Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 848: 867 The Fearless Northern Ghost Emperor

Chapter 848: Chapter 867 The Fearless Northern Ghost Emperor

The number of people arriving at the Great Feast of Ghosts was increasing steadily. Without exception, when everyone saw the arrival of Minghe Ancestor, their expressions shifted to one of mixed suspicion and uncertainty.

“It seems you have quite the reputation in the Underworld,” Ye Xuan remarked, sipping the fine wine from his cup and teasing Minghe Ancestor in a low voice.

“Hmph!”

Minghe Ancestor sneered and retorted through a secret voice transmission, “No matter how big my reputation is, it can’t compare to yours. If you were to reveal your true form, the Underworld would likely descend into utter chaos.”

“The Four Ghost Emperors have arrived.”

Suddenly, the sound of a Yin Soldier trembling came from the entrance. At that moment, Yin light soared from the four cardinal directions—East, South, West, and North—and four black ancient chariots crossed the sky towards them.

“Ha ha.”

A boisterous laugh echoed as four figures descended from the black chariots. Leading them was a man with an Emperor’s Crown on his head and wearing a Yin Dragon Python Robe. His facial features were sharp like a blade, eyes bright and dark, hair disheveled yet appearing as a young man in his twenties, casually walking on air towards the Great Feast of Ghosts.

This man was none other than the Northern Ghost Emperor, Zhang Heng, a constant thorn in the heart of Emperor Fengdu. The three Ghost Emperors accompanying Zhang Heng were all in the Quasi-Saint Realm. Even Shen Tu, the Eastern Ghost Emperor, who had once attended Nuwa’s gathering with Ye Xuan, had now advanced to the Quasi-Saint Realm.

“Greetings to the Four Ghost Emperors.”

“Wishing your four majesties peace and prosperity, this old servant pays his respects.”

“With the Ghost Emperors above, please accept our salutation.”

As Zhang Heng and his three companions entered the Great Feast of Ghosts, various figures of the Underworld rose, humbly paying their respects to the four, their expressions showing an unmistakable hint of flattery.

Their humility was understandable; at this moment, the Five Ghost Regions were secretly controlled by Zhang Heng. Even Emperor Fengdu had become nothing more than a puppet. If not for the fact that Emperor Fengdu was a Quasi-Saint who possessed the mysterious artifact, the Life and Death Book, his position as Ghost Emperor would have been lost long ago.

“Fengdu, why not introduce these two Daoists to us?”

Zhang Heng advanced towards the central seat, the three Ghost Emperors following behind him. When they reached the position beside Emperor Fengdu, Zhang Heng first smiled and nodded at Ye Xuan and Minghe before turning with a cold expression towards Emperor Fengdu.

“Zhang Heng, are you addressing this emperor?”

As the saying goes, even a clay figure has three parts fire. Emperor Fengdu, after all, in name at least, was the lord of the Underworld. Now that all the dignitaries of the Underworld were present, Zhang Heng’s contempt was an utter embarrassment for him.

“Nonsense, of course, this emperor is addressing you. Or is it that this feast isn’t being hosted by you, Fengdu?” Zhang Heng spoke with fearless mockery, a cold sneer curling on his lips.

BANG!

Emperor Fengdu slapped the table, and an ominous Yin light roiled tumultuously, shaking the Eight Directions and Heaven and Earth. His eyes exuded supreme killing intent as he glared coldly at Zhang Heng. “Zhang Heng, since you know this emperor is the lord of Fengdu and the host of this feast, you have to abide by this emperor’s rules. This is not a place for your arrogance.”

“Arrogance?”

Zhang Heng laughed coldly, “Fengdu, you’re old and a defeated general under this emperor’s banner. If it wasn’t for the Life and Death Book saving you in that battle years ago, would you even be alive now to speak with this emperor?”

“You…?”

Emperor Fengdu was furious beyond measure, his face flushed red with anger. Here in front of the Underworld’s various figures, being humiliated by Zhang Heng made him seethe with shame and rage.

At this moment.

Ye Xuan was casually sipping his wine, appearing leisurely, but he curiously glanced at Zhang Heng, unable to understand why Emperor Fengdu would fear him so much, given Zhang Heng’s cultivation was only slightly stronger.

“Minghe, Zhang Heng’s cultivation is just so-so. Does he possess some extraordinary divine skills or something?” Ye Xuan queried softly.

Upon hearing Ye Xuan’s words, Minghe Ancestor softly replied, “Zhang Heng’s cultivation was originally beneath Fengdu’s and even ranked the lowest among the Five Ghost Emperors. It was only several millennia ago that he stumbled upon some treasure, propelling him into the ranks of Quasi-Saints with a cultivation surpassing Fengdu’s.”

“Now, this man’s power has reached a zenith; he controls the Five Ghost Regions. Naturally, he has no need to show deference to Fengdu. If not for the presence of us here today, and Zhang Heng discerning the current power dynamics, he would have already taken action against Fengdu,” Minghe Ancestor explained.

Ye Xuan nodded slightly at Minghe Ancestor’s explanation. After all, cultivation wasn’t just about hard work; each person had their own fateful encounters. When those opportunities arrive, rapid progress is only natural.

“Greetings to you both, Daoist friends.”

Suddenly, Zhang Heng stopped paying attention to Emperor Fengdu and approached Ye Xuan and Minghe instead. He walked leisurely towards the two and, upon arriving, clasped his hands in respect towards Minghe.

“The Ancestor is considered Zhang Heng’s senior. I wonder what brings you here today?”

“Ha ha.”

Minghe Ancestor laughed heartily, a trace of inscrutability in his expression, “I’ve heard the Other Shore Flower is about to bloom. Upon Fengdu’s invitation, the Ancestor naturally came to witness this phenomenon of the flower and its leaves blooming together.”

“Hmm?”

As Minghe Ancestor finished speaking, Zhang Heng’s expression subtly changed. He suddenly turned to look at Fengdu, a trace of terrifying killing intent flashing through his eyes.

Though Zhang Heng had suspected Fengdu might tell Minghe Ancestor this secret, hearing it directly from Minghe’s mouth caused his heart to sink under a weight of pressure.

The blooming of the Other Shore Flower was a significant secret known only to a few key figures in the Underworld; one more informed person increased the number of potential variables. Minghe, relying on the Netherworld Blood Sea, could be considered truly undying; if he sought to seize this item, the fate of the Other Shore Flower became even more unpredictable.

“Hehe.”

Suddenly, Zhang Heng forced a smile, lifting his eyes towards Ye Xuan, “I presume you are the Daoist known as Qingming? Might you also be here for the Other Shore Flower?”

Alas, it seemed as if Ye Xuan hadn’t heard a word of Zhang Heng’s as he continued sipping the fine wine, causing Zhang Heng’s breath to falter and his expression to darken.

“Daoist, this emperor is addressing you. Do you perhaps look down on this emperor?” Zhang Heng’s eyes chilled, his voice frosty.

“So what if I do?”

Suddenly, Ye Xuan placed the cup down and lifted his gaze to Zhang Heng, his tone indifferent and calm. Yet, as Ye Xuan’s words fell, the entire Great Feast of Ghosts turned deathly silent.

The silence was absolute; Heaven and Earth were hushed.

Zhang Heng’s body became rigid, almost as if turned to stone, caught in a trance for a long moment. It was only after three breaths that a chilling laugh escaped from him as he looked at Ye Xuan with cruel intent.

“Qingming, do you truly believe that just because you injured the Huangquan Madam, no one in the Underworld can bring you to heel?”