The Peerless Beauty, Number One

The ghost market was only so big; Gao Xian had spotted Yu Wuji long ago. He just hadn't expected this man, a dignified Nascent Soul True Lord, to be as bored and foolish as a child, joining in the clamor to drive up the price.

Gao Xian did not know whether something was innately wrong with the fellow's temperament, or whether some secret cultivation art had gone wrong and left his entire mind abnormal.

The Nether Heaven Sect was not considered a demonic sect. Its cultivation methods could, by all accounts, be regarded as a branch of the orthodox Daoist schools, and they worshipped the Great Heavenly King of Infinite Grand Void.

This deity was said to be extraordinarily mysterious. Some even called him the Lord of Heavenly Demons. Yet his name was almost nowhere to be found in the important scriptures of the orthodox Daoist schools.

Still, no scripture had ever denied his existence.

The core restriction of the Grand Void Dream Dao Robe came from the lineage of that Great Heavenly King of Infinite Grand Void, which was why the robe's transformations were so inscrutable and unpredictable.

Yu Wuji was originally a male cultivator, yet dressed as alluringly as a woman. That in itself ran contrary to all reason. Given that, his temperament actually suited his condition quite well.

Zhi Cheng and Ru Dian had discussed it earlier and unanimously concluded that Yu Wuji had cultivated until his brain was damaged. They told Gao Xian not to take it to heart.

Gao Xian knew the two women were trying to comfort him, but their explanation was quite reasonable as well.

Now that Yu Wuji had jumped out to bid again, Gao Xian became even more certain that something truly was wrong with the man's head.

Gao Xian looked