The Confident Jiu Shangren

After bidding farewell to his two underlings, White-Browed King slunk back to Tiger King Stronghold. He immediately hurried to a small courtyard to find the fellow called Ghost Lord.

Inside the small courtyard.

Ghost Lord, shrouded from head to toe in black robes, lounged in a high-backed armchair, rocking back and forth. Beside his right hand sat a stack of pills. Every so often, he grabbed a handful of these pills—priceless treasures beneath the Dao Realm—and stuffed them into his mouth like peanuts, chewing them with a crisp crackle.

"I never thought that even I, Ghost Lord, would have a day when all my hardships finally turned to sweetness."

At that moment, recalling the days he had spent constantly fleeing through the worlds beneath the Dao Realm, Ghost Lord could not help but sigh with deep emotion.

"Enjoying your food?" White-Browed King's voice came from behind him.

"Not bad, not bad." Seeing White-Browed King return, Ghost Lord rose and said with a beaming smile, "If this keeps up, I feel like I'm going to become useless."

Although Ghost Lord knew that White-Browed King was raising him like a pet, it did not matter. White-Browed King fed him, clothed him, and even looked after his cultivation, supplying him with endless pills. Wasn't he practically the greatest dad in the world?

"There's something I need you to help me think through," White-Browed King said.

"Just say the word, Great King!" Ghost Lord thumped his chest.

"Our neighbor, the Liuxi Sect, whom we've never gotten along with, has now latched onto a Seventh-Rank Dao Venerable. What do you think I should do?" White-Browed King asked.

"That's easy. Move the entire stronghold! As long as we run fast enough, nothing is a problem!" Ghost Lord answered without even thinking.

"You mean move house?" The