邪神之道 B1

鬼王

Upon entering into the Ancient Mausoleum of Ling Zang Mu Ye Gui Feng looks around him. This place is similar to the Nine Dragons' Vault. It exists in a pocket dimension.

Each person upon entry into the mausoleum is said to be randomly teleport into a different part of the tomb. Despite this being a tomb it never the less is quite different from what Ye Gui Feng had in mind.

There was actually an illusory sun within the skies of this realm. Something like this could have only been created by a practitioner that's half way to true immortality.

The place that Ye Gui Feng is currently standing in is an area that's filled with poisonous greenery. It was a humid swamp like region with wet grounds that can easily make one slip.

The plants here are man-eater plants that can easily swallow a person whole. But their digestive speed is quite slow.

From within his storage bag Ye Gui Feng takes out a poison immunity pill and swallows it. This is one of the items given to him and the other disciples for survival.

The air here is filled with poison and it was quite difficult to see through it for the average person.

Despite his eyes being slightly sharper than others even Ye Gui Feng finds it somewhat difficult to navigate out of this poison filled swamp through vision alone.

"..."

Even while on the move Ye Gui Feng constantly looks for other cultivators. He wanted to get rid of these ghosts that are in possession of his body as soon as possible.

Had Ye Gui Feng known that converting his magic energy into demonic energy would have caused this then he wouldn't have done so until he found a way to deal with these ghosts.

"Oh?"

After an hour of walking Ye Gui Feng finally found a person. Their attire is that of an orange set of robes. It was someone from the Heretic Sword Sect.

Instantly Ye Gui Feng's eyes turn vicious as he kicks off of the ground and approaches the person.

"It's him...!?"

The disciple from the Heretic Sword Sect opens his eyes wide in shock upon seeing Ye Gui Feng coming at him from a distance.

Reaching a hand out to grab the disciple from the Heretic Sword Sect Ye Gui Feng readily causes the dark mist around his body to tremble.

The moment Ye Gui Feng's hand catches the Heretic Sword Sect disciple by the throat these ghosts invade the body of the practitioner within an instance!

"Ahhhh!!!!"

The miserable scream that comes out of the sect disciple's mouth was so loud and tragic that it reaches even those that were a few thousand miles away.

This harsh scream made every single person stare into the distance in shock.

"What could have caused that scream?"

"This place is indeed dangerous..."

"Is there some monster walking around?"

"I shouldn't stay here too long..."

In less a minute Ye Gui Feng drops the sect disciple in his hand and tosses them aside like a sandbag before moving on.

"Ah it's becoming more... Quiet..."

There have been documentations in the past that even a kind hearted person will become more and more twisted upon walking down the path of demonic cultivation for one reason or another.

Ye Gui Feng who had been annoyed to death by the constant whispers of the ghosts that surrounds him had completely snapped as he hunts down more and more enemy sect disciples to get rid of these ghosts that are currently possessing his body.

Within a few hours Ye Gui Feng had made it out of the poison swamp. While on the move he consumes some fruits that are in his storage bag.

For the next week of his time here in the mausoleum Ye Gui Feng didn't spend any time to look for treasures.

Similarly to a starved predator Ye Gui Feng only hunted other sect disciple. If these sect disciple were close to a treasure trove Ye Gui Feng would approach the trove and collect all the spoils since it was just left there for the taking.

As for the sect disciple's storage bags Ye Gui Feng would also take them.

It didn't matter if one's cultivation base is at the late stage of the Foundation Establishment realm or not.

Once Ye Gui Feng had set his eyes on them they were tormented by the ghosts that surrounds him.

Despite no one dying from being tormented their brains had suffered quite a lot of mental damage that caused them to seek help by crushing a jade slip to escape into the outside world.

Some people had even seen Ye Gui Feng in the act. His smile when he torments others using the ghosts that possesses his body is absolutely terrifying causing those that are watching to shiver before making a run from the scene.

Those that were lucky to have escaped would transmit messages back to their fellow disciples of the same sect, warning them to avoid Ye Gui Feng at all costs.

Over the passage of time within the Ancient Mausoleum of Ling Zang Mu Ye Gui Feng has struck fear into the hearts of many causing others to give him the title Guǐwáng (鬼王 Translation: Ghost King).

Just like that two weeks quickly pass by until Ye Gui Feng had finally gotten rid of most of the ghosts that possesses his body.

"*Sigh* this is... Nice... I never thought that the idea of taking a nap could be so... So wonderful..."

Ye Gui Feng finds an opened area beneath the shades of a tree to rest at. His body from the neck down is covered by a blanket. He rubs the cold laps of Xiao Ju Hong with his hand before placing his head down with his eyes closed.

The coldness of Xiao Ju Hong's laps along with the warm rays of the sun that comes from above is absolutely comforting.

Along with the sweet aromatic scent that comes from the red chrysanthemum that is growing out of Xiao Ju Hong's head Ye Gui Feng quickly finds himself slipping into a comfortable rest.

Ye Gui Feng has waited long for this nap and upon finally achieving it he can't help but shed a bit of tears through his closed eyelids.

Hours go by while Ye Gui Feng rests within this comforting environment.

"So that's the Ghost King..."

"Y-Yeah..."

It is on this peaceful afternoon day within the mausoleum that 20 sect disciples saw Ye Gui Feng asleep.

These sect disciples are all hiding behind trees or bushes. Each of them are made up of disciples from the other four demonic sects.

All of them are gnashing their teeth while looking at Ye Gui Feng who is peacefully asleep.

Some of them had even seen their fellow brothers and sisters of the same sect being tormented during the first few days of entry.

This entire group is filled with pure hatred towards Ye Gui Feng. The number of disciples that had fallen in his hands has already exceed twenty.

"He doesn't just hunt other disciples. He takes their storage bags and the spoils of any nearby treasure trove. This bastard's storage bag is sure to have plenty of magical items."

For the sake of vengeance and for the treasures within Ye Gui Feng's storage bag the entire group of 20 made up their minds to attack the sleeping Ghost King.