Chapter 114 - Huang Chen Enters Please Subscribe

The Golden Core Elder’s ritual had been underway for an hour when the site began to fill with a lot of smoke, like steam, which resembled the abode of Immortals.

At this moment, the Golden Core Elder stopped his chanting and ceased to shake the bell in his hand.

He placed the bell on the altar, brought his hands together in prayer, then spread his palms, drawing out the soul from the Soul Summoning Bell.

With a push of his palms, he sent these souls into the Hell Palace.

“Mā lī mā lī hōng, mā lī mā lī hōng,”

The Golden Core Elder began another barrage of curses as Huang Chen and his junior disciples entered the Hell Palace, where they found a strong red light.

Bathed in this light, their souls almost dispersed.

An external force enveloped their souls, forming a circle of light that drifted to the underground, concealing the souls.

Having completed these actions, the Golden Core Elder wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Family Head Huang,

“Your grandson has been successfully sent into the Hell Palace.

Whether he can grow stronger inside is now up to his destiny.”

Family Head Huang had been watching the Golden Core Elder perform the ritual, witnessing miraculous feats he had never encountered before.

Could it be that even Taoists could engage in such unorthodox practices?

Could these give him more power?

Family Head Huang even speculated whether the Golden Core Elder’s dealings with the Hell Palace had an ulterior motive.

He constantly felt he might be used by others, yet there was nothing he could do, for his grandson needed someone else’s help.

“Elder, is it possible for me to have a chat with my grandson?

He’s inside, and I’m outside, can we talk?”

“It’s possible indeed, but only with the help of this elder, because the Hell Palace is a sealed Magical Treasure.

Those who are not the owners of the Magical Treasure cannot communicate with the creatures or souls inside.”

“Please help me, Elder.

I just want to say a few words to my grandson.

Could you do me this favor?”

“Very well, I’ll grant you this favor…”

The Golden Core Elder’s lips moved silently as he chanted, casting a spell of Spiritual Energy on the Hell Palace.

Upon striking the Magical Treasure, it emitted a gray light.

“It’s done, but make it quick.

You can only say a few words or it might affect Huang Chen.”

“Understood.”

After nodding, Family Head Huang used a sound transmission technique and said, “Grandson, how are you doing in there?”

“Grandfather, you can talk to me?”

“I’m able to talk to you only because the Elder is helping.

You must be careful in there.”

“Right, right, earlier we were nearly dispersed by the light of the red moon.”

“What’s the situation inside?

Why is there such danger?”

“Master said before that the red light is the Spiritual Power that Demonic Beasts use for cultivation, while we are Ghost Cultivators who cultivate by night.”

“Then you must be careful inside.

Grandfather will come to visit you from time to time, and the Golden Core Elder has said not to talk for too long.

As you are weak now, do not go out and fight others; first cultivate your skills until they are strong.

Only then can you have a better future.

Learn from your experiences; do not simply challenge others.

When your abilities are still low, you must handle matters with a low profile.”

Family Head Huang wanted to advise being low-key, but realized this meant nothing to Huang Chen and did not want his grandson to feel upset after hearing it.

If it were in the past, Huang Chen would have dismissed such words; after all, he was a young master from a top-tier family, with strong backing.

But now it was different, having heard his grandfather’s words, he bowed his head inside the Hell Palace magical treasure.

“Grandfather, I understand, you can rest assured, I will become strong.”

“Mm, with that, your grandmother and your parents can rest easy.

As long as you grow stronger, our hardship outside will be worthwhile.”

“I understand, grandfather,” Huang Chen also heard what his master said inside the Soul Summoning Bell, about giving Spirit Stones to his grandfather.

He himself had also been asking home for Spirit Stones to honor his master.

Today, after hearing his grandfather’s words, he felt like a fool.

Money at home didn’t fall from the sky.

Why was it only him honoring the master?

After honoring the master, although he became the chief disciple and could order the other disciples around,

it came at a great cost to the family.

He didn’t understand before, but since becoming a soul, when he was filled with hate but couldn’t vent it, when he felt unsafe but couldn’t secure his own safety, all the protection came from his family members.

Even as a ghost, family members had to protect him.

Huang Chen’s previous arrogance, thinking he was something special, vanished after meeting Su Chang’an.

Su Chang’an looked just a few years older than him but had a much higher cultivation level.

What was there for him to be arrogant about?

After Family Head Huang sent a voice transmission, he handed a bag of snacks to the Golden Core Elder and exited the cave dwelling, leaving through the burrow as before.

No longer interested in wandering outside and knowing his Foundation Establishment cultivation made him vulnerable to be killed out there, he kept burrowing through the tunnels to return to his family.

Jiang Tang, since yesterday when he went out to cause a stir with Eryao and Little Blue Ox, realized that his cultivation was too weak to confront the ghost cultivators and demonic beasts outside.

After returning to the space, he ate a Vitality Flower to heal his damaged body and sent some red flowers to his relatives in the Black Mist to help them cultivate.

Soon he discovered that these red flowers really had an effect on the souls.

After just sending red flowers twice for his relatives to absorb, he was surprised to find that the souls in the two rings, after absorbing the red flowers twice, could actually cultivate into Spirit Movement even as mortal souls.

Becoming Spirit Movement, they were no longer Black Mist.

In the rings, there were little soul figures the size of fingers, from which he could make out their appearance in life.

Upon careful observation, he truly saw his parents—the parents of this body.

His body could feel it and also accept the memories of this body.

Recognizing his parents, he also recognized his fellow villagers.

Seeing the figures in the other ring, they seemed to be strangers.

Both men and women, the elderly and children, and even newborn babies were present.

Jiang Tang was infuriated as he thought about who was behind this conspiracy.

He was determined to find out and exterminate the perpetrator, preventing them from harming any more living beings.

Since those ghost cultivators were controlled by someone, surely they would know.

But all of the ghost cultivators in the Hell Palace had higher cultivation than him.

He could only practice harder, waiting for the day when he could confront those ghost cultivators.

He couldn’t rely solely on Eryao; his own strength was the most important thing.

“Father and mother, fellow villagers, congratulations on being able to cultivate,” he said.

“Son, your father and mother can cultivate now, we’re so happy,” Father Jiang Tang said.

“Son, you’ve worked hard,” Jiang Tang’s mother said.

“It’s not hard, as long as you can cultivate and protect yourselves in the future, we’ll all work hard together to go further on the Path of Cultivation,” he responded.

“Alright, our family will work hard together.”