Cheng Qian ran all the way with Li Yun and ran to the deck. As soon as he showed his head, he was almost knocked down by the salty and smelly smell. Then he saw something strange in the sky - the sky that was clear just now was now covered with dark clouds. The ghostly black clouds spread to places that were out of sight, blocking the remaining light.

All the ships on the sea stopped, and the seniors who had just swaggered past in the sky like giant moths also came down one after another, stepping firmly on the decks of their ships, with faces full of fear as if they were facing a great enemy. Many juniors, not knowing what was going on, also followed suit and looked up at the sky, with their jaws dropped as if they were collectively waiting for red rain to fall from the sky.

Li Yun was restless, pacing back and forth, and asked Cheng Qian in an almost inaudible voice, "Is it that man? What does he want to do?"

Cheng Qian immediately thought of Tang Zhen and replied, "Maybe he is taking advantage of the large crowds in the Immortal City to capture a few cultivators' souls and take them back for refinement."

Li Yun turned and looked at him in horror.

"If we catch them, we'll pick those that can fly in the sky. It won't be your turn. Don't worry," Cheng Qian said, looking around. "Where is the master?"

At this time, a shrill eagle cry was heard in the distance, and then strange laughter began to echo between heaven and earth. There were men and women, old and young, each laughing in their own way, mixing into a harmony that made people's hair stand on end. The laughter was low and trivial at first, and then the sound gradually increased, and finally it was so high that it was hoarse, vividly explaining what "ghosts crying and wolves howling" is.

Li Yun stumbled back a few steps and covered his ears with his hands: "What is this?"

There was chaos all around, and Cheng Qian felt a tightness in his chest. Yan Zhengming appeared out of nowhere and grabbed his shoulders. The familiar scent of orchids choked Cheng Qian's face.

Yan Zhengming said angrily: "What are you two doing here? Go back to the cabin!"

Cheng Qian looked around but didn't see Master Mu Chun. He finally panicked and pulled Yan Zhengming's sleeve and asked, "Big Brother, where is Master?"

"I don't know. I'm looking for it too," Yan Zhengming said with a gloomy face. "Don't get in the way outside. Come in quickly..."

The hair-raising laughter soon drowned out his words, and Yan Zhengming frowned and shut his mouth.

Needless to say, Li Yun was the best at seeking benefits and avoiding harm, and he had already entered the cabin without hesitation. However, Cheng Qian was not so easy to manipulate. Yan Zhengming had no time to reason with him at this time, so he had to push and shove him, and used brute force to stuff him into the cabin.

The wind lamps to prevent wind and swaying had already been lit in the cabin, and Han Yuan was hiding inside anxiously.

Cheng Qian's heart sank when he saw him - he saw Shuikeng sitting in Han Yuan's arms.

The tracking talisman they made was tied by Li Yun with a colorful silk ribbon around Shuikeng's waist, but they didn't expect that she would be abandoned by her master as soon as the talisman was put on Shuikeng's body.

Yan Zhengming came in last. His face looked extremely ugly and pale. After taking a few quick breaths, he covered his mouth with one hand and leaned his back against the door beam, as if trying to suppress the urge to retch.

After a pause, Yan Zhengming said, "I've smelled this smell before. This is the stench you get when you light up the Soul Devouring Lamp."

Li Yun, who had been leaning against the window, whispered, "Shh, look at the sky."

Cheng Qian looked up and saw that many blurry figures had appeared in the dark sky at some point.

Those people were all dressed in rags, their faces could not be seen at all, and they were floating in the air. There were tens of thousands of them, making the East China Sea look like the Naihe Bridge.

Ghosts...why are there so many of them?

How powerful is this ghostly demon cultivator Jiang Peng?

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, undercurrents rose and fell in the water, and when the immortal cultivation sects, big and small, that had been so arrogant just now, saw this scene, they all seemed to be encountering their natural enemy, the yellow sheep. Cheng Qian could see the stalemate and fear that were underneath from their alert attitude.

There was a loud bang of thunder in the sky, splitting half of the world in half. A ball of dark black gas passed through the sky like a dragon entering the sea. Everyone could see clearly that there was a person who had been sitting diagonally on the black cloud.

The man was wearing a grey robe, his face was haggard and gray, as if he had a terminal illness, his eyelids were drooping, and he looked like a ghost, looking down on the creatures under the clouds.

Cheng Qian glanced at the back of Yan Zhengming's hand that was pinching the window frame, and the veins on it were popping out.

As soon as the evil cultivator showed up, Cheng Qian felt so unbelievable. He suspected that there was something wrong with his senior brother's ears. Did the master really call this man senior brother?

Cheng Qian could never imagine that this person was actually a product of the chaotic Fuyao Mountain.

What kind of master could give out two disciples like this?

The senior immortals valued their lives more than Cheng Qian had imagined. No one dared to take on the evil spirit. They kept arguing and passing the buck for a long time before someone was pushed out to break the deadlock.

I saw an old man with a white beard standing out from the crowd on the next boat. He tapped the deck gently with his cane. After hesitating for a moment, he said politely, "We are about to go to Qinglong Island to keep the appointment for the Ten-Year Fairy Market. I wonder what is the intention of Brother Jiang Daoist blocking us here?"

He was polite to the point of being fawning, but unfortunately the big devil didn't seem to be impressed.

"The Fairy City holds a grand fair every ten years. So many talented young people come to the fore. It's so lively..." Jiang Peng, who looked like a consumptive patient on the cloud, spoke. His voice was light and soft, and each word was connected. However, listening to him made people feel cold all over, as if he would show his fangs in the next moment.

Jiang Peng smiled politely and said, "I'm coming over to join in the fun and see if there are any good seedlings that can be cultivated. With your qualifications, you don't need to be so nervous."

This was the first time Cheng Qian had seen a ghost cultivator. The feeling was completely different from the few words he had seen on the wall. He was almost shocked.

How can such a thing, which is neither human nor ghost, have the face to live like a thousand-year-old turtle, even if it has all the means and lives like a tortoise?

Who would care about him? Who would be nice to him? Who would take him seriously?

The white-bearded old man was stabbed neither hard nor soft, and his face twitched slightly, but he couldn't utter any words.

The two sides were almost deadlocked on the stormy sea - since there was only one person on the other side, even silence would be quite awkward at this time.

Cheng Qian could not help but hold the wooden sword at his waist, thinking: "If I had a sword like theirs and skills like theirs, I would go forward and make him roll aside to make way."

In fact, he had such an impulse now, but Cheng Qian was also clear at the same time that, let alone fighting with the big devil, he couldn't even break free from the hand of the eldest brother who was pressing on his shoulder because of his height.

Finally, someone from each sect on the ship dared to speak up. One person angrily broke the silence and shouted, "Evil demon, get out!"

Just this one sentence attracted everyone's attention. Cheng Qian suddenly moved sideways and broke free from Yan Zhengming's hand. He boldly leaned his upper body out and leaned against the window, trying to see clearly who was talking.

She was a woman who looked to be in her twenties or thirties, quite young. However, there was no sun or moon in the mountains, so practitioners followed their hearts, so looking young did not mean anything.

She was standing on a small boat that cost five cents per person. She was probably a little short of money. She was wearing a half-new and half-old robe, a Taoist robe that looked half-male and half-female, with a circle of small patches on the cuffs. On her back was a tattered package and a sword, the scabbard of which was rusty.

This Taoist nun accurately interprets what "dusty and dusty" means, not to mention any color.

Cheng Qian had sharp ears and heard the whispers of the sword-cultivating disciples not far away.

"Who is that? Are you trying to kill yourself?"

"Hush - that's Tang Wanqiu, the real person from Mulan Mountain."

"What? She is... that Tang Wanqiu? The one who practices the 'madman' sword..."

"Why is she here too?"

"Alas... I am just one person... I really overestimate my abilities."

Cheng Qian had sharp ears and was able to hear the three words "Mu Lanshan" in the noise.

Her surname is also Tang... What is her relationship with the male ghost Tang Zhen?

Before he could think about it, a large group of ghosts in the sky turned towards Tang Wanqiu without any sadness or joy. The black clouds were filled with endless hostility and malice. The boatman was so scared that he huddled himself into a ball, wishing he could jump into the sea.

Jiang Peng glanced at Tang Wanqiu and didn't take her seriously at all. He suddenly pursed his lips and whistled. The sharp sound was like a thorn and pierced straight into everyone's ears. Cheng Qian only felt a roar in his ears. For a moment, he almost suspected that he was deaf.

Then, all the ghosts condensed into a black dragon and pounced on the hemp-robed Taoist nun on the broken boat. The boatman screamed and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and jumped into the water in panic. Before he could make a move, a ghost grabbed his ankle and bit it.

The boatman was nearly bitten into a cripple by the evil spirit, but a bright sword light suddenly came and severed the ghost's head and neck.

Tang Wanqiu's sword looked gray, but it was extremely clear and bright inside, almost dazzling. The dusty woman stood on the bow of the broken boat, holding a sword, and she was surrounded by thousands of ghost shadows, all alone.

No matter how bright the sword light was, it could only appear and disappear in the thick black fog. The shrill ghost cries and weird laughter mixed with the sound of the sea. Tang Wanqiu was almost hidden in the black fog in an instant, and only occasionally revealed a little bit of his embarrassing whereabouts.

She was alone at the center of the storm, and even though she was in a state of disgrace, it was an almost extremely disgraceful state.

She didn't seem to care that others stood by and watched in order to protect themselves. The overly sharp edges on her face were very firm, and she seemed to have become a living cynic.

Cheng Qian watched without blinking, but he soon found something wrong. Tang Wanqiu's sword was flying up and down, seemingly majestic, but actually at the end of his rope.

However, the demon cultivator himself was sitting on the cloud with his legs crossed leisurely, watching the fun. The ghost shadows appeared one after another, as if they were constantly gathering in the air and then rushing towards Tang Wanqiu.

Cheng Qian frowned, vaguely feeling that Master Tang might really not be able to defeat that evil cultivator.

There is no such thing as good triumphing over evil. The big devil is powerful, and no matter how tough she is, she is just a body of flesh and blood.

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and Tang Wanqiu suppressed her scream. The boat she was standing on could not bear the weight and broke into two. Master Tang managed to step on her sword and flew up, but was quickly pressed down by the ghosts. For a moment, the situation was dangerous.

Someone exclaimed, but no one helped her.

At this moment, a feather arrow suddenly flew out from the sky and condensed into a residual image in the air, piercing through the black fog wrapped around Master Tang without mercy. The tail feathers made a hoarse scream as they broke through the air. The ghosts retreated before they could panic, but the feather arrow continued to fly straight towards the demon cultivator in the clouds, as sharp as the first ray of light piercing the darkness at dawn.

Cheng Qian turned his head sharply and saw his master in shock.

It was unknown when Master Mu Chun had left the big ship and was standing on a tattered little boat. The boatman and the original passengers had long since hidden away somewhere. Master Mu Chun was soaking wet and his clothes were sticking to his body.

His slightly hunched back and skeletal weight were clearly visible, and he looked like a huddled, featherless old poultry.

Compared with him, even the impoverished Tang Wanqiu seemed much more respectable.

Cheng Qian pushed Li Yun away without thinking and ran out of the cabin, clinging to the side of the boat. He saw that his master was holding a set of ordinary bows and arrows, probably hung on the boat by the original passengers, and there were sawdust in his fingernails, it seemed that he had temporarily carved some talismans on the bows and arrows.

That earth-shattering arrow seemed to have exhausted all his strength. Master Mu Chun looked a little dejected. He supported himself with his longbow and barely stood on the shaky boat, like a shriveled leaf shivering in the autumn wind.

The demon cultivator was forced into a passive position by the arrow. He turned over and rolled down from the black cloud, hanging in the air, staring coldly at Master Mu Chun on the boat.

Master Mu Chun opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but swallowed it. After a while, he smiled softly and whispered, "Jiang Peng."

"Han Muchun." The demon cultivator showed an indescribable smile on his face, "Hello, very good, Han Muchun, a half-human and half-ghost who is left, actually dares to stand up for others."

Master Mu Chun slowly stopped his back which seemed to have been hunched for ten thousand years, and met the eyes of the big devil without avoiding or dodging. After a moment, his goatee curled up, and he seemed to reveal a somewhat vulgar and somewhat teasing smile, and said: "I am not talented."

Jiang Peng's face changed, and he waved his sleeves. In an instant, all the ghosts in the sky disappeared, leaving only him alone. He said grimly: "One is an ant who doesn't know his own limitations, and the other is a waste that is neither human nor inhuman. They just happened to be put into my soul lamp to send me to the North Sea..."

As he spoke, huge waves rose up in the sea, and the dark sea water in the depths suddenly rolled up as if it was boiling. After a moment, a giant water dragon broke out of the water, and with a sweep of its violent long tail, people and horses were thrown to the ground.

Master Mu Chun turned his head to glance at Cheng Qian who was looking at him eagerly not far away, and with a smile on his face, he drew out the ridiculous wooden sword from his waist. However, just when he was about to fight a rock with an egg, his arm was suddenly restrained by an invisible force.

Mu Chun Zhenren's expression finally changed, and at this moment, a voice said in his ear: "Don't move, I will deal with him."

Before Master Mu Chun could react, an old copper coin automatically rolled out from his sleeve.

The copper coin fell to the ground, and a layer of white smoke floated on it. It instantly merged into the abundant water vapor stirred up by the water dragon and rose up quietly and silently.

The place was in chaos. Master Mu Chun, who had been joking just now, stared at the huge water dragon in a daze. His expression changed several times, and finally became unusually solemn.

The water dragon had opened its mouth to bite a large ship, but suddenly it felt something and froze in mid-air. A moment later, it unexpectedly turned into a ball of water vapor and suddenly fell into the water, causing huge waves.

No one had expected this turn of events. Even Jiang Peng took a few steps back and asked grimly, "Who?"

The water vapor dissipated, and a black shadow gathered leisurely from all directions. Finally, it took the shape of a human being at the place where the water dragon had just appeared, but the face was still unclear.

The man laughed softly and spoke calmly, "Who is making such bold statements in front of me? Do you want to challenge the North Sea?"