Those three Wuchang Ghosts and the Snake-Faced Wuchang were naturally Xu Ying, Yuan Weiyang, Uncle Xiao, and Yuan Qi. Yuan Qi's body was far too large. Though he had transformed into a Wuchang Ghost, after crawling for a hundred and twenty years, he still felt that standing and moving was awkward. Nothing felt as comfortable as slithering along the ground.
These Nu Masters had disguised themselves as Wuchang Ghosts and entered the Mortal Realm to plunder yang qi. Since they could get in, they naturally had a way to get out.
The fake Wuchang's body trembled as they forced him to lead the way. In a quavering voice, he said, "You won't be able to get out like this. The Great Bell and that big fellow behind you are far too conspicuous. Once we reach the outside, my sect will notice us, and we'll all die!"
Xu Ying knew that what he said was true. A few people's masks had been torn off earlier, and their companions had killed them on the spot. Clearly, sneaking into the Mortal Realm to plunder yang qi was an absolutely unspeakable secret operation.
It would be difficult for Xu Ying and the others not to attract attention. If they went out like this, they would certainly be discovered.
Uncle Xiao said arrogantly, "A martial sect shouldn't be all that powerful. Having a few great Nu Masters would already be the limit. Once we're out, as long as I announce the name of the Yuan Family, even their supreme sect master will probably kneel and welcome us."
Xu Ying asked, "Who are you people?"
The fake Wuchang hesitated, but still answered honestly, "We're from the Xiangnan Cangwu Sect. We entered the Mortal Realm at someone's request to gather yang qi."
Uncle Xiao was quite familiar