Chapter 615: Chapter 379: Netherworld Bone Mountain Formation_2

“You scared them.”

Han Ruyan glanced at Su Jie; these fierce ghosts were all her subordinates.

“Hehe, my lady, you’ve refined the Ten Thousand Soul Banner so well. By the way, my lady, what level is your strength at now?”

Su Jie touched his nose and put away the Ten Thousand Soul Banner into his storage bag.

Once the Ten Thousand Soul Banner disappeared, the fierce ghosts present finally calmed down.

“I can kill a seventh-grade fierce ghost with a single hand.”

Han Ruyan said expressionlessly, her deathly still eyes unusually calm. If Su Jie didn’t know her personality, he might have thought Han Ruyan was being arrogant.

But on second thought, in life Han Ruyan was the possessor of the Heavenly Spinning Jade Light Body, ranked seventh among divine bodies, called the one whom all stars encircle, the pivotal mechanism of creation, the sovereign of gods and men, bearing authority over the Three Realms, ruling over all spirits.

After her death and rebirth as a fierce ghost, she was still the emperor among ghosts, with no peer at her level.

In terms of the Secret Realm, Han Ruyan was also quite invincible there.

“Husband, are there any more Primordial Spirit Pearls?”

Han Ruyan looked at the now transparent Primordial Spirit Pearls on the ground. Her strength had advanced to a seventh-grade fierce ghost in one step. The rush of fear energy absorbed for the breakthrough was addicting, and even as a fierce ghost, she was no exception.

“Not for now,”

Su Jie shook his head. There was no bottleneck for Han Ruyan to speak of, at least not at the current stage. As long as there was enough fear energy, she could easily ascend to a ninth-grade fierce ghost within a day.

“However, the next fierce ghost movie is being prepared, and five new Nightmare Parks have been built. Once they are completed, the fear energy absorbed will increase significantly. The only problem now is that these new Nightmare Parks lack a great number of fierce ghosts to operate.”

Su Jie’s tone changed as he spoke with a light chuckle, “On this return to the Tianyuan World, I’ll take care of this problem. Fortunately, I know where there are lots of fierce ghosts.”

“Heavenly Soul Sect.”

Han Ruyan, who knew the answer to this problem, was smiling with curved eyebrows.

Su Jie was stunned; he rarely saw Han Ruyan smile. It seemed this advance to a seventh-grade fierce ghost restored more of her emotions and desires.

Seeing the beautiful smile on Han Ruyan’s face, Su Jie moved closer and their lips met.

Hmm, the touch was even more real. He felt that once Han Ruyan ascended to the ninth grade, things would truly come to fruition.

During the kiss, Han Ruyan’s expression remained calm, but in the depths of her eyes, the trace of yearning grew deeper.

….

Ghost Ridge Palace Mountain Gate!

Nestled between the mountains, Ghost Ridge Palace was built upon the hillside, with pavilions, grottoes, Demon Refining Halls, Alchemy Pavilions, and spirit fields scattered throughout.

The aftereffects of the sect’s great war had faded, and now, many new disciples that had just joined were busy within Insect Valley and various buildings, serving as cheap labor.

Either they died as fodder on the road, or they distinguished themselves and advanced to become inner disciples.

Whoosh!

A roaring whistling sound came from the sky. Many disciples in Ghost Ridge Palace heard the sound, feeling the sun being blocked and everything turning dark all of a sudden.

“Who’s flying around up there?”

Many new Outer Disciples, who had joined the sect only a few months ago, were astonished. Only Elders were allowed to fly above the Mountain Gate area of Ghost Ridge Palace; ordinary disciples, even if they possessed the ability to fly or had Flying Spirit Birds or spirit poisons, were not permitted to fly over the gate.

As these disciples looked up, they were immediately struck dumb, seeing a huge shadow covering the sky.

It was a gigantic centipede, 150 meters in length, with a thick, purple-black insect shell tougher than reinforced metal by tenfold. Hundreds of huge pale human hands lined up on each side of its body, flying through the air like a moving floating mountain.

Boom!

The next moment, the Flying Centipede landed in front of the open ground at the Mountain Gate, with its body weighing tens of thousands of tons stirring up a gale. Many unsuspecting disciples were blown away, tumbling awkwardly around the perimeter.

This was still with controlled force; otherwise, the full-speed descent of the centipede could have shaken to death disciples within a radius of several hundred meters.

“What… what is that…?”

A young disciple who had been blown away and hung from the treetops for more than a dozen meters was terrified. Having just entered the sect not two months ago, he thought they were being invaded by an outside enemy, especially since the sect war had just ended not long ago.

“Fool, that is our Elder Su, Corpse Hand Man Slaughter, that centipede is the thousand-hand centipede, Elder Su’s mid-grade six refinements Lifebound poisonous insect.”

Next to him, a senior Outer Disciple gazed admiringly and eagerly, educating the newcomer thoroughly.

Su Jie descended from the back of the thousand-hand centipede, followed by Han Ruyan.

After storing the shrunken thousand-hand centipede, Su Jie, with the disciples’ awe-stricken gaze on him, walked toward the residence of the Sect Master with Han Ruyan.

An hour later, Su Jie’s request to meet was granted, and he met with Zhang Junwei, the Sect Master of Ghost Ridge Palace.

Zhang Junwei sat cross-legged on a cushion, dressed in black robes. To the uninitiated, he might appear to be just a gloomy middle-aged man.

But to Su Jie, who was at the third level of the Secret Realm and had a God Unification level Primordial Spirit, Zhang Junwei was like a boundless sea. Inside his body, tidal-like waves of spiritual power surged every moment, and that obscure spiritual power, like the undercurrents in the depths of the ocean, was vast and boundless. Once combat erupted, the heavens would collapse, and the earth would shatter.

“You’ve returned.”

As he looked at Su Jie, his eyes suddenly emitted two faint glimmers, and an overwhelming aura burst forth.

Su Jie’s cultivation of spiritual power circulated within him involuntarily, and his heart, lungs, and kidneys, now refined, shone forth with myriad beams of light, like three deities opening their eyes.

Besides, a faint spirit light was now glowing in Su Jie’s liver, a sign that the fourth internal deity was about to be cultivated.

And once Su Jie’s liver was also awakened as an internal deity, he would ascend to the fourth level of the Secret Realm.

“Not bad, as an Immortal Seed, you have not wasted these months’ efforts.”

Zhang Junwei’s mouth held a smile, and he suddenly reigned in his formidable aura, returning to his unremarkable demeanor.

“Disciple has never dared to slack off, diligently cultivating every day, striving to advance in strength to the peak of the Secret Realm as soon as possible, so as to better alleviate the Sect’s troubles.”

Su Jie bowed respectfully, the image of earnest commitment.

Zhang Junwei tapped on the table and said, “Enough, as an Elder of the Sect and the Hall Master of Puppet Hall, you are no longer a disciple. You should refer to yourself as ‘this seat.’ Get used to the change in your status. When you go out, you also represent the face of Ghost Ridge Palace, don’t let others make a jest of it.”

“Dis– this seat understands.”

Su Jie corrected himself promptly, and then saw Zhang Junwei’s gaze shift toward Han Ruyan behind him.

“This Yin Qi, has your Ghost Bride advanced?”

Zhang Junwei, who had seen much and was well-informed, had not cultivated ghosts himself, but with the cultivation of the Taoist Platform Realm, looking at Han Ruyan’s deadly still eyes, he still sensed some changes in her.

“Yes, Sect Master, the reason I came to you is precisely for this. I wish to leave the Sect for a while, planning to let my wife continue to grow.”

Su Jie sat cross-legged in front of Zhang Junwei, sharing his intentions.

As a Secret Realm martial force of Ghost Ridge Palace, Su Jie, like the Sect’s backbone, could not just leave without notice; he had to inform the Sect.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Junwei’s brow furrowed slightly, and he said gravely, “You want to leave now? The sect war ended only half a year ago, and your name is already on the assassination list of the Righteous Sects. If your identity is exposed, those Righteous Sects won’t let you return easily, they would go to any lengths to eliminate an Immortal Seed like you, and even those at the Taoist Platform Realm won’t be able to restrain themselves from taking personal action.”

“I know, Sect Master, I will be very careful,” Su Jie nodded slightly. He was well aware of his reputations in the outside world–since killing Wei Ji, the Immortal Seed prodigy, Su Jie had become known in the Righteous Sects, the thorn in their side.

Once his identity was revealed, he would certainly face a so-called righteous gang-up. By then, it wouldn’t matter if one was in the Secret Realm; even a cultivator at the Taoist Platform Realm would not hesitate to strike.

Just as Zhang Junwei said, leaving at this time was a great risk for Su Jie.

However, Su Jie couldn’t possibly stay in the Sect forever, and his cultivation at the third level of the Secret Realm gave him some confidence in self-protection.

Moreover, Su Jie only needed to visit Heavenly Soul Sect this time. He wasn’t planning to provoke the Righteous Sects. With the Seventh Grade Marrying Ghost and the Ten Thousand Soul Banner at his disposal, Su Jie felt that he could escape even if he encountered someone at the Taoist Platform Realm, keeping the risk within a controllable range.