35: Chapter 34 The Ghost Clan

Returning to Xingluo Mountain.

Xing Mu was clearly very happy; she excitedly pulled Ye Xiu along, flying directly toward the inner city district.

"...Since when did we become so close..."

Ye Xiu was somewhat speechless.

Xing Mu laughed heartily. "If I take charge of the Imperial Court in the future, you'll be a founding hero. Be more confident; you're worthy of being this close to me."

...

A journey of several hundred miles.

With their current cultivation levels, they reached the skies above the inner city in just a few minutes.

"Get in the car. I'll take you somewhere."

"You actually have a car?" Ye Xiu was very surprised.

"Psh... what's that to you? I even have a driver's license."

With the roar of the engine, an excited Xing Mu drove the car, taking Ye Xiu along as they sped down the main road.

On the way.

Many billboards caught Ye Xiu's attention.

High-definition close-up posters were actually of his own portrait. There were many such posters, covering almost the entire street.

[Great Xia Martial God, Guardian of Tianfu City, Distinguished Military Service]

On the posters, besides the text, there were photos of Ye Xiu slaughtering Yao Beasts, paired with his upright figure dressed in a military uniform.

The effect was immediate.

"Stop looking, they're everywhere. It seems they've treated you as their savior."

Xing Mu quipped from the side.

Ye Xiu smiled and didn't reply.

The car wasn't moving fast.

After driving for over ten minutes, they finally pulled into an upscale private establishment.

"Sorry, we are a members-only establishment and do not accept outsiders."

The Young Miss at the front desk was very polite as she declined them.

"Hey, look closely. This is the Great Xia Martial God, a General of the Military Department. Don't go looking for trouble for your boss. I won't make things difficult for you either; call your manager right now and ask him if the Great Xia Martial God is qualified to come in and have some fun."

Xing Mu put on a haughty air, as if she had been slighted here before.

The receptionist looked at Ye Xiu; his crisp military uniform was indeed identical to the posters in the city.

She didn't dare to be negligent.

She quickly picked up her walkie-talkie to notify the manager.

This scene.

It felt a bit like bullying.

Ye Xiu was incredibly embarrassed on the side.

But since he had promised Xing Mu, he naturally wouldn't turn around and leave, so he could only stand awkwardly to the side, waiting for Xing Mu to handle it.

A few minutes later.

A noble-looking woman came jogging over from the inner hall.

Upon seeing Ye Xiu, her attitude was extremely friendly. "Hello, I am the manager here and one of the owners. Your presence is naturally most welcome. This way, please."

"No need. We can find our own way; we know where to go."

Xing Mu pulled Ye Xiu along, expertly bypassing the back hall to arrive at an Advanced fishing ground.

"Fishing?"

Ye Xiu took the fishing rod from the waitress and looked utterly speechless.

"Psh... what do you know?"

Xing Mu rolled her eyes at Ye Xiu and began handling the rod like a beginner.

Sigh...

Ye Xiu was speechless in his heart.

With the help of the waitress, he finally got the fishing rod set up correctly.

A day passed quickly.

Despite being beginners, the two of them actually managed to catch over a hundred large fish, which made Xing Mu very excited.

"When you're free, can't you just fish on Xingluo Mountain?"

Ye Xiu couldn't help but complain.

"I tried, but there were no fish."

"...Alright, fishing is indeed a decent activity."

After leaving the club.

Xing Mu drove the car with Ye Xiu, continuing down the streets.

Is she not planning to go back to Xingluo Mountain?

Ye Xiu was a bit puzzled. "Where else are you going?"

"Camping."

"Camping... you really are bored..."

"To perceive heaven and earth from the most mundane things is the essence of the Dao. You're still too weak, so naturally, you don't understand."

Xing Mu put on the air of an expert and offered a word of advice.

Ye Xiu looked speechless.

Heaven and earth?

The Dao?

Too far away.

The car went through many twists and turns.

They drove into a small hill that was reasonably well-developed.

Ten minutes later.

The two successfully checked in and received a piece of equipment: a tent.

Just as they were leaving the management office, they actually ran into a few acquaintances.

Jiuding Academy, Fatty Wang.

"Holy crap, Brother Ye!"

Fatty Wang looked surprised and delighted; he clearly hadn't expected to run into Ye Xiu here. After all, the title of Great Xia Martial God was being hyped up so much by the military.

He was much more famous than any big star.

It had almost reached the point where everyone in Tianfu City knew of him.

"You fatso."

Ye Xiu smiled. He recognized the others, too, but besides Fatty Wang, he wasn't close to any of them.

"You dead fatso, if you smile at me, you might die from a single slap."

Xing Mu frowned slightly and spoke with some dissatisfaction.

As soon as she finished speaking.

Fatty Wang immediately felt a suffocating pressure.

"Great... Auntie, please... have mercy! I'm Brother Ye's best buddy... please don't strike..."

Ye Xiu saw Fatty Wang's face turning purple.

He shifted slightly to block in front of him, bearing the pressure from Xing Mu on his behalf.

"An acquaintance of yours? How boring..."

Xing Mu paid no more attention to Fatty Wang.

"Brother Ye, I haven't seen you in a while. Today, a few friends and I came out to relax because of the pressure. Why don't we join up?"

Fatty Wang extended an invitation.

Ye Xiu smiled and didn't refuse.

Fatty Wang's group of four consisted of two men and two women. Were they really just out to relax?

Adhering to the principle of "seeing through things but not speaking them out to remain friends," he agreed.

Subsequently, the group of six took their six tents and settled down in a place with a nice view.

Night fell.

Fatty Wang's group was very enthusiastic; they prepared plenty of delicious food, allowing Ye Xiu and Xing Mu to enjoy a pleasant dinner.

After reminiscing for a while.

The group finally returned to their respective tents to rest.

With Ye Xiu's strength.

He no longer needed sleep.

He sat cross-legged in the tent and began to Cultivate.

At midnight.

Ye Xiu, who was Cultivating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. Just now, an unknown power had arrived nearby.

He frowned slightly, extending his Qi sense to scan the surroundings, but found nothing.

"What's going on?"

Ye Xiu stepped out of the tent, only to find that on the meadow where there had been six tents, only his remained.

Not far from the tent, a figure with no aura whatsoever was currently sitting on the grass with its back to him.

Ye Xiu didn't bother with words.

He reached out and made a grasping motion through the air, snatching the figure directly into his hand.

"A dead person?"

He was somewhat surprised. The person in his hand was like a corpse, devoid of any life aura, with pupils that were nothing but whites, filled with malice.

To this.

Ye Xiu gave a disdainful cold snort.

He applied a bit of force with his hand.

Boom!

The corpse exploded into pieces.

When the Spiritual Qi had just begun to recover, he had once encountered a monk who was also like an exploded corpse, without any aura of life.

Could it be the Ghost Race?

Ye Xiu thought of a name on the Imperial Court Trial rankings.

Zhang San, Ghost Race.