Let You Speak So Rashly

Little Fatty was burning with anxiety and didn't dare touch the walls formed by the black mist.

He was genuinely scared to the point of losing control. As for what would happen to him next, he had no idea...

The other Human Race cultivators had already clashed with the Dole Ghost King. Once the situation settled, neither side would let him off the hook.

It was one thing when he had no hope of escaping; however, now a golden opportunity lay before him. Not only could he possibly flee, but amidst the chaos, he might even manage to sneak into the Purple Firmament Dao Lord's Seated Transcendence Land.

His dear senior brother in front of him actually had a map!

Letting this chance slip away would be even worse than killing him.

Just when Qin Yang was halfway out, he suddenly paused, turning to stare at Little Fatty, who looked at him with eager eyes.

Whatever promises had been made earlier, Qin Yang had dismissed them as nonsense. That last claim of being well-informed, no matter how much exaggeration was involved, was still more believable than anything he himself could say.

He had only been in this world for a year. The knowledge he had amassed was mostly thanks to corpses. He had instantly grasped a lot of things...

Of course, that was a bit awkward. He was severely lacking in breadth of knowledge. If it came to talismans, Qin Yang would definitely qualify as a genuine talisman master, with profound research on the basics and a deep understanding.

But when it came to topics requiring extensive experience and knowledge, he genuinely fell short.

After all, he had never come across an encyclopedia...

"Senior Brother Qin, I also know how to seek dragons and ascertain geomantic omens, and I'm especially good at grave digging…" Little Fatty continued to prattle on about his usefulness...

Qin Yang turned back, looking at Little Fatty with a sigh.

"I truly appreciate your shamelessness. You don't need me to save you; you can escape on your own, right?"

"Don't say that, Senior Brother Qin! I'm really at my wit's end this time. I don't have any way to escape here. This poisonous creature is the Bone Eating Worm, as fine as dust. There are just too many of them gathered here, not to mention they're fearless. If they get provoked, it's bound to be a fight to the death! I truly have no solution—aside from a special control method, only treasures like the Blood Lama can fend them off…"

Little Fatty spoke sincerely, wearing an expression of resignation...

While what he said was likely 99% true, the most critical part was definitely a lie.

That's precisely why he could sound so earnest...

Nevertheless, Qin Yang didn't believe a single punctuation mark of what he said.

Standing before Little Fatty's cell, Qin Yang revealed a faint smile.

"Junior Brother Zhang, I was just joking with you. Do you believe me?"

"I believe you! I believe everything you say, Senior Brother!"

"Alright then…" Qin Yang felt momentarily flustered, completely underestimating Little Fatty's lack of shame: "I can save you, but let's continue to explore together. After all, we are just a small group…"

After rescuing Little Fatty with the Blood Lama, the inmates around also looked at Qin Yang with eager eyes, desperately pleading for him to save them.

"Help me out, and I'll give you five thousand Spirit Stones!"

"If you let me out, I'll give you a magical artifact—that's yours!"

Amidst the desperate cries, Qin Yang remained deaf to their pleas, continuing toward the entrance of the Black Prison.

He understood all too well what these people were like; in the past year, he'd seen every kind of scum. The Ghost King wanted him, yet they couldn't even recognize him, and they dared to claim they came to sell information? They were nothing but a bunch of shameless and reckless con artists, and this time they were tricking the Ghost King—biting off more than they could chew...

Rescuing them would definitely lead to betrayal on the spot.

"You can't leave, and neither can you! If you ignore us, we'll make sure you regret it!" As Qin Yang resolutely turned a blind eye, someone finally roared, brandishing a magical artifact and launching an attack at him...

However...

The moment the magical artifact lit up and touched the black mist, that person was completely engulfed by it, letting out a chilling scream that echoed throughout the Black Prison...

In just three or four breaths, the screams ceased, and the black mist shrank back, eventually transforming into a thin misty wall, leaving nothing of the cultivator behind.

As they reached the entrance of the Black Prison, Little Fatty rushed forward first.

"Senior Brother Qin, no need for you to lift a finger; just leave it to me."

Approaching the door, Little Fatty activated the black silk scarf wrapped around his wrist, sliding it through the crack in the door and unlocking it from the outside...

The instant the door was opened, two bored-looking jailers were tightly entangled by Little Fatty's silk scarf. As he tugged on it, the scarf tightened instantaneously, and with a loud bang, the two Ghost Soldiers burst into a cloud of ghostly energy that dissipated into the air...

Looking around, there were no other guards in sight besides those two. Ahead was a denser layer of black mist full of more Bone Eating Worms, and they were at a higher level.

With those Bone Eating Worms around, there was no worry about the prisoners escaping. Qin Yang surmised that the Black Prison was most likely of no real use; it was seldom employed.

The ghostly beings that made mistakes followed the rules, and most ended up dead on the spot...

Holding the Blood Lama, Qin Yang slowly approached the black mist barrier, producing faint ripples that spread out, causing the Bone Eating Worms to scatter to either side. The black mist became increasingly thin until they could finally see the scenery outside...

On the streets beyond, there were hardly any ghostly figures. Glancing far into the distance, he saw two Giant Spirit Ghosts disappearing, while another pair stood guard before the Ghost City, which felt increasingly empty inside...

In the farther reaches, the sky was filled with rapidly changing fire clouds and dark clouds, the ripples of spiritual energy clearly detectable even here...

Seeing that no one was around anymore, Qin Yang quickly exerted more force through the Blood Lama, pushing through the black mist, followed closely by Little Fatty...

Once they emerged and looked towards the back of the Ghost City, One Line Sky lay just beyond. As long as they left the Ghost City, they would reach the Purple Firmament Dao Lord's Seated Transcendence Land.

Moreover, this was already a relatively secluded spot deep within the Ghost City, making the distance even shorter.

Just as the two insincere brothers stepped out, a ghostly claw, ten feet large, suddenly materialized a hundred feet away, followed by a flash of sword light, causing the ghostly claw to vanish...

In the instant the battle energy arrived, they caught sight of the participants: one was a woman in a black dress, wielding a black whip with a serpent head at the tip, the serpent flickering its tongue and holding its head high.

A young man who looked to be in his early twenties stood across from them, with sharp brows and bright eyes. Dressed in white, he held a three-foot-long sword, and his appearance was strikingly impressive.

The two were locked in a fierce battle, but over here, Qin Yang's face suddenly turned pale. Without a hint of expression, he began slapping talismans onto himself: Wind-Running Talisman, Autumn Cicada Talisman, Diamond Talisman...

Then...

He turned and ran without hesitation.

Little Fatty jolted awake and hurried after Qin Yang, mumbling as he ran, "A female ghost and an inner disciple from the Boundless Dao Academy, neither of them is any good. Damn it, they're really trying to kill us…"

They had barely covered a hundred paces when the sounds of battle behind them suddenly ceased...

Little Fatty turned back and nearly wet himself…

That female ghost had gone completely crazy, her eyes wide with fury as she snarled and closed in on them. The young cultivator's sword light was completely ignored; despite taking a hit, he still pursued them…

Seeing this, Qin Yang's face went even paler…

He recognized her at first glance—Imperial Concubine De…

This little minx was at the Ghost Soldier level. Last time, his disguise was seen through, but she shouldn't know his true appearance. Who knew what trick she had used this time? With just one glance, Qin Yang realized she had recognized him! Now, faced with her enraged, vengeful eyes, if she caught up to him, it would truly be a fate worse than death!

Of course, he couldn't let the shameless Little Fatty know; he couldn't let him think the ghost was after him...

So...

"Serves you right for running your mouth!"

"How the hell was I supposed to know...?" Little Fatty was on the verge of tears, nearly going crazy...

"Stop talking and run!"