On Jiang Li's side, his left hand controls the farming and cultivation of Zhongshan League, and his right hand leads the fight for hegemony in the ghost domain of Fengdu City.
In the illusion of the underworld, he used the two Jiuyou branches and the city lord's stone tablet in Fengdu City to rapidly grow his own power.
However, as time goes by, although he is low-key and steady, the areas where he mainly operates are areas under his control, or areas where monks rarely set foot.
However, the practice of sending out ghost soldiers and little demons to collect ghosts on a large scale, and opening the ghost market to attract some casual cultivators cannot be concealed.
The news of the rebirth of Fengdu Ghost City was spread by word of mouth among casual cultivators, and soon it was no longer a secret.
And this time, if you want to enter Fengdu, you no longer need to set foot in the Ghost King Wasteland.
Instead, a special portal called Guimen Pass connects the Eastern Region and the illusion of the underworld.
Several months after Jiang Li took control of Fengdu City, he finally attracted the attention of Si Shen Shen.
It's another full moon night, two hundred miles west of Jinding City, one of the eight major cities in the Eastern Region.
Before it gets dark, there are already many businessmen, disciples from large and small forces, and the largest number of casual cultivators who want to try their luck, already waiting here.
The temptation given to them by Fengdu City in the Underworld Illusion back then even drove a large number of monks to take risks and cross the dangerous Ghost King Wasteland to enter and explore by luck.
Now, as long as you cross a portal, you can directly enter it. The safety factor has been increased by more than a hundred times, which makes this large number of monks flock to it even more.
Although, in the earliest rumors about Fengdu City, no one got the so-called heavenly elixir in the end.
No one has seen it, whether it was the several middle-level forces that secretly attacked Fengdu City or Jiang Li who now controls Fengdu City.
That's most likely just a rumor.
But this cannot extinguish their enthusiasm.
After all, even if they just pick two flowers from the other side of the world and dig up a few forgetworts in the illusion of the underworld, it is enough for them to pay the price.
Moreover, it is said that the current Fengdu City no longer requires thirty years of longevity as the entrance fee as it did in the past, but instead thoughtfully uses the spiritual stones that everyone has as a common currency.
Such humanized changes are too friendly to most monks.
Because the special products of Netherland Ghost City are treasured in the world of immortality outside, you can get several times the profit by just flipping them around.
As long as they follow the rules, they can make a lot of money safely, so why wouldn't they?
Only this time, the moonlight shone down on the gate of hell, but the many forces and casual cultivators surrounding it remained restrained and did not make any move.
Because above them, a spaceship with a pale background and black text written all over its body was quietly floating there.
This flying boat belongs to the superior power of the gods, Mohen Academy!
As one of the twelve strongest forces in the Eastern Region's Immortal Cultivation World under the Three Divine Pillars, no one dares to move if they don't move.
A moment later, a circle of bamboo slips as tall as a person flew out from the flying boat.
After the bamboo slips were opened in the air, twelve monks dressed as Confucian scholars in blue robes stood proudly on the bamboo slips with their hands on their backs.
Their feet didn't even touch an inch of soil, so they stepped on the magic bamboo slips and flew into the dark gate of hell.
After their figures disappeared, the other monks began to move.
Some monks impatiently rush to the gate of hell first, as if being one step ahead of others will bring great benefits.
And more smart and rational monks chose to take a step forward and follow those monks who had entered the illusion of the underworld.
Because the world is so vast and full of wonders.
Every new place may be filled with various crises. Before you have the absolute power to level everything, information is still very important.
Sure enough, at the front of a crowd, there was an obviously experienced casual cultivator who began to explain to the newcomers behind him.
"You cannot open stored magic weapons in the Netherland Illusion. Everyone should take out all the spiritual stone magic weapons that should be taken out in advance. Otherwise, it will be a waste of time to go inside, and you will have to wait until the next full moon night."
"When you pass through the gate of hell later, remember to hold your breath. Not everyone can bear the smell of flower pollen from the other side."
"There is a road behind the gate of hell. We just need to follow the lantern and keep walking. Don't wander around, don't ask questions, and don't fight anyone."
"There are absolute rules there. Trust me, you don't want to see the ghost king bringing millions of ghost soldiers to catch you."
Most of the monks around have never seen the Ghost King, and it is difficult to imagine how many ghost soldiers there are in the millions.
But that's definitely a force they can't handle.
"Follow that road and arrive at the ghost market in front of the city gate. The pollen from the other shore flower will no longer affect us."
"There are a lot of good things in there. As long as you have spiritual stones, you can buy everything there."
"If the newcomers don't have enough spiritual stones, don't panic. I can take you to a place where you can make a lot of money by keeping them."
That old casual cultivator gave a lot of key information despite his seemingly well-intentioned explanation.
Many young people nearby who didn't know the secrets of the Netherland Illusionary Realm and just wanted to try their luck suddenly realized it.
But from an angle that they couldn't see, this kind-hearted senior showed a malicious smile.
Soon, people began to enter the hell gate.
After passing through the portal, we stood on the winding path illuminated by lanterns.
Thousands of monks lined up in a long queue, holding their breath and walking quietly towards Fengdu Ghost City.
For monks who have been practicing Qi all year round, even the lowest level monks in the Qi training stage and foundation building stage can easily hold their breath for several hours.
Even if someone accidentally inhales pollen from the other side, it will not be life-threatening.
Confused by the scent of pollen and flowers, they would just walk towards Fengdu City spontaneously, and they would wake up automatically after a while.
The only problem is that after losing consciousness, they will often be touched by their "companions" around them and everything on them will be taken away.
Everything, just like what the senior said, the current underworld illusion is unexpectedly safe.
Not long after following the lantern, they saw the continuous ghost market and the magnificent ghost city.
Some people are attracted by the ghost market with stalls near the city gate.
Some people, after paying the entry fee, enter the city to look for more opportunities.
And at the gate of the ghost town, there are many monks who are as enthusiastic as scalpers, focusing on the newcomers and juniors who are inexperienced in the world, or who are short of money.
They were brothers and took these young people to the same place.
"This ghost town has become a lot bigger than it was back then."
A group of people from Mohen Academy still looked at everything with a proud attitude. They obviously did not come for this ghost market.
The things in this ghost town can only be regarded as new to them, but that's all.
They came here on behalf of Si Shen Shen to inspect the danger level of the Fengdu Ghost City and evaluate whether it needed to be eradicated.
You know, after the victory in the frontline war, although the Eastern Region Cultivation World also suffered a lot of losses.
However, half of the original Si Shen Temple's strength has been dragged into the quagmire of war all year round.
But now, this group of people has been successfully liberated.
Originally, many dangerous areas were left unchecked due to lack of manpower. With the free hands of the Si Shen Temple, they are planning to gradually bring them into safe jurisdiction.
And the Fengdu Ghost Town, which has recently appeared in our field of vision again, is naturally among them.
It is speculated that this ghost city possesses power that exceeds that of ordinary middle-level gods.
From ancient times, if you want to deal with them, the only way to deal with them is by the twelve superior gods. Fengdu City was assigned to Mohen Academy.
"There are more than ten ghost kings, and there are many big monsters. When will ghosts and monsters unite?"
One of the Confucian scholars took out an inkstone that had been prepared and dropped two drops of ink into it. Looking at the gathering and dispersion of the two drops of ink, he had already roughly figured out the power on the surface of Fengdu City.
"That's it, let's go into the city."
They still stepped on the bamboo slips and floated into the city gate arrogantly.
Seeing the ghost soldiers collecting the entrance fee, one of them, a young scholar in Tsing Yi, casually threw out a few high-grade spiritual stones and asked a few guides to lead the way for them.
There is Zuishenglou, which serves diluted wine that is diluted a thousand times to relieve a thousand worries.
There is also the Pavilion of Dreams and Death, which burns the incense of forgetfulness grass to forget the sorrow, and then weaves beautiful dreams with the magic of fox demons, which makes people unable to stop.
This place can improve your cultivation and extend your life. There are ghost babies and eggs for sale, which can meet almost all your needs.
In just a few months, there are even many casual cultivators who can no longer leave here and choose to buy properties in the ghost town to live here permanently.
Among them, there is also a gambling house, which is very popular among monks.
The rules of the game here are obviously not much different from the gambling houses in other cities in the world of immortality, but they are several times more popular.
There are even many modifications. I have been waiting for it for a month, just for it.
Among them, you can also see the "kind-hearted senior" who introduced Fengdu to other newcomers.
Many shy cultivators who don't have many spiritual stones in their pockets will always be pulled over by them to give them a try.
It's not terrible if you lose for the first time here, but it's terrible after you win once.
In this gambling house, in addition to spiritual stones, there is also a magical coin, which is the most popular currency on the table.
This kind of coin comes from a special gold exchange service provided by this gambling house.
At the entrance of the gambling house, there is a broken bowl. If you hit the wooden bowl with a wooden stick, an extra coin will appear in the wooden bowl.
Each coin represents their ten years of life, or ten years of cultivation!
Gambling houses are such a place where people can easily get lost. Just the ups and downs in spiritual stone wealth can make people fall deeper and deeper into it, until they risk their souls.
Not to mention the rapid growth in lifespan and cultivation.
As long as they win once and use the magical effect of that coin, they will be completely defeated.
Most of the casual cultivators who enter here, after trying the feeling of becoming powerful quickly and gaining ten years of cultivation in minutes, will no longer be able to endure their slow hard training.
In the end, there is no need to hesitate to risk all your cultivation and lifespan here.
"This evil ghost weapon should have been an earthly artifact."
"It's a pity that it is now damaged and can no longer be effective against monks above Earth Immortal."
"The accumulation of cultivation and lifespan using this tricky method is nothing more than a vain castle in the air. It does not bring any benefit to us."
The twelve superior messengers of the gods had sharp eyes, and they could see the details of this broken bowl at a glance.
But they had no intention of warning those gamblers.
For the group of monks who were lost in gambling houses, these proud men of Mohen Academy did not look down upon them at all.
If you say one more word to them, your mouth will be dirty.
After looking at him with disdain, he continued walking towards the city.
And in front, there was an elegant girl dressed in black, already waiting for them.
"Welcome to Fengdu Ghost City. My daughter is the acting city lord of the ghost town. May I ask why you are here?"
Beside her, there were two ghost kings standing on either side, but they did not lose their momentum.
"Acting City Lord? Where is your City Lord?"
These twelve people actually calmly raised the floating height of the bamboo slips so that they could look down.
But at this time, the eldest Confucian scholar among them froze his eyes and stared at Qin Shuman who was standing in the middle.
"Eh? This female ghost!"
I saw him taking off a writing brush stuck in his bun, carefully pulling off a piece of hair and placing it in the palm of his hand.
The hair immediately flew to Qin Shuman, who was standing not far ahead, without any wind.
"It's actually...it's true!"
"What is your name? When did you die? What are your parents' names? Where did you live when you were alive? Is this body your own?"
"This bloodline aura is unmistakable!"
The old Confucian scholar seemed a little excited. He no longer cared about the trivial matter of whether the soil stuck to his feet. He fell to the ground, raised his pen and wrote the word "photograph" in the air.
Immediately, a huge suction force was generated out of thin air, pulling Qin Shuman, who was caught off guard, to fly towards him.
Although several other monks from Mohen Academy didn't understand what the old man meant, they didn't ask any more questions and just caught a ghost.
Can what happens to scholars be called "disrespecting the elderly"?
Seeing that the two ghost kings beside Qin Shuman wanted to take action, two more ink words flew out, one "suppress" and the other "suppress".
If the two ink characters were like two mountains pressing down on the Ghost King, their speed would suddenly drop.
He was too late to rescue Qin Shuman and watched her fly towards the old man.
In Mohen Academy, they cultivate the magical power of writing. They can write fire to fire, water to water, and they can connect words to form sentences and arrange them into chapters.
One face-to-face encounter caused Qin Shuman and the two ghost kings to suffer a big loss.
That year, the old Confucian scholar also took out a life-size scroll and wrote the word "collect" on it, intending to include the approaching female ghost in the painting.
"It is said that there is a beauty like jade in the book. It turns out that this beauty was obtained by force."
"I've seen the tyranny of Mohen Academy!"
A bit of black light flashed across, the ink characters in the air and on the scroll collapsed at the first touch, and the strong suction naturally disappeared.