Chapter 502

To be frank, as a malevolent entity, and moreover a ghost king, Yinlishan's appearance is quite gloomy.

At this moment, the ghostly aura around him had dissipated, and Yinlishan revealed his appearance.

His frame was slender, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, imposing great pressure.

Facing his gaze, Ye Zhangqing could only step forward and salute with clasped hands.

"Disciple Ye Zhangqing pays respects to the Grand Elder."

"Haha, you're the little Zhangqing, not bad, not bad—much stronger than my useless grandson."

He was very warm toward Ye Zhangqing, but upon hearing those words, Yin Xiaoshan behind him wore a speechless expression.

"No way, I'm already a ghost king—how can I still not measure up to this kid?"

However, he dared not contradict the old man's words, for the consequences were obvious.

With the battle now over, and at Yu Mo's shameless request, Ye Zhangqing ultimately agreed to prepare a meal for them.

He called it a welcome feast for Yinlishan's joining.

Yinlishan naturally looked forward to Ye Zhangqing's cooking, as did the many ghost kings beside him.

But before they could speak, Yinlishan spoke first.

"What are you all standing here for? Is everything settled? No need to stabilize the situation in Ghost Valley? Get going."

"Well, let's eat first before we leave..............."

"Huh???"

A ghost king was reluctant, but as he opened his mouth, Yinlishan gave him a fierce glare, forcing him to stay silent.

After driving off the ghost kings, he noticed Yin Xiaoshan still standing there dazed.

"What are you still doing here?"

"Well, I was thinking of attending to the old man nearby; it would be more convenient with me around."

"Convenient my ass, get lost."

"I'm your grandson—do I have to go too?"

"What do you say?"

Yin Xiaoshan also wanted to get a bite, but Yinlishan gave him no chance.

"Joke's on you—I haven't eaten yet, old man, and you're eating shit."

Soon after, Ye Zhangqing had prepared a tableful of delicious food.

Thanks mainly to Zhu Wu's help, it saved him a lot of trouble.

After a bite, Yinlishan's eyes widened—it was delicious, his eldest grandson hadn't lied to him.

Moreover, the meal greatly benefited Xiūliàn, even working on malevolent entities, which delighted Yinlishan even more.

It seems joining the Dao Yi Sect was the right choice.

Everyone ate happily; without Qi Xiong and the others, Yu Mo's six didn't have to fight over food.

That's how the world is: the strong and high‑ranking enjoy privileges wherever they go.

Take Yu Mo and company: since joining the meal‑gathering team, they've never had to scramble for food.

This is the privilege of Great Saint Realm Xiūliàn.

Yu Mo's six were eating in peace, while Qi Xiong and the others had just arrived at the Ghost Valley entrance, locked in fierce battle with the Huang Ji Sect members.

Seeing Qi Xiong and company approach, the Huang Ji Sect Grand Elder roared in anger.

"Qi Xiong, where is our ancestor?"

"Naturally, he rode a crane westward."

"You're asking for death."

Hearing Qi Xiong's words, the Huang Ji Sect Grand Elder flew into a rage, immediately clashing with him; though his anger flared, his strength did not change because of it.

Thus, after the fierce exchange, the Huang Ji Sect was still driven back.

Unwilling to accept the fact that their ancestor had fallen, the Grand Elder wanted to press the attack, but his junior brothers held him back.

"Senior brother, we can't fight anymore."

"I don't believe our ancestor has fallen."

"Senior brother, regardless of whether Qi Xiong speaks the truth, continuing the fight now is pointless; if our ancestor truly isn't dead, he'll naturally return, if................."

He didn't go on, but the meaning was already clear.

If their ancestor really died, what could they achieve even if they stormed Ghost Valley? Could they still stand against Yu Mo and the others?

At that point, they could only make the situation worse.

The most urgent task now is to stabilize the situation and prevent it from deteriorating further.

Under the urging of his junior brothers, the Grand Elder gradually calmed, glanced at the non‑pursuing Qi Xiong and company, and finally gritted his teeth and said.

"Withdraw."

The Huang Ji Sect gave up—as expected.

On the way back to the Huang Ji Sect, the Grand Elder suddenly received a transmission from Su Luoxing.

As soon as the formation connected, Su Luoxing hurriedly asked.

"What's happened? How is the situation now?"

Seeing Su Luoxing's anxious expression, the Grand Elder replied weakly.

"A crushing defeat."

"What did you say?"

"I said we lost."

"Damn it, are you a bunch of trash? You teamed up with Ghost Valley and still lost—can't even handle a mere Four Peaks disciple?"

Having heard that the Huang Ji Sect suffered a major defeat, Su Luoxing cursed angrily.

I was already in a foul mood, then got blasted with a sudden tirade of angry scolding; and besides, you damn it, you're the Sect Master of the Luo Xia Sect, I'm the Grand Elder of the Huang Ji Sect—what are you cursing me for?

He ignored it and cut off the Formation in one go.

Watching the Formation Light Curtain vanish, Su Luoxing on the other side was so angry his teeth itched.

"Really, a bunch of useless trash, they could even lose this?"

"Yang Xian."

"Shī xiōng."

"Go investigate; I need to know exactly what happened in Ghost Valley, quickly."

"Okay."

All I know is that the Huang Ji Sect suffered a major defeat, but I don't know exactly how they lost; Su Luoxing now just wants to find out why they failed.

As for Ji Wushuang's plan, he knows it; in his view, this plan has absolutely no chance of failing!

Of course, what Su Luoxing is angry about isn't the Huang Ji Sect's defeat itself.

After all, whether the Huang Ji Sect wins or loses makes no difference to Su Luoxing.

What truly excites him is this defeat of the Huang Ji Sect—could the next target be his Luo Xia Sect?

The Qing Yun Sect has already been beaten to ruin, while the Huang Ji Sect only suffered this major defeat—how much more have they lost?

"Hopefully the losses aren't too great."

At this moment, there's also someone who, like Su Luoxing, burst out in anger, currently inside the Mission Hall of the Dao Yi Sect, unleashing a barrage at the Formation Light Curtain.

"Senior Brother, I #￥%#￥%#%#"

Originally, Chen Ren was dispatched to find Qi Xiong and the others, so they could return quickly.

But now, Wu Shou wishes he could die from regret—it's basically him lifting a rock only to drop it on his own foot!

Right now I don't know when Qi Xiong and the others will return, but seeing him, he's really going to be busy to death.

Before, he was merely an acting Sect Master and also served as the head of the Law Enforcement Hall; now it's even better, with the Mission Hall also placed under his management.

There's nothing to be done—Chen Ren isn't here, so what should we do!

So, as soon as Qi Xiong got in touch with him, when he saw that familiar old face of Qi Xiong appear on the Formation Light Curtain, he immediately couldn't help but spout profanities.

However, facing the agitated Wu Shou, Qi Xiong, who had just eaten and was in a great mood, didn't take offense at all; on the contrary, he laughed and teased.

"Yo, Second Junior Brother, your spirit is great—nice, nice; only then can I relax and entrust the Sect's affairs to you!"

"My name is Ni Ma ￥%#……#￥%……￥%……"

You listen to what kind of nonsense this is, and you still hand it over to me—do you know how I'm spending my days these days?

The Sect's affairs aren't finished before the Law Enforcement Hall's matters arrive; the Law Enforcement Hall's affairs aren't finished before the Mission Hall's matters come up again—damn it, do they even give anyone a chance to breathe?