My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 709 - 422: Refusing the Toast_3

Chapter 709: Chapter 422: Refusing the Toast_3

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Today is the day of the Ghost Market "Grand Gathering", after the last chastisement by the Honored Lord, the King of Souls and his cohort have been acting gingerly, repairing the Ghost Market’s vulnerabilities as quickly as they can. When short of manpower, they borrow from the Ghost Soldier Camp.

Originally, the King of Souls was very cautious about this Ghost Soldier Camp, but surprisingly, they cooperated exceedingly well, and he quickly found out how useful these Ghost Soldiers were!

These fellows are incredibly obedient, with almost no emotions or thoughts of their own. Whatever they are told to do, they do exactly as required and complete their tasks satisfactorily.

This accelerated the repair of the Ghost Zone. Thus, for this Grand Gathering, the King of Souls grew bolder and borrowed another five thousand Ghost Soldiers. They worked with the knights under the command of Wealth Ghost Judgement Officer, maintaining the order of the Gathering.

The Ghost Market has always been plagued by a shortage of manpower - this shortage refers to the insufficient number of Ghost Soldiers under the command of the King of Souls. As the market expands, even regular Small Gatherings are in utter chaos. Thankfully, the King of Souls keeps everything in check so there have not been any severe incidents.

During this Grand Gathering, the King of Souls, from his high vantage point, looked down and saw the orderly Ghost Market with satisfaction.

These Ghost Soldiers are formidable and have impressive strength. Each street and intersection is manned by a team of Ghost Soldiers. The unruly Unique Cultivators have finally become docile and no longer cause confusion.

The King of Souls felt pleased with himself. The tax revenue from this Grand Gathering would likely exceed three hundred million Spirit Jade!

The Grand Gathering was going swimmingly, with loads of Unique Cultivators rushing to join in, continuously pouring in from the entrance. Seeing this scene, the King of Souls could only admire the Honored Lord’s vision and strategy in his heart.

The influence of the Ghost Zone has been steadily increasing along the Summit River, its reputation spreading far and wide once again. Consequently, the number of Unique Cultivators attending the Grand Gathering has increased. If the Ghost Zone is not perfected soon, an influx of too many Unique Cultivators could potentially lead to its collapse.

Just then, the line of people at the entrance to the Ghost Zone suddenly became chaotic. The Unique Cultivators scattered in all directions, screeching and screaming.

The King of Souls frowned, just about to reprimand the Ghost Knights at the entrance, when he abruptly sensed something and focused his gaze on the entrance: a man was standing there.

A living man!

There was a thirty-foot radius around him that had automatically cleared up, no Unique Cultivator daring to come close.

The team of Ghost Knights stationed at the entrance, led by a Tier-4 captain, was capable enough to deal with most sudden situations. However, now they were completely immobilized, standing stiffly and gazing blankly like they were stuck in place by some type of spell.

"Sixth Great Realm!" The King of Souls’ heart skipped a beat, assuming that the expanding Ghost Zone had finally drawn the attention of the human race’s powerful cultivators.

However, immediately after, the King of Souls noticed the man lift his gaze towards him and slowly said, "I am Owen Bertram, East Prison Town Commander, Summit Metropolitan Office Commander!"

"Did you all make a racket in my jurisdiction without consulting me first?"

The King of Souls faltered, his emotions conflicting between fear, excitement, and anxiety. This was indeed a big opportunity—the Honored Lord’s disciple had come knocking on his door!

Hurry, shut the door, don’t let him escape!

Wait, no, it should be: cordially invite him in, extend him the warmest hospitality, serve him as a host should, and build a bridge of friendship between the Unique Cultivators and the human race’s strongest cultivators.

In the blink of an eye, the King of Souls appeared at the entrance, transforming into a friendly and kind countenance, smiling and saying, "Ah, so it is Mr. Owen paying us a visit. I, the humble King of Souls, am in charge of this place, serving as a constraint on the Unique Cultivators within your jurisdiction to prevent them from wreaking havoc in the human world. The fact that Mr. Owen didn’t bring down the thunder immediately upon entering must mean that he has already investigated our actions in recent years."

The many Unique Cultivators at the entrance, including the team of Ghost Knights, were dumbfounded, unable to utter a word, a solemn silence hung in the air.

May I ask, venerable King of Souls of the fearsome Ghost Zone, when did you become so friendly? What kind of creature are you, did somebody seize control of our King of Souls?

No, that’s not right. It should be our King of Souls seizing control of someone else because our King of Souls no longer has a ’shell’. What on earth is happening?

According to logic, although this human might be frightening, the King of Souls himself is at the peak of Tier-6, just one step away from advancing to Tier-7. Given it’s night time, the human wouldn’t have an advantage if a battle broke out. Plus, there are reinforcements from the camp within the Ghost Zone available at any time. But despite all this, why is he...bowing and scraping?

Owen Bertram stood with his hands behind his back, giving a slight nod: "It’s precisely because I’ve investigated, and found that your actions are generally lawful, that you have been able to exist peacefully."

The King of Souls heard his softening tone, eagerly invited him in, saying, "If it pleases you, sir, do come inside for a chat. I have several companions who would also like to explain to you our true intentions for maintaining this place."

Owen Bertram seemed to consider this for a moment, then said, "Very well. This place is also under my governance, so it would be good to go in and have a look."

"This way please, sir." The King of Souls quickly waved his hand, creating a golden path within the Ghost Zone made from concentrated dark energy just for Owen Bertram.

However, the Ghost Zone was brimming with dark energy, appearing bright and colorful from the outside, but actually emitting a greenish light. This creation of a "Golden Path" amidst all this seemed rather out of place.

Owen Bertram stepped forward, appearing extremely confident, not fearing any tricks or traps the King of Souls might have in place.