Chapter 93 - The Embarrassed Golden Core Elder Please Subscribe

Jiang Tang asked Eryao, and heard his parents’ screams of agony, “Ah, don’t beat me, don’t bite me.”

Upon hearing such desolate cries, this body became heart-wrenching, Jiang Tang couldn’t control it, the longing for his parents, the longing for his relatives.

He clutched at his heart, it was as if his heart was being wrenched!

The soul came from another world, but his flesh was still influenced by his parents and relatives.

Jiang Tang spat out fiercely, “Damn it!”

Eryao didn’t know what daddy had discovered, that pained expression, he could only explain.

“Daddy, in my ancient heritage, human souls that leave their bodies become black mist.

Once they cultivate to Condensing Form, they will look just like real people, possessing bodies, and those at higher levels will also ascend.

These black mists are those who haven’t reached the Spirit Movement Stage yet, who haven’t started cultivation, controlled in this space without the chance of reincarnation,” Eryao explained.

In his previous life, Jiang Tang had heard ghost stories, tales of how souls unable to reincarnate would drift across the world, becoming wandering spirits and ghosts.

Souls unable to reincarnate wandered around at midnight.

He had also heard that wicked people would descend into Hell, while good people ascended to Heaven.

It was merely a legend; who had actually seen a soul?

Even though people claimed disbelief, there was evidence to suggest otherwise.

Superstitious folk would burn incense and worship Buddha.

Claiming that immortals controlled the laws of nature – lightning, thunder, the sun, the moon, the stars, storms – the rules of Heaven and Earth.

Once, he was a second-generation wealthy heir who didn’t quite believe in these things.

But ever since he arrived in this world, he knew ghosts really existed, and that they could cultivate.

There truly were immortals, though he had heard no one had ascended for ten thousand years.

The use of magical treasures and cultivation techniques to fly wasn’t the same as being a true immortal.

A true immortal, he heard, could ascend to the heavens, dissolving their flesh and becoming celestial beings.

And they could protect the ordinary people of the world, bringing relief in times of disaster and distress…

But he hadn’t expected that after dying without leaving dreams for his relatives, they would end up as souls in the Hell Palace, constantly bullied by ghost cultivators, controlled by others.

“What?

Eryao, are you saying human souls turn into black mist when they die?

So that means all those clusters of black mist we saw are the souls of the deceased?”

“Yes, daddy, there’s a passage about this in my heritage,” Eryao nodded, the Dragon Ball on its head glittering as it did so.

“Eryao, can you help create rings of light to protect those black mists?

Is it possible?”

Jiang Tang felt that his own abilities might not be as high as those ghost cultivators’.

Ghost cultivators had already reached Condensing Form, while he was still at the peak of the Qi Refinement Realm, three major realms behind them.

Rushing out to save his family would be tantamount to suicide.

His hatred didn’t make him lose his senses; the bloody lessons had been learned too many times, having paid too much in tuition already, he would not foolishly rush out and be shattered like an egg against a rock, or tofu against a stone.

Just as Eryao had described, demonic beasts were also at the Nascent Soul Stage of human cultivators, the same as ghost cultivators.

Jiang Tang looked at those ghost cultivators; the Nascent Soul Stage was a realm he aspired to, and he didn’t know if he would be able to cultivate to that level in this lifetime.

If his friend Su Chang’an were here, he might be able to contend with those demonic beasts and ghost cultivators.

If Su Chang’an were faced with so many ghost cultivators, the vast number of them would prove troublesome due to their advantage in numbers.

But he had Eryao by his side.

Jiang Tang remembered that in the space just now, Eryao’s Thunder Roar and the Dragon Breath Fire it emitted were spells that both the demonic beasts and ghostly souls feared.

“Daddy, it’s easy.

I can cast Thunder Roar.

Those ghost cultivators will be afraid and let go of the black mist; I can capture all the black mist in a ring of light.”

“That won’t work.

When you used Thunder Roar before, I could hear the screams of my parents and relatives.

It was your Thunder Roar that woke me up.”

“This…” Eryao touched its snout with its claw, looking apologetic.

It realized why its master was upset when he woke up; it was because his grandparents had been frightened by its Thunder Roar.

“Is there another way?”

Jiang Tang felt that whether or not those black mists were his relatives, they couldn’t be harmed again.

After all, they were innocent souls.

“Only as you said before, daddy, envelop the clusters of black mist and then bring them together, keeping them protected so they won’t be used by those ghost cultivators as objects of cultivation.”

“What?

Ghostly souls are also used by those ghost cultivators as cultivation materials?”

Jiang Tang grew angry again.

No wonder he had heard the agonized screams of his kin; they were being bullied, tormented because they were ordinary souls without powerful protectors – scoundrels… He wouldn’t let them get away with this…

“Of course, just as strong demonic beasts can consume weaker ones, they require nourishment, which could be power absorption.

Likewise, souls can augment their spiritual strength.”

“Eryao, go protect the black mist first, then spray some fire at those ghost cultivators, let them taste pain.”

“Alright, daddy… yeah!”

Eryao cast spells, and in the gray sky, a light appeared.

The shadow of a dragon in the sky, spraying beams of light that fell upon the earth, covering the souls and black mist with rings of light, enveloping them within.

The sudden change in the sky caused the demonic beasts peeping from outside their caves to kneel, acknowledging the arrival of the Dragon King.

Even lions and tigers had to bow before him; the beasts felt an overwhelming pressure.

In this space where they reigned supreme, it might be their kind, but faced with a higher being like a dragon, they could only kneel and pledge allegiance.

Feeling the overwhelming pressure, the lower-ranked demonic beasts trembled in their bodies, prostrating and lying flat in the cave, daring not to move at all.

The previous thunder roars and flames had frightened them.

The ghost cultivators were bullying the black mist; the appearance of the dragon’s shadow, spouting water that turned into light rings, enclosed the black mist within.

They too were encased by the light rings, unable to break through and so unable to continue bullying the black mist.

“Ah…

Ahhh!”

The ghost cultivators didn’t want to be controlled; they exerted all they could to break the light rings, to escape from this place.

At the Mount Tai Sect Elder’s cave, a Golden Core Elder was casting a spell and performing a ritual, reciting curses and dancing non-stop.

Next to the incense, the Hell Palace Magical Treasure also danced under his spellcasting.

The Golden Core Elder controlled the demonic beasts within the Magical Treasure, as well as the ghostly spirits and ghost cultivators, intending to turn them into his puppets.

His own cultivation wasn’t high, but he wasn’t short on crooked methods.

A few years ago, for the Hell Palace, he had used underhanded tactics, causing a plague in a region filled with mortals, poisoning wild rats.

When humans had nothing else to eat, they would consume the tainted food left by the rats and die from the poison.

Elder Jin Da handily collected the souls of these deceased, utilizing them in the Hell Palace for his benefit.

Those with spiritual roots who had perished had their spirits collected by him as well.

Under his spellcasting, their soul cultivation rose higher and higher.

Some even surpassed their master’s cultivation level, but these spirits were under his control, constrained by his unorthodox methods.

The Golden Core Elder was aware of the many demonic beasts within the Magical Treasure; he directed the ghostly spirits to attack the beasts, increasing the number of souls at his command.

On the other side of the ritual platform, the Soul Summoning Bell Magical Treasure, after many days of the Golden Core Elder’s spellcasting, contained the rapidly cultivating spirits of Huang Chen and his five junior brothers.

They had reached the Spirit Movement Stage without having their own bodies, better than just a lump of black mist, continuously climbing in cultivation.

Suddenly, the Golden Core Elder sensed a change within the ritual platform’s Hell Palace.

Thunder roared unexpectedly within it, and the flames made the Hell Palace Magical Treasure glow red-hot.

The thunder caused the ritual platform to collapse, disrupting the Golden Core Elder in mid-spell, blood sprayed from his mouth and he ceased chanting.

He sat on the ground and took a Healing Pill and a Spirit Supplement Pill for himself.

“Ah…”

Huang Chen and his junior brothers within the Soul Summoning Bell heard the thunder, their spirits injured by the sound, writhing in agony inside the bell.

Thankfully, the thunder lasted only a moment or two, yet it still made things difficult for both Elder Jin Da and Huang Chen and his juniors.

After taking the pills, Elder Jin Da’s injuries healed, and his spiritual energy restored after a while.

He picked up the collapsed ritual platform.

Placing the Soul Summoning Bell and the Hell Palace Magical Treasure atop the fixed ritual platform, he found the thunder to be very strange and prepared to investigate its cause.

He then heard a call from the Hell Palace – a cry for help from the ghost cultivators.

Elder Jin Da frowned; had something abnormal happened inside the Hell Palace?

Had an outsider entered the palace?

He cast a spell to question the ghost cultivators, but they couldn’t explain what had happened, mentioning only a dragon and the presence of living humans.

“A dragon?

How could there be a dragon inside the Hell Palace Magical Treasure?”

Elder Jin Da had owned this Magical Treasure for many years and never experienced an incident like today’s.

Huang Chen and his junior brothers in the Soul Summoning Bell recuperated for a while.

Feeling slightly better, they were unaware of the events outside.

“Master, what’s happening outside?”

Huang Chen and his fellow disciples stood inside the Soul Summoning Bell, their spirits the size of thumbs.

Despite being so small, their original features were distinguishable.

“I don’t know what has happened.

According to your report, there’s been a disturbance in the Hell Palace.

The ghost cultivators are being controlled; a dragon has appeared.”

Elder Jin Da was quite troubled; he had been planning to control all the demonic beasts inside the Hell Palace and then insert Huang Chen and his brothers into it to use them as well.

The ritual that was supposed to take forty-nine days to complete was disrupted, and an anomaly had occurred in the Hell Palace.

He feared the situation within would spiral out of his control, and his plans for supremacy would be dashed.

After so many years of effort, he was on the cusp of establishing his dominion.

How could he allow the creatures inside to take control of the Hell Palace?

He had to subdue that creature and make it another puppet of his empire.

In a frenzy, he channeled spiritual power into the Hell Palace, all the while consuming pills to restore his spiritual energy.

Elder Jin Da’s hair was disheveled, and some strands had fallen, making him look haggard.

Right now, he couldn’t be bothered with his disheveled state; his only thought was to keep the Hell Palace secure.