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Chapter 11.1 At first glance it seemed like a well-intentioned offer. Chang Ye remembered this slight in his heart. He grasped Jiang Yinghe’s sleeve and looked up with misty eyes, “Shizun, this disciple doesn’t want to leave Shizun…..” Before Jiang Yinghe could reply, Li Huanhan’s voice rang out. “I think that’s a great idea.” The man in black stood to the side with his sword in his grasp. He originally had no intention of interfering, but the way Chang Ye fell into Jiang Yinghe’s arms rubbed him the wrong way. His blood-red eyes flashed as he approached. Jiang Yinghe’s body had a very faint fragrance. He won’t deny that a righteous sword cultivator like him with a cold outside and a warm inside was an appealing choice for a furnace or even a ‘meal’. Qin Jun was a wraith that reeked of resentful energy, and this childish little shidi wasn’t anything good either. He didn’t know what their intentions were. Shizun said that he was the only one, but he brought back these mutts….. Li Huanh...

Chapter 3 (2/2) - The Inedible The ghost city of An province. When Jiang Yinghe arrived, this city had already been subsumed by ghostly miasma. Since ancient times, Yun city has been the playground of ghosts. However, until recently it was still possible for mortals to live apart from those who practiced ghost cultivation. Now it seemed like a dam had been broken and the newly born ghosts were able to cross over and terrorize the living; often in horrifying, violent ways. Chang Ning Zhenren Yan Caiwei stood by his side, holding a spirit dispelling bell (3) in her hands. When the bell sounded, the surrounding miasma was greatly weakened. She turned to look in Jiang Yinghe’s direction and said, “Jiang-shidi, could you…” Before she finished, a snow-coloured sword swept through the air in a graceful arc. It cleaved all the resentful ghosts and miasma it came into contact with, leaving behind a purified space. Yan Caiwei was stunned. She recalled the bell with a blan...

Chapter 3 (1/2) - The Inedible The next morning. Dozens of newly minted Divine Spirit stage disciples waited inside the Peng Lai palace hall. They were all notable characters from this generation, and they would become the foundation of Peng Lai in the future. Some might even become heroes known throughout the cultivation world later on. However, in the present they were all still wet behind the ears with excited faces that only the youthful could make. “Which Golden Core stage senior do you think will lead us this time?” A female disciple with her hair in a snaketail (1) asked softly, “ Xiaoan-shixiong is always the first to know about these things, do you have any ideas?” Her anticipation was barely hidden, and she wondered aloud, “Could it be Zhou-shixiong? I heard that he recently exited seclusion. Maybe it’s because he broke through a bottleneck and formed his...” The youthful cultivator she called Xiaoan-shixiong turned around to look at her with a face full ...