(Heh heh, I'm a little late today. I just finished typing it up, fresh off the press~)
The long-missed Myriad Ghosts Hall seemed as gloomy as ever, its ghostly aura seeping into the bones.
Myriad Ghost Ancestor seemed to have just emerged from seclusion, his whole being brimming with energy. Yet his already chilling, rigid face was covered in a dark scowl. After listening to the Foundation Establishment Realm Disciples report on their movements and assignments, he couldn't help knitting his brows, a trace of irritation showing in his eyes. The disciples fell silent at once, too frightened to so much as breathe.
It wasn't that Myriad Ghost Cave had run into any trouble lately. Quite the opposite: over the past two or three decades, it had grown more and more prosperous. One disciple after another had successfully established their foundations, and more and more small sects and Lineages had come under its wing. Judging by its trajectory, Myriad Ghost Cave was riding high, flourishing with every passing day.
Nor had Myriad Ghost Ancestor run into any problems with his cultivation. In fact, his luck had been excellent for the past few decades, and he had made several fortunes in succession. With his coffers full, he could finally afford to use the top-grade pills he'd once begrudged, and try his hand at the superior magic treasures he'd never dared dream of. This alone had greatly strengthened Myriad Ghost Ancestor in every way.
Then, in several clashes with enemies and an expedition into a secret cave, Myriad Ghost Ancestor's superior fighting prowess had repeatedly earned him a fortune. Not only had the disciples of Myriad Ghost Cave filled their purses, but Myriad Ghost himself had also embarked on a path of rapid growth.
Sometimes, reality was simply like that: the