Chapter 142: Mount Mao

Upon hearing the words of Ye Yijian, the Ghost King was instantly filled with fury, a murderous intent flashing within her eyes. She slammed her heavy palm against the Soul-Binding Lock, causing the iron chains to rattle violently. Yet those chains were like giant serpents coiled tightly around her body, binding her so securely that she could not break free in the slightest. Every time she struggled, the chains only tightened further, plunging her into agonizing torment.

Seeing this, Ye Yijian could not help but sneer coldly, "You can't even protect yourself right now, yet you still talk about killing me? You had better pray for your own survival instead."

"What on earth do you people want?" the Ghost King asked, her teeth clenched and her gaze turning grim and cold.

"What do we want?" Following the Ghost King's words, an elderly Daoist priest let out a wicked laugh. "Naturally, we want to pierce you to death."

"How dare you!" the Ghost King snarled, her face contorting in a ferocious glare.

"Just watch whether I dare or not." With those words, the old Daoist walked up to the high platform with an evil grin, pulled out a peach-wood sword, and gestured with it as he said, "If I were to thrust this a couple of times down below, it would surely be a wonderful experience, wouldn't it?"

"You..." Hearing this, the Ghost King was instantly consumed by shame and anger. Though she had never partaken in worldly affairs between men and women, she understood what they meant. The old Daoist's actions were a blatant humiliation, and how could she not be enraged? Yet, bound by the Soul-Binding Lock, she was completely unable to move, leaving her utterly helpless to resist.

At this sight, the old Daoist laughed out loud. "Though your figure is quite decent, that nether region of yours is far too filthy. This deity fears soiling my peach-wood sword, so instead, I shall carve a couple of marks upon your face. Let us see how you will seduce men then."

"If you dare to mar my face, I will surely slaughter you!" Struck by both terror and fury, the Ghost King's countenance twisted into a crazed expression, radiating the menacing aura of a demon.

Undeterred, the old Daoist showed no fear whatsoever, instead sneering, "The more you resist, the more determined this deity is to carve those marks upon your face."

"You dare!" the Ghost King ground her teeth, her expression fierce and distorted.

"Hahahaha, just watch if I dare." The old Daoist laughed heartily, pointing the peach-wood sword straight toward the Ghost King's face.

Panic gripped the Ghost King. Trapped as she was by the Soul-Binding Lock, she possessed no means of defense, but making her submit was equally out of the question. With a fierce snarl, she roared, "If you dare to harm my face, the very first person I kill when I break free will be you!"

Unfazed by the threat, the old Daoist grew even more triumphant, as if her resistance were a source of great amusement to him.

Just as the peach-wood sword was about to pierce the Ghost King's face, Ye Yijian, standing below, seemed to have had enough of the spectacle. He shouted, "Junior brother, do not push things too far. This Ghost King is a woman I have taken a fancy to. If you ruin her face, she will become ugly, and your elder brother here will be displeased."

"What did you say?" Hearing Ye Yijian's words, the Ghost King flew into a rage. As a dignified Ghost King, renowned for her cold elegance and noble pride, how could she ever stoop to becoming a woman to such a beastly wretch?

Ye Yijian met her glare with a cold sneer. "It is your great fortune that this deity has taken a liking to you. If you obediently submit to me, I might just show mercy, spare your life, and grant you endless bliss and pleasure."

"In your dreams, you bastard! Even if I were to marry the reader of this book, I would never marry a brute like you!" With that, the Ghost King spat a mouthful of saliva directly at Ye Yijian.

Ye Yijian wiped the spittle from his face, his expression turning as dark as a storm cloud. "Such a steadfast vow to the death! But no matter how unwilling you may be, this deity has countless ways to torture you."

"You courting death, you bastard!" the Ghost King yelled in absolute outrage.

Ye Yijian let out a cold huff in response. "You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. Since you are so eager to witness my methods, I shall let you experience the true power of the Aphrodisiac Pill."

"What are you planning to do?" Upon hearing the mention of the Aphrodisiac Pill, the color drained from the Ghost King's face.

With a wicked grin, Ye Yijian replied, "What do I plan to do? Naturally, make you abandon your chastity."

With that, Ye Yijian drew a porcelain vial from his bosom, popped off the stopper, took a deep sniff, and sneered, "This is a fine product crafted by the Joy Sect. Even if a celestial fairy were to consume it, she would lose all control to the burning fires of desire."

"If you dare to use drugs on me, and my sister finds out, she will slaughter every last one of you!" the Ghost King roared, baring her teeth in fury.

"Hahahaha!" Ye Yijian burst into raucous laughter. "Death is at your doorstep, yet you still dare to utter such wild boasts. Even if the Ghost Immortal herself arrives, she will simply be walking straight into a trap of her own making."

"What is your true objective?" The Ghost King's expression shifted dramatically at those words.

Ye Yijian answered with a sinister smile, "Naturally, to make your sister become my senior brother's woman."

"You are truly seeking death!" Terrified and enraged, the Ghost King slammed her heavy palms against the iron chains. Boundless ghostly energy surged forth, though it was swiftly suppressed once more by the Soul-Binding Lock.

Indifferent to her struggle, Ye Yijian knew that with the Soul-Binding Lock in place, the Ghost King could stir up no great waves despite her boundless magical power. He turned to an elderly man in green robes standing nearby and asked, "Senior brother, do you think the Ghost Immortal will come?"

That green-robed elder was none other than Ye Qingzi. Hearing the question, he replied, "The Ghost King is the Ghost Immortal's sister; she will certainly come."

Overjoyed, Ye Yijian exclaimed, "Splendid! We have already laid an inescapable net. Even if she comes, she will fall right into our hands, and our eldest senior brother's wish will finally be fulfilled."

Ye Qingzi nodded slightly and murmured, "I only hope she will not blame me for doing this."

At that very moment, the sky above Mount Mao suddenly rippled, tearing open a ghostly portal. A procession of figures emerged from within.

Those figures were none other than Jiang Xiaofei and his companions.

Gazing upon Mount Mao before them, a chilling, murderous intent radiated from Jiang Xiaofei, while Junyao's eyes burned with the exact same lethal hostility.

The Corpse King, however, remained entirely nonchalant. With a light chuckle, he remarked, "I have long heard that Mount Mao's grand protective array is as impregnable as an iron fortress, but seen today, it is nothing special. I doubt it could withstand even a single finger of mine."

Jiang Xiaofei shook his head slightly. "Even so, it must not be underestimated. Once we rescue the captive, we leave immediately. Do not linger in a protracted battle."

The Corpse King nodded without objection. Though he fancied himself invincible beneath the heavens, he still harbored a lingering dread toward Mount Mao. After all, even the legendary King Xiao of the past had nearly perished upon this very mountain, proving the profound and terrifying heritage of the sect.

Without further words, Jiang Xiaofei raised his hand and swept it forward. Boundless, surging True Phoenix Flames swept across the firmament, slamming directly into the mountain-protecting array.

Under the blazing devastation of the True Phoenix Flames, the grand array instantly shattered into pieces.

The moment the array collapsed, countless disciples soared out from within Mount Mao. Among them, a young man shouted angrily, "Who goes there? Why do you dare to trespass upon Mount Mao? Are you unaware that this is sacred ground?"

"The ones who have come to kill you," Jiang Xiaofei replied coldly. He stepped forward, sweeping his hand once more to unleash another torrent of raging True Phoenix Flames.

As the flames surged forward, the Mount Mao disciples hastily formed a sword array to block them. Yet the True Phoenix Flames were immensely powerful—capable of reducing even masters of the Dao-Extreme Realm to ashes—let alone these ordinary disciples.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Mount Mao disciples were incinerated, leaving not even a trace of dust behind.

The Corpse King watched the scene with a hint of genuine astonishment, smiling as he said, "Brother Feng's methods are truly formidable. Even I fell far short of such power back in the day."

Jiang Xiaofei offered no reply. Though he was not a man bloodthirsty by nature, he was never one to show mercy when provoked, especially since Mount Mao had struck first. How could he possibly tolerate such insolence?

With a flicker of his figure, he shot directly into the depths of Mount Mao.

Junyao and the Corpse King swiftly followed in his wake.