"We're here—"
Yin Ghost Mountain resembled a demon's lair, shrouded in thick dark clouds, perennially devoid of sunlight. This was the result of too many underground Yin veins gathering heaven-earth Yin energy, which surged upwards into the sky.
This formed the phenomenon of dark clouds blotting out the sun. Even before entering the bounds of Yin Ghost Mountain, one could see translucent soul entities flitting about within.
Withered, lifeless vegetation brought an endless sense of desolation.
Yin Ghost Mountain consisted of over a dozen connected peaks clustered together, the highest reaching seven thousand meters. Looking up from below, one couldn't see the end.
Between the mountains, many collapsed stone huts and halls could be seen, built by cultivators who had come to explore. The historical traces weren't deep; they were merely temporary shelters.
Wang Yu surveyed the area but didn't find any inverted "mountain"-shaped structures. His gaze involuntarily shifted to Long Yiran.
She seemed to have anticipated this and said, "This is the place. The location isn't wrong. The reason we can't see it is definitely because it's hidden through magical means."
Wang Yu found this reasoning plausible.
He immediately sent his divine sense into the mountain bodies. The situation here was similar to the White Serpent Depression. With no cover, hiding within the mountains was most likely.
However... after a thorough search, Wang Yu found no cavities or signs of structures within Yin Ghost Mountain.
"Could it not be inside the mountains?"
"Hard to say. Yin Ghost Mountain has over a dozen peaks. We'll search them one by one. If we still find nothing, we'll go deep underground to observe the Yin veins."
"Alright."
Divine sense probing wasn't omnipotent. It was better to search up close using secret methods. The two companions truly stepped into Yin Ghost Mountain's range and immediately felt their minds turn cold.
A piercing chill seemed to bore into their brains. They had to use divine sense to resist this strange wind.
"This is **[Soul-Shaking Yin Wind]**, a special phenomenon formed by Yin Ghost Mountain's terrain. It's very suitable for Yin souls to inhabit and cultivate."
This time, it was Wang Yu's turn to explain. After all, this was a popular exploration site. The Listening Wind Pavilion's intelligence was relatively detailed.
"We're very likely to encounter other demonic cultivators next. Once we do, Array Master Long, don't hold back. Kill them directly."
Hearing this, Long Yiran shrank her neck slightly.
"Kill directly?"
"Of course. Have you forgotten what we're here for? What if we're followed, or if some big commotion attracts others, giving our gains away for nothing?"
"I understand..."
Seeing this, Wang Yu shook his head. The cultivators here were one thing; he was more afraid of triggering an anomaly like at Dongji Capital, attracting hegemonic powers. He couldn't compete with them.
Within the Heavenly Demon Bone Forest, many demonic cultivators practiced here, including those from major powers. They had broad knowledge. If the commotion was too great, it was easy for unforeseen events to arise.
While checking each peak, they would occasionally encounter low-quality traps set by fierce souls.
For example, a little girl in white crying by the roadside, suddenly turning around when approached, her face covered in maggots—not only scaring you but also wanting to eat your soul.
That was the reserved type. The bold type directly summoned hordes of Yin soul underlings, rushing over without a word.
Each Yin soul's shriek consumed the divine sense power of the two. Wang Yu activated the Ghost-Weeping Flute; the Soul-Devouring Yin Crows could counter these wild ghosts.
However, divine sense power recovered slowly, was consumed quickly, and was constantly eroded by the Soul-Shaking Yin Wind. Difficult to replenish, both accelerated their exploration pace.
After most of a day, Long Yiran's eyes still showed the golden ring form. She whispered, "Impossible... How could there be nothing?"
"Go underground and look?"
By now, all peaks of Yin Ghost Mountain had been searched, yet they had found nothing. Wang Yu had even entered the mountain bodies and wandered around. They were solid; absolutely no cavities existed.
"We can only go underground, observe the Yin vein trends, and then judge."
*Whoosh—*
Just at that moment, two late Foundation Establishment cultivators sped over from a distance, their target clear—Wang Yu and Long Yiran—with thick joy on their faces.
"Fellow Daoists, thank you! On this day next year, I will remember you!"
"What do you mean?"
While Long Yiran was stunned, a crescent moon mark shimmered in Wang Yu's eyes. The Moonlit Illusion Realm forcefully controlled one person. His right hand made a grasping motion, and a Grand Yin Hand dozens of meters in diameter grabbed the second person.
Without hesitation, he crushed them into a pulp. That person stared at Wang Yu in utter terror.
"You... you... are a Netherworld Spring True Disciple... I, of the Wan..."
Before they could finish speaking, their breath ceased. Wang Yu had read about these two in the Listening Wind Pavilion's intelligence—the Wan brothers of Venom Scorpion City, with a Core Formation ancestor above them.
Barely a third-rate power. The two were skilled in movement arts, their attack techniques surprisingly powerful, but defense was their weakness.
Only, being this weak was truly surprising.
Long Yiran beside him instinctively took a few steps back. She hadn't expected Wang Yu's identity to be a Netherworld Spring Abbey True Disciple, and so strong!
Wang Yu: "..."
He grabbed the other person, who was under the Moonlit Illusion Realm and constantly falling, and dealt with them the same way, crushing them directly with a Grand Yin Hand—an extremely brutal and savage method of killing.
It attracted more attention.
A red and a white stream of light arrived together. The Wan brothers had been fleeing the pursuit of these two, trying to divert the disaster, which was why they had said those words.
And the pursuers, without prior agreement, focused on Wang Yu.
"Impressive skill."
"What a handsome young man."
The newcomers were a man and a woman. The man wore mourning clothes and rode a black coffin. The woman wore wedding attire, her skin pale with a grayish tint, holding a red bridal veil in her hand, her gaze flirtatious.
"—The Red and White Twin Evils!"
"Oh, recognized."
The Red Evil lightly covered the corner of her mouth, pretending to be shy as she giggled. The White Evil wrapped an arm around her slender waist, boasting, "My wife, our fame shakes the Bone Forest. Your husband has put in considerable effort."
Seeing these two conversing as if no one else was present, Wang Yu frowned while sending a divine sense transmission to Long Yiran, informing her about these two.
Corpse Ghost Evil Arts, meaning dual cultivation of corpse and ghost... extremely unorthodox.
Two early Core Formation cultivators, powerful wandering cultivators capable of fighting late-stage experts—a bit beyond the standard.
Especially within the White Evil's coffin, Wang Yu could sense several zombies, among which was definitely the White Evil's bonded corpse, at minimum third-tier.
Thinking this, even holding the Heavenly Thunder Talisman Treasure was dangerous.
"Can't fight head-on. Find a way to escape."
Hearing the transmission, Long Yiran pressed her lips together, rapidly considering countermeasures in her mind.
She knew that once separated, this trust would vanish completely. Meeting again without fighting would be good enough; there would be no chance for the Archaic Heaven Soul Sect ruins opportunity.
Thus, her resolve was set!
"Brother Wang, I can borrow this place's layout to instantly kill one of them. Can you handle the other?"
Wang Yu's hand, which had been clutching the Lightning Tribulation Pill, suddenly relaxed.
"Truly?"
"—I stake my life on it!"
"Good. Array Master Long, target the White Evil with your method."
"Understood."
One must know, the most troublesome aspect of the Red and White Twin Evils was their combined force. If Long Yiran could instantly kill one, Wang Yu was confident he could deal with the Red Evil.
Divine sense transmission was extremely fast. Though they seemed to have discussed much, only a few breaths passed in reality.
The arrogant Red and White Twin Evils, after their intimate exchange, finally focused their gaze on the two.
"My wife, they are also a man and a woman~"
"Husband, one each."
"No. That female cultivator looks too plain. Your husband wants both."
"Together."
"Excellent."
Wang Yu's face darkened. The Glazed Soul Lantern appeared above his head first. This time, the grayish-white soul flame it shed was for defense. The Soul-Shaking Yin Wind of Yin Ghost Mountain was truly troublesome.
His right hand turned, and the Ghost-Weeping Flute was ready.
This action made the Red Evil's eyes shine brightly. "Husband, it's a ghost path magic treasure."
"Then let's seize it!"
The battle instantly erupted. Amidst rising ghostly mist, the Red Evil sat atop a bridal sedan. The sleeves of her wedding dress suddenly transformed into hanging red curtains; a gigantic phantom seemed to sit among the clouds.
Countless little Yin soul imps flew from those red sleeves, linked by iron chains, fiercely pouncing towards Wang Yu. His expression unchanged.
Bringing the Ghost Flute to his lips, the Yin Crow Ghost Domain expanded for a thousand meters.
Hundreds of Soul-Devouring Crows flew out with strange cries. Wang Yu coordinated with them, the perfected art combined with the music-killing array evolved from the magic treasure.
—Ghost Crow Soul-Devouring Melody!
"*Woo woo woo~~~*"
This technique barely reached the third-tier. True essence and divine sense poured out like a torrent. The moment the ghost horde and Yin Crows collided...
The Yin Crows, naturally possessing soul-devouring power, actually only fought to a draw, unable to truly suppress the Red Evil's methods. He couldn't help but be surprised.
Little did he know the other party was even more astonished by Wang Yu's strength. Not to be underestimated!
At the same time.
The White Evil attacked Long Yiran. Seeing Array Master Long with her eyes closed, concentrating as if gathering some ultimate move, he said dismissively:
"Little girl, you're merely a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Why resist this venerable one alongside that man? Why not ascend to bliss together with Bai?"
However.
The other party showed no reaction. The White Evil found it boring.
"General Gold, kill her. We can still defile the corpse~"
The black coffin opened. A third-tier Golden Armored Corpse leaped out, clad in golden corpse armor, emitting a soul-shaking roar!
At that very instant.
Long Yiran suddenly opened her eyes. While blood erupted from her entire body, she pointed towards the sky.
"Brother Wang, I found it!"
"*Boom—*"
A pitch-black, ink-like thunderbolt blasted down from the dark clouds, transforming mid-air into the shape of a thunderous black tiger, striking down at the White Evil.
The arrogant White Evil's expression turned to horror. An intense sense of crisis stabbed at him, making his hair stand on end. The thunderous black tiger was too fast, too fast for him to recall the Golden Armored Corpse.
He could only raise his bonded magic treasure, the black coffin, to block.
"*Sizzle—*"
The black thunderbolt formed a sea of lightning. The black coffin actually disintegrated directly. The White Evil's body turned to dust like wind, not even leaving behind a Golden Core.
The spreading thunderous aftershocks struck Long Yiran. Her aura instantly became as faint as a candle flame, and she plummeted towards the ground.
Wang Yu and the Red Evil's battlefield was also affected. That black lightning's damage to souls was explosively high. The ghost horde and Yin Crows were completely annihilated, not a single one remaining.
No time to mourn the loss to the Ghost Flute. Seizing the moment the other party's mind was shaken by the White Evil's death, Wang Yu activated the Heavenly Thunder Talisman Treasure without hesitation.
One of its three uses expended.
Pure Yang, pure rigid blue-white thunder descended from the sky, striking the Red Evil squarely. She immediately let out a sharp ghostly wail. The red sedan became tattered and broken.
Her entire body charred, constantly leaking ghostly energy, but her aura hadn't been extinguished.
The Grand Yin Corpse appeared beside him, bowing from a distance.
Yin Corpse Malevolent Curse!
**(End of Chapter)**