash, and in the boundless silence, a figure rushed forward as if riding the wind.

A demon was about to speak, but before he could, he saw a flash of cold light and lost his life.

Wei Yuan landed and took several steps back before stopping his momentum. Blood and qi surged within his chest.

The Eight-Faced Han Sword continued to resound with a sharp and clear whistle.

What a strong demonic aura!Seeing the Ghost King who was carrying the Jiangsha being slashed with sword marks all over his body, but still roaring and rushing towards him, Wei Yuan knew that the opponent still had demonic energy protecting him, and the wounds would quickly heal. He didn't bother to fight head-on, instead he quickly stepped into the group of demons and ghosts. In the next moment, the Ghost King was already roaring and rushing towards him.

His speed was unstoppable.

Wei Yuan controlled the strong wind and moved at an extremely fast speed, blending into the group of demons like a shadow.

Even the demons at the back didn't notice this scene.

Seeing the Ghost King, who was already drunk, the old woman and the other demons blocking his way, asked with a smile, "Master, you came out so quickly? Why not stay with the lady a little longer?"

"Time is precious."

"Haha, I think the lady is so beautiful and charming. If the master doesn't come out tonight, he won't be able to come out again."

It was originally a playful remark from a subordinate, but it poured oil on the fire and provoked the jealousy in the heart of the Ghost King. His eyes turned red, and his anger surged. Regardless of whether the person in front of him was his subordinate or not, he swung his sword horizontally and cut down the 'people' in front of him.

In an instant, those demons were chopped into pieces.

Amidst the horrified screams, the demons scattered, and the Ghost King roared and rushed towards the captain.

The demons along the way dodged, but there were always unlucky ones who were too slow and were either cut in half by the Ghost King's sword or burned to ashes by the demonic energy. These demons were not stupid. They sensed something unusual from the Ghost King's reaction and looked at the Lord of this ghost domain with a gaze that was not only filled with fear but also with a hint of pity.

They didn't feel this way before.

The white and blue lanterns were quite fitting for today.

Wei Yuan continuously tried to lead the Ghost King towards the group of demons, circling around the mountain. He had to buy enough time for the celestial maiden to recover and for the outside world to dig a canal. The power of the Feathered Bird had already been used to its limit, but the Jiangsha was too fierce.

Every time their weapons clashed, even though Wei Yuan's swordsmanship was far superior, the demonic energy still flowed into his body, causing his chest and abdomen to ache more and more, and a bloody and sweet taste had already appeared in his mouth.

He used his sword to deflect the battle sword again, and blood seeped from the corners of Wei Yuan's mouth as he laughed bitterly.

The buff from the demonic energy was too strong, increasing attack, defense, and healing.

The black-clothed Taoist was surprised when he saw Wei Yuan. He saw that the Ghost King seemed to be unable to catch up to him for a while, so he picked up a bowl of water, lit a stick of incense in mid-air, and held up a talisman, intending to use the bowl of water as a ritual altar and recite a spell.

A strong wind swept through, almost enveloping the entire mountainside, and the Taoist's actions couldn't hide from Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan couldn't let the opponent succeed after suffering from the curse of the evil Taoist before. How could he let the opponent succeed again?

With his right hand holding the Eight-Faced Han Sword, Wei Yuan barely managed to deflect the battle sword that was coming down with the help of the wind. With his left hand, he drew his firearm and fired three shots at the Taoist. The Taoist was still chanting in his mouth and hadn't reacted yet. With a crisp sound, the bowl of water in his hand had already shattered on the ground.

The other two shots were blocked, but the price was that two talismans on his body were burned to ashes.

The Taoist stumbled back.

His palm was cut open by the broken porcelain, and blood was flowing.

The Taoist was a cultivator, but he was still a mortal.

He hurriedly found a talisman to stop the bleeding and dissolved it in the water, stopping the bleeding. Just as he was about to take out another talisman, he saw that the disaster-avoiding talisman spontaneously ignited without any wind, burning at a visible speed. The Taoist's face changed, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

Calamity?!

At this moment, a burst of clear energy spread on the mountain.

The entire ghost domain was suddenly broken through.

................

The appearance of the clear and spiritual energy in this ghost domain naturally caused the domain to start to collapse.

The face of the Ghost King changed. The strong sense of oppression and the feeling of being on the verge of death finally restored some of his sanity. He looked up at the mountain and knew that he had to stop the celestial maiden on the mountain. He held his battle sword and was about to rush over when suddenly, the demonic energy around him weakened, and he felt a sense of exhaustion. Even his footsteps paused slightly, and a flash of light appeared in Wei Yuan's eyes.

On the waist badge, the long feathers of the Feathered Bird suddenly lit up.

A violent wind swept up, forming a visible green feather bird the size of a house beside Wei Yuan. It then transformed into a fierce wind and demonic energy, surging into his body. Wei Yuan's black pupils turned a strange shade of green, and he heard the resentment and unwillingness in the heart of the Feathered Bird, causing him to have a splitting headache.

At the same time, his power also greatly increased. He stepped forward forcefully, his right foot carrying a strong gust of wind as he stepped heavily on the Ghost King's chest, stopping his movements. At the same time, the two winds collided, creating an upward airflow. Wei Yuan leaped up suddenly, flipping over the Ghost King's head, and held the Eight-Faced Han Sword with both hands.

Then, he went all out and struck heavily!

The sword blade diagonally slashed from the left shoulder of the demon to his waist, leaving a wound deep enough to see the bones.

On the left and right sides of this ferocious sword mark, there were two slightly smaller but deeper wounds.

Just like the resurrection of the Feathered Bird in the Qin and Han dynasties, it dealt a heavy blow to the Ghost King.

Even the Ghost King, who was already powerful, couldn't bear such a severe injury. He let out a painful howl, and with a swing of his arm, his arm came crashing down like an iron whip. Wei Yuan only had time to block it with the Eight-Faced Han Sword in front of him before being sent flying, crashing into a wooden house and turning it into ruins with a loud crash.

The demonic energy invaded his body, and the power of the Feathered Bird surged. Wei Yuan's forehead almost sprouted feathers.

The Lying Tiger Waist Badge let out a low roar, retracting the demonic energy, stopping Wei Yuan from transforming into a half-demon.

But he couldn't help but cough up blood, his face pale.

This time, he had gone all out.

The Ghost King injured him, but also exposed his back to the celestial maiden on the mountain.

Wei Yuan struggled to sit up, leaning against the ruins, feeling the same sensation as the evil Taoist before, feeling the presence of the wind, but even stronger. He looked up and saw that the sky above the ghost domain seemed to be pressing down, as if there were invisible and terrifying things roaring and howling in the sky, causing his ears to almost ring.

Hoo--

The airflow began to flow.Wild horses, dust particles, the breath of life stirring each other.

It was as if children were stirring the water in a basin with their arms, as if an invisible hand was stirring the sky. Wei Yuan's hair swayed slightly, and he found it a bit difficult to breathe.

"What is this..."

Then—

A shockingly violent howl of the wind.

The thunderous drumming of the Thunder God!

An endless high-speed storm, enveloping the entire peak.

A storm vortex, so massive that it even surpassed the size of the mountain range, seemed to fall from the sky. It was wide at the top and pointed at the bottom, like an incredibly large iron cone, drilling down into this ghost realm. The boundless gale, the vast torrent, all avoided the injured captain, like pure white wind waves, rushing past Wei Yuan who was sitting on the ground.

Traveling eighty thousand miles in a day while sitting!

The grand scenery was mesmerizing.

Like ascending to the ninth heaven.

PS: Today's first update, a bit late, but the word count is sufficient~ Three thousand eight hundred words.

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