Chapter 122: Jing Cultivator, Zhao Cultivator

The purple-clad female ghost held her head in her chest and suddenly laughed toward the sky; the fishy, fresh blood gushed out from her severed neck and mouth and nose like a spring gushing from the cracked ground, unable to stop, which was quite terrifying.

This scene happened in an instant.

She raised her severed head high and suddenly brought it close to Chen Hang's face!

The veins on her face curled and bulged, forming a ferocious and resentful expression, her pupils left only a forest-white eye white, almost bulging out of her eye sockets.

And at the same time, the group of ghosts also swarmed up from all around.

One terrifying black shadow after another, either twisted, or hateful, or bloody, were all filled with yin Qi, making one's hair stand on end and scalp numb!

"Young master, aren't you hungry? Why don't you eat the blood food?!"

Miss Ziying laughed sharply toward the sky, her black hair dancing wildly like snakes.

The evil ghosts all around bared their fangs and brandished their claws, rolling up a mighty yin wind, a piece of miserable clouds and tragic mist!

"Many thanks for Miss Ziying girl's kindness, but I am a Jing cultivator, so I don't use blood food."

Amidst the gathering and howling of these resentful souls and evil ghosts, Chen Hang stood calmly in place, his figure not moving in the slightest.

Only gazing faintly at the ghost holding her head before him, his eyes like an ancient well in an abyss, without waves.

For a time.

Miss Ziying was actually made to feel flustered by this gaze.

She awkwardly retracted her raised hands and held her head again.

"Miss Ziying girl is naturally beautiful, why use such means to humiliate yourself? Seeing this, I cannot help but feel regret."

He smiled slightly and said:

"I am a person who truly cherishes beauty and pities jade, and I hate seeing beauties abuse themselves like this; girl, you should not be so naughty."

Chen Hang took a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it forward with a smile.

Seeing that face with exquisite features like a painting move closer to him.

Even though Miss Ziying still had doubts in her heart, she couldn't help but feel her cheeks burning, hurriedly putting her head back on her severed neck, and awkwardly took the silk handkerchief he handed over...

These ghosts in the world, in terms of having intelligence or not, are divided into spiritual ghosts and murky ghosts.

Spiritual ghosts take guarding one true nature as the foundation, having already removed their delusional nature, preserved their positive nature, and conformed to pure form.

They can recognize characters, understand education, understand customs, and know yin and yang.

Such ghosts are actually no different from living people.

As for murky ghosts.

They are like the group of ghosts in the market dressed as villagers, their nature and spirit unopened, without foundation or heart, their schemes not apparent.

Their actions are absurd and constant, like birds and beasts...

And in the cultivation of the Nether Ghost Dao, there is a distinction between "Zhao cultivator" and "Jing cultivator."

Zhao cultivators like to enjoy the blood food of living beings and can use it to increase their cultivation and nourish their magic power.

They walk the path of gathering the Qi of the three punishments and seven killings into one body, gathering the five evils to reach the realm of the original true spirit, and cultivating boundless resentful Sha great divine powers.

Jing cultivators strictly adhere to the principle of "danger, subtlety, essence, and unity."

Guarding the three ones, guarding Gengshen, containing truth and spirit, externally gathering the essence of heaven and earth, internally gathering the innate original Qi, which is refining Qi to combine with form, without things and without attachment.

Finally, they hope to cultivate to the realm of great freedom and great ease where there is no yin and yang and form is not restrained, form is not restrained and form can be forgotten.

Only spiritual ghosts who have given birth to intelligence can cultivate the Nether Ghost Dao.

Choosing one of these two paths, from ghost to zhen, from zhen to xi, and from xi to yi...

Since this purple-clad female ghost got off the sedan, her whole body had always been a lingering, murky, fishy stench, coupled with the hearts and spleens piled on the round plate, clearly a "Zhao cultivator" who enjoyed blood food.

Chen Hang originally intended to remove this ghost after killing Yan Ping.

But he happened to hear the name Xu Zhi, who was also among the meat goods she mentioned.

Although Xu Zhi seemed not to have entered the Earth Abyss.

And never had the intention of gambling his life for wealth.

Chen Hang still temporarily suppressed his killing intent and dealt with this ghost in a perfunctory manner...

And another place.

Miss Ziying's heart was actually extremely complex.

Chen Hang's Qi signature was the same as a ghost, without a doubt, and she couldn't detect any mistakes.

But in these few days, the number of orthodox immortal Dao cultivators entering the Earth Abyss was quite large, and it was possible they had some means of changing their appearance...

Even in the human pen, they had already caught a full few grade-A meat goods.

The reason she suddenly manifested a fierce ghost appearance just now to terrify his mind.

Was because yesterday she had relied on this move to scare a Foundation Establishment true cultivator who used a talisman artifact to conceal his Qi signature, making him lose his mind for a short time, and unable to hide his tracks.

Even if a person's heart was firm, suddenly seeing a blood-weeping ghost face close to their face, they would be slightly shocked, and when the Qi signature operation paused, leaking the smell of a living person.

Even if it was just a wisp, it was enough for the ghosts to detect the abnormality.

But this person's expression was always calm and breezy.

Not only was he not chaotic, but he also took the opportunity to tease her, making Miss Ziying feel at a loss, almost moved in her heart.

"Young master, my young lady is about to get married; if you have nothing to do, why not go to the mansion to drink a cup of water wine?"

After pondering for a moment.

Miss Ziying's lips curled slightly, and she smiled:

"Young master, since you are here for the first time, you must pay a visit to the two ghost Dao elders; after the wedding banquet, this slave will personally request the young lady to bridge the gap for you and introduce you? How about it?"

"I don't know when the young lady's wedding date is set?"

Chen Hang pondered for a moment before asking.

"It will be in three days, it will definitely not delay the young master's big event."

Miss Ziying said delicately:

"It is not that this slave is boasting, a person of such elegance as the young master, Lord Shanhu and Madam Madam Feihua Granny will definitely be happy when they see you. With the appreciation of these two elders, I dare not say the future is great, at least in cultivation, you won't have to worry about external things anymore."

"It's just... I have nothing of value, I'm afraid I can't take out any valuable congratulatory gifts to offer to the young lady."

Pretending to hesitate for a while, Chen Hang sighed and said.

And these words of his also dispelled some of Miss Ziying's doubts.

If this man was truly an immortal Dao person, I am afraid he would definitely not easily take risks and venture into the mansion to attend the wedding banquet.

And as for asking the young lady to bridge the gap and introduce him to Lord Shanhu and Madam Madam Feihua Granny, that would undoubtedly be seeking his own death, entering the tiger's mouth.

"Not wealthy, and very unfamiliar, should be correct... this one is probably created by murky yin, and has only just manifested."

Miss Ziying thought to herself.

And in this way, Chen Hang's claim that he was a "Jing cultivator" and did not eat blood food was ten to nine, not a lie.

After all, newly born spiritual ghosts mostly hadn't experienced the wonderful taste of blood food; even she, after giving birth to intelligence, had eaten vegetarian food for several years...

Seeing the slight relaxation in Miss Ziying's brows, this change naturally could not escape Chen Hang's attention.

He lowered his eyelids slightly, feeling relieved in his heart.

Regarding the distinction between murky ghosts, spiritual ghosts, and "Zhao cultivators" and "Jing cultivators" in the Nether Ghost Dao, this was something he had seen from a side-door Dao book.

However, being able to bluff this female ghost for the time being ultimately relied on the help of the "Dispersing Scenery and Concealing Form Art" divine power...

"I don't know if it's the same name, or the real Senior Brother Xu Zhi... It seems only by personally probing can I solve the confusion."

Chen Hang shook his head secretly.

At this time, Miss Ziying was already directing a group of ghost servants to lift Yan Ping, who had been severed into a human stick, and carry him away, acting as if it were normal, like just taking away a piece of pork.

And the four limbs severed from Yan Ping were also disgustingly distributed by Miss Ziying to the murky ghosts in the village, causing the group of ghosts to scramble for food.

Clearly, the strength of this group of murky ghosts in the village was far stronger than Miss Ziying's group of spiritual ghosts, even Chen Hang had to be wary.

Miss Ziying treated them as birds and beasts, driving and using them at will.

But this group of murky ghosts in the village also obediently listened to orders, suppressing their ferocity, not daring to violate in the slightest, which was also a strange thing.

Seeing that Chen Hang seemed curious, Miss Ziying was not surprised, but did not explain, just smiled softly and invited him to enter the sedan together.

Chen Hang had already decided to find out the news of Xu Zhi's life or death, so naturally he would not refuse.

Smiling slightly, he carried Miss Ziying and pushed aside the gauze curtain, sitting inside.

Following a shout from the group of ghosts, a cold yin wind suddenly rolled up on the flat ground, and the golden-silk soft sedan flew up, fleeing toward the deeper part of the Earth Abyss.

After about half an hour.

The golden-silk soft sedan had not yet landed.

Miss Ziying in the sedan, however, was already blushing...

Even between her flowing eyes, there was a layer of damp mist, and she was quite restless.

For the sake of Xu Zhi's life or death, Chen Hang had barely restrained his usual temperament along the way, pretending to be a romantic and unrestrained person to get words out of her.

Although he had never tried the ability of words before, it did not mean he did not understand the art of speech between men and women.

In just a few words, Miss Ziying was teased until her face was red and her heart was hot, her soul turned upside down, revealing quite a few things.

If it weren't for a trace of reason guarding her spiritual platform, she would have loved to shake out everything in the mansion.

"This young master is very good-looking, outstanding among thousands; if I could have a good time with him, even if I died again, it wouldn't be a loss!"

She thought secretly.

And at this time, the ghosts carrying the sedan shouted in unison again, leveling the yin wind, and slowly descending from a high place, clearly not far from the mansion.

The young lady Miss Ziying served, although not very favored, was ultimately the offspring of Lord Shanhu and Madam Madam Feihua Granny; when she left home, she not only had dozens of powerful big ghosts to act as guards and servants, but also brought a group of servants and boys to do cleaning and errands.

Looking down from afar, it was a vast mansion with dense yin Qi, occupying a wide area.

Corridors and pavilions were arranged in rows, pavilions were tall and towering.

Wattle courtyards, stone slab bridges, herb buildings, bell and drum towers, everything was available!

"Wait!"

At this time, Miss Ziying spoke, as if she suddenly remembered something, hurriedly lifting the curtain and instructing the ghosts carrying the sedan:

"Don't rush back to the mansion, turn around, and take the young master to the human pen for a circle first!"

"Human pen?"

The group of ghosts all turned their heads in an instant, their eyes forest-white, and saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths, covering their bodies.

"This young master seems to be a Jing cultivator, and doesn't eat blood food..."

A ghost with a bare chest and a head as big as a bucket giggled, boldly leaning his body toward the sedan curtain, greedily saying:

"Good girl, don't you pity us for running around hard on weekdays, and want to let everyone eat some blood food? Heard that recently the young lady caught many immortal Dao Qi Cultivators from outside the Earth Abyss, called what Profound Heaven Sect?"

"Share one, share one for everyone to taste! The skin and flesh of cultivators are the most crispy and elastic!

Good girl, if you are willing to have a kind heart, we will remember your kindness for a lifetime!"

With the leader, plus the temptation of the cultivator's flesh and blood, the group of ghosts all shouted and clamored, their fierce appearances exposed.

Miss Ziying persuaded them with soft words a few times, but the group of ghosts still ignored her, the noise instead becoming louder, pressing down her voice with a rumble.

After a few times, Miss Ziying finally had a fierce face, her eyes cold.

She suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed a fierce ghost who was shouting the loudest like lightning, and with her five fingers together, she easily pinched the ghost's head to explode!

There was no red or white splashed out.

It was just a mass of yin Qi overflowing, circling once, and then dissipating in heaven and earth, without a trace.

A wisp of the dissipated yin Qi accidentally fell toward Chen Hang in the sedan.

He only sensed it slightly, and then the indifferent expression in his eyes became a bit solemn, slightly revealing some joy.

"So it can be like this? No... it should be like this!"

Chen Hang thought.

And after pinching the ghost who took the lead in making trouble, Miss Ziying stood up from the sedan with an expressionless face, her eyes bleeding, scraping a white, miserable yin wind, and walking step by step toward the group of ghosts carrying the sedan.

"What kind of lowly embryos are you, also worthy of eating the flesh and blood of cultivators? Don't lose your time!"

She laughed sharply:

"If you dare to make noise again, I will treat you all as dry snacks for guests, and let the guests chew and eat you! It just so happens that at the young lady's wedding banquet, this old lady is worrying about not finding enough dishes to treat guests! Don't seek your own death!"

The group of ghosts did not dare to look up, just trembling, like dogs with their tails tucked, not daring to violate in the slightest.

And when Miss Ziying turned back and saw Chen Hang looking at her with a smile, her face flushed, and she hurriedly wiped the pus and blood from her face.

"Young master, I am not usually like this, it's all this bunch of ghost killers..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, finally until it was as thin as a mosquito.

"Looks like it's about the second layer of Foundation Establishment, about the same as Yan Ping, and it's not difficult to kill."

Although he thought this way, Chen Hang remained calm on the surface, saying:

"How dare I, this small student naturally believes Miss Ziying girl."

The purple-clad female ghost groaned, covering her face with her sleeve, not daring to look directly.

Lotus skin cooks raw fragrance, milk made into wontons ghosts scramble to taste.

Two arms first broken and hung in the butcher shop, slowly cutting the fat thighs to make soup.

Cold wind rolling, blood water surging, skinning and exposing bones, breaking arms and snapping tendons...

The soft sedan slowly circled in the human pen.

Seeing Chen Hang calm and composed amidst the weeping, never revealing any emotion of pity for his own kind, just the disgust of ordinary Jing cultivators for blood food.

At this point, Miss Ziying finally temporarily put her heart down.

She smiled and invited Chen Hang into the mansion, placing him in a quiet room.

But even at this time, she did not forget to invite a few big ghosts to guard the door, in the name of guarding the courtyard, but actually to guard against him.

At night.

In the human pen.

Yu Wanchou's mind suddenly cleared, and she slowly opened her eyes; before her was just a swaying blur.

She laughed miserably, wanting to struggle to get up from the ground, but found that both arms had already been severed, and the heart-piercing pain entered her brain, making tears uncontrollably stream down her face.

"Yu Senior Sister, I just gave you a Blood Nourishing Pill to seal the wound; it's better not to move rashly for now."

At this time, a voice suddenly came from in front of her:

"Fortunately, you have already built your Dao foundation, and your physical body exceeds ordinary people, otherwise I would have no way to help."

"You..."

After being stunned for a long time, Yu Wanchou realized that the voice seemed to be speaking to her, not an illusion, real and unmistakable.

"Is it you?"

She raised her head and suddenly shed tears again:

"Chen Hang, how were you also captured by ghosts and locked in this human pen?" ===== CHAPTER 123 =====