Yue Honghai felt that he was terribly unlucky.
Back in the East Sea, everyone had seemed quite straightforward. Many great demons did not deliberately conceal their auras in daily life; they displayed their strength plainly, or at least gave others a rough sense of it.
But the Central Plains were completely different.
Many experts liked to blend in with ordinary people. Unless there was a vast gap in cultivation, if they did not deliberately reveal themselves, he could not detect their true strength at all.
Who would have thought the Yang World was like this? Even the Netherworld was the same.
That day, Yue Honghai carried the Wuliangye he had saved up over the past few days. He also begged Aunt Liu to fish two roast chickens and five jin of braised beef out of the vat for him. Delighted, he went to the City God Temple to drink and eat meat with Xin Zhanting.
Xin Zhanting had been training Netherworld Soldiers on Nightfall Mountain in the Netherworld. Upon hearing that Yue Honghai had come to visit, he set aside his work and drank with him.
The two ate and drank as they chatted. Once they were thoroughly drunk, they began sparring on the spot—Tiger Roaring Straight Saber against Serrated Blade. Their exchange was evenly matched, but Xin Zhanting was much weaker than Yue Honghai, so they competed only in saber techniques, not cultivation.
Just then, a ghost drifted into the edge of their perception. It seemed to be merely passing through, but its direction happened to overlap somewhat with the area occupied by their moving battle.
Yet the ghost did not alter its course. It continued onward without paying any attention to Yue Honghai and Xin Zhanting's exchange.
Yue Honghai glanced at the ghost and flicked his hand, sending