Gods Sing, Ghosts Chant, Aiding the Hero's Song - Wandering the Mountains Without a Companion, the Immortal Road Once Bore Traces of Ghosts

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In Yin-Quelling Manor, a slaughterground of carnage where gods and ghosts danced in wild disorder, the boy swooped down from the sky and punched the black-tower-like Ghost King to his knees. When the ghost remained as motionless as a clay idol or wooden carving, almost everyone thought that the arrogant evil spirit had been utterly defeated.

Yet just as Qiong Rong and Xueyi swung their blades and staff, about to strike the stunned Ghost King, Xing Yan saw something in those bronze-bell eyes staring blankly at him. Their madness and confusion were gradually giving way to clarity and awareness. As the divine blades and Spirit Staff were about to reach him, a trace of sorrow seemed to flash through that newfound clarity. In the space of a lightning flash, Xing Yan made a decision he would later be profoundly grateful for: he abruptly reached out and blocked the two girls' attacks on the ghost.

Holding one girl on either side, he had barely landed when a voice like muffled thunder came from across from him;

"Master, accept Xiao Mang's bow! I am willing to be your servant!"

"Huh?!"

Perhaps because the words came so suddenly, Xing Yan stood frozen like a wooden chicken.

While he was still staring in astonishment, the Ghost King he had knocked down shuffled forward on his knees and reached the three of them in an instant. At the sight, the humans and ghosts watching from a safe distance stirred uneasily. Xiao Mang ignored them, intent only on pleading with the bewildered boy before him:

"Master, what are you hesitating for? Don't you humans have