"This is the Ghost Temple?"
Perhaps no one would have imagined that the Confucius Temple, once a symbol of scholars and intellectuals, would eventually be transformed into a so-called Ghost Temple.
The sheer size of the place inside shocked Wei Gongyu and the others.
The Confucius Temple used to be quite large, because the imperial court intended to make it a place for scholars to stay when they went to take the imperial examinations. The scale of construction was very large when it first started, and it could often accommodate thousands of scholars. But the current scale is definitely more than that!
Wei Gongyu looked around. Outside was still the entrance to the former Confucius Temple, but inside it was like entering another world. The Ghost Temple was so vast that he would believe it if you said it was equivalent to half of the imperial city. In this huge space, he could clearly feel many terrifying eyes scrutinizing them!
This caused the previously arrogant Wei Household to lower their heads, cold sweat instantly soaking their backs. Previously, the head of the Yuchi Household had told everyone that those possessed Ghost General by no means benevolent, and that cooperating with them was like seeking help from a tiger. They had not taken it seriously at the time, but now, after experiencing it firsthand, they even had a moment when they felt that what the old Duke said might be true, and they even had an urge to escape immediately.
However, their greed ultimately outweighed their fear, and they waited, their faces pale, for the ceremony to begin.
"Keep your composure and focus, do not raise your head!" The priest in charge of the ceremony spoke in a voice even sharper than a eunuch's, carrying an inexplicable chill. "This is a crucial moment. The great figures in the Yin-Yang Road will choose you. You are very lucky. The great figures who have come this time are of a level you cannot even imagine. If you are fortunate enough to be chosen, it will be a chance for you to leap over the Dragon Gate!"
These words immediately gave the fearful aristocratic families a jolt of hope.
They had heard about this ritual before. Most families, except for the direct descendants of the top-tier Duke's and Marquis's mansions, did not have the qualification to select Ghost General. They were all chosen by others, and the quality of the Ghost General they were parasitized Borrowing Luck.
And it is said that, in terms of personal growth, the quality of the Ghost General is of paramount importance!
Over the past year, they had heard many stories of illegitimate sons from affiliated families who Ghost General. Some even achieved the highest rank of vanguard general, standing on equal footing with many dukes. Just a year ago, he was an unknown figure, leading a horse for the eldest son of his master.
As fate seemed to be at a turning point, everyone held their breath and prayed silently!
" Muye- sama?"
Suddenly, the priest stopped what he was doing and looked at an extremely thin, ghostly spirit slowly approaching. His eyes widened in astonishment.
Compared to the tall and mighty Ghost General around it, the thin figure was as withered as a skeleton, but its status was obviously noble, and all the more powerful ghost spirits along the way knelt down.
The skeletal figure then made its way to the group of noble scions kneeling in worship.
"Is that all?" The voice of the spirit called Muye sounded weak, and two ghostly flames flickered in its eyes, carrying an inexplicable eeriness.
"Yes, sir," the priest hurriedly replied. "The reason the Ghost Temple was opened ahead of schedule this time is because a large number of scions from noble families suddenly appeared, so you gentlemen decided to open it temporarily."
Even without the incident involving the Yuchi Household, the Ghost Temple would still open once during the first month of the lunar calendar, as many families had reserved a considerable number of spots and prepared enough bloodline descendants.
"I see," Muye nodded, then looked at the group. "I'll choose one from among them."
"My lord... you...?" The black-robed priest was immediately stunned, and many of the kneeling Ghost General also looked at him in astonishment, their faces filled with disbelief.
Because everyone knows the identity of the person in front of them, and everyone knows that such a person shouldn't just randomly choose a physical body to descend to the mortal realm.
White Bone King Muye was a top-tier ghost spirit subdued by Ghost King Xiang on the Yin-Yang Road. In the northwest of the Yin-Yang Road, there was once an 80,000-mile-long White Bone Forest, which was entirely Lord Muye Ye's territory. It was said that a monster of the King Level was about to be born here, but unexpectedly, King Xiang single-handedly stormed in and subdued this legendary White Bone King.
Of King Xiang's four great generals, Mu Ye, the White Bone King Muye, should be number one!
According to the established standards, such a person should be selected from among the humans after the Spiritual Energy Revival, possessing a body of unparalleled brilliance, and then refined through various secret methods before being qualified to descend upon this King. Unexpectedly, the other party acted so casually.
"Haven't touched it in years," Muye Ye grinned. "The snake spirit from the Heavenly Python Palace is incredibly nourishing; I can't wait any longer."
"In that case, I will immediately inform those aristocratic families to carefully select a top-tier heir for you."
"No need for all that trouble." Muye Ye grinned. "What difference does it make whoever is the eldest son of a noble family? An old man like me won't waste those resources. What difference does it make if someone's physical foundation is a little stronger or weaker? Under my care, how could they be any worse?"
"What you say is true, sir." The priest chuckled obsequiously, not daring to say anything more.
For ghosts of this level, the physical body isn't necessarily the most important thing—with their abilities, they have a million ways to quickly strengthen their bodies—but that's still troublesome, isn't it? A good physical body can reduce trouble, isn't that what these lower-level spirits are supposed to do?
"Raise your heads, everyone, let me see you," Muye, ignoring the priest and looking down at everyone below.
At this moment, all the young masters of the aristocratic families trembled with excitement. They realized that the ghost spirit before them was a great figure, probably of legendary status, far more noble and powerful than any ghost spirit possessed by any aristocratic family before.
To be favored by such an adult would be an incredible stroke of luck!
This life-changing opportunity is right in front of us; who wouldn't be excited?
Despite being overwhelmed by the aura, the group of people struggled to raise their heads, looking at the other person with excitement, and almost in unison said, "Greetings, Senior!"
"Oh, how vibrant they are," Muye chuckled. Humans, so weak, yet they possess ambitions that even ghosts and gods fear. He even suspected that the bloodthirsty, man-eating demons of the world might be because they fundamentally didn't want the human race to rise. If such beings were to rise, it would be far too terrifying.
Originally, we were supposed to wait another seven days, but things can change in the long run. Now that the Ghost Temple has opened ahead of schedule by accident, we can start making arrangements in advance to complete that person's plan as soon as possible and settle the overall situation!
Muye scrutinized everyone as he slowly walked past. With each person he passed, he could clearly sense their excitement, but each time he passed them, he could also feel their immense disappointment and resentment.
Humans are far more emotionally complex than any Magic City.
And this kind of skeletal spirit, a monster born from the vengeful spirits of humans, is extremely sensitive to human emotions.
So he stopped next to a seemingly unremarkable boy in gray.
It didn't stop immediately; rather, it passed by and then turned back.
Because he could sense that the other person was very different. Others would feel tense and excited when he passed by, and disappointed and resentful afterward, but he was different. After he passed by, this guy actually seemed relieved?
"May I have your name?"
Upon hearing this, the man's face twitched, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, giving the impression that he was thinking: How did I even get noticed?
As Muye's voice rang out, everyone looked over with resentment.
The man felt a chill run down his spine, but he could only steel himself and say, "Reporting to senior, this humble one is Wei Gongxing."