Su Che released his grip and flung Zhao Gan to the ground.
He could be certain this brat had not been sent by the Yin-Yang Dharma King. There was truly no reason for it—could it be that because he had kept himself clean and pure, the Plain Maiden Way had thrown him into this godforsaken place?
"I will ask you some questions. Think them through and answer carefully. Answer well, and there will naturally be benefits for you. Answer poorly, and you will have suffering to endure as well."
Su Che spoke slowly.
"Do you understand?"
"This lowly one understands."
Zhao Gan lay prone on the ground, his eyes darting about like spinning beads. Who knew what schemes he was harboring.
"I ask you: what is the matter with those corpse soldiers at the gate?"
"Immortal Master may not know this, but four hundred li north of our Wushi City lies Little Green Mountain. There, foul vapors from the earth veins burst forth from the soil. It is a place of yin corpses, with many ghostly creatures that have attained some cultivation. More than thirty years ago, an Eight-Armed Ghost King emerged. His methods were formidable; he slaughtered the entire family of the lord of this city, seized our Wuzhong City, and declared himself king. He renamed it Wushi City."
Ghostly creatures that had attained some cultivation? Then it seemed the Plain Maiden Way had indeed placed him in the right location.
"What cultivation did that Eight-Armed Ghost King possess? After he took this city, did no one do anything about it?"
"The Eight-Armed Ghost King possesses Void Step cultivation. His divine abilities are formidable, and he has joined forces with the ghosts of Little Green Mountain. None of the sects within Wushi City can stand against him. As for