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Every day, countless Ghost Cultivators come and go from Xuanyin City, and the withered forest outside the city was equally lively, with Ghost Cultivators frequently gathering here to meet up. When they arrived, they spotted Ji Chengsi and Uncle Qi the Ghost King, accompanied by a group of neatly dressed Ghost Cultivators—clearly disciples of the Ji family.

From afar, Ji Chengsi enthusiastically waved, "Brother Ning, Miss Wen, you're here!"

Shi Wuming eagerly ran over, slinging an arm around his shoulder and laughing heartily, "Young Master Ji, we've arrived! Hope we didn't keep you waiting too long?"

"N-no, not at all."

Ji Chengsi once again acted like a shrinking violet, trying his best to avoid the other, but Shi Wuming treated him like a brother, seeing no need for formalities between comrades.

The Ji family disciples stared in shock, silently wondering if this was that "impressive lady" their young master had talked about encountering during his recent travels.

Uncle Qi the Ghost King remained utterly unfazed.

Finally freeing himself from Shi Wuming, Ji Chengsi hurriedly said, "The boat is already docked by the Undying Sea. Let's head there now."

The Ji family disciples produced a black flying skiff, and the group swiftly boarded.

Two hours later, the flying skiff arrived at the Undying Sea.

As they disembarked, a chilling, ominous wind swept over them, making their robes snap and flutter.

Under the dim, grayish sky in the distance stretched an endless sea, its waters churning with fine waves under the wind, layer upon layer crashing onto the silvery-gray shore.

The sea bore a cold hue—sometimes appearing black, other times silvery-gray—just what you'd expect from the Netherworld.

Several Ghost Cloud Boats were anchored by the shore, their black hulls adorned with patterns resembling radiant clouds, giving the ships an eerie, otherworldly vibe.

Ghost Cultivators bustled about on and around the boats, preparing for the upcoming voyage.

Many Ghost Cultivators poured in from everywhere—some boarding ships, others seeking passage, while a few lingered nearby, left watching helplessly from shore...

Ji Chengsi pointed to the three-tiered Ghost Cloud Boat in the center and said, "That's our Ji family's ship."

The ship's banner fluttered in the wind—black with bold crimson characters, the prominent "Ji" announcing who it belonged to.

Wen Qiao glanced at the two neighboring ships. The one on the left bore a blood-red "Ghost" character on its banner, while the one on the right displayed a crimson "Xuanyin."

"That left one belongs to the Ghost family, and the right one is from Xuanyin City," Ji Chengsi muttered. "Didn’t expect the Ghost family to send a ship too. They've always got to meddle in everything. So annoying."

A Ji family disciple chimed in, "Young Master, our Ji family is also involved. They probably find us just as annoying."

Ji Chengsi shot him a glare—thanks for nothing.

Just then, a peacock of a male Ghost Cultivator, waving a bone fan, approached, surrounded by a group of female Ghost Cultivators dressed in white robes with white hair ribbons.

In the Human Cultivator realm, white-robed female cultivators would look all elegant and fairy-like. But in the Netherworld, the ghostly pallor of these women, no matter how lovely their features, inevitably gave off serious creepy vibes.

Yet, regardless of the setting, a man surrounded by a gaggle of girls always carried an air of charm, drawing the attention of nearby Ghost Cultivators. It didn’t take long for them to recognize the ostentatious man as the young master of the Ghost family.

Even the Ghost Cultivators aboard the Xuanyin City ship craned their necks to watch—whenever the young masters of the Ji and Ghost families crossed paths, things were bound to get interesting.

"Well, well, if it isn’t Ji Liuliu," the male Ghost Cultivator, the infamous Gui Wei, greeted with a smile, fluttering his fan. (Ji Liuliu is a nickname/insult for Ji Chengsi.)

Ji Chengsi scowled. "Gui Wei, quit bothering me if you’ve got nothing important to say."

Unfazed, Gui Wei chuckled. "Haven’t seen you in a while, Ji Liuliu. Look at you, all grown up—even rolling with hotties now..." He suddenly shut up as his gaze swept over Wen Qiao and the other women.

Anyone with eyes could see that the four women accompanying Ji Chengsi put those ghost girls around Gui Wei to shame—their beauty was no contest.

This suddenly rubbed Gui Wei the wrong way.

It was the first time the attendants he brought with him had been outshone by the women accompanying Ji Liuliu. Where did Ji Liuliu even find these four girls?

Ji Chengsi was even more annoyed than him. "The Undead Sea is dangerous, yet you still bring a harem of beauties to sail—clearly, you're gambling with their lives! If I were you, I’d have long hidden in Ghost City and never come out."

"Well, you’re not me," Gui Wei retorted carelessly, his eyes still fixed on Wen Qiao and the other two.

Wen Tuti immediately grew unhappy and was about to snap back when Shi Wuming strode forward, slinging an arm over Ji Chengsi’s shoulder.

Ji Chengsi instantly clammed up like a scolded housewife, flustered and short of breath, wishing he could hide behind Uncle Qi.

Shi Wuming greeted with a smile, "Young Master Gui, I’m Young Master Ji’s friend—Shi Wuming. Are you Young Master Ji’s friend?"

"Who’s friends with him!"

"Indeed, we’ve known each other since we were mere ghosts."

The two spoke in unison. Compared to Ji Chengsi’s disgusted rebuttal, Gui Wei wore a charming smile and even shot Shi Wuming a smoldering look.

Shi Wuming returned the favor with a wink of his own.

Caught off guard, Gui Wei was actually bowled over by his sultry charm, suddenly feeling that this "girl" was so unique—even her very masculine demeanor exuded a charm ordinary girls lacked.

The surrounding ghosts: "..." The Gui family's resident playboy seemed to have met his match.

By the time they boarded the ship, Gui Wei wouldn't stop pestering Shi Wuming, "Miss Shi, why not join us instead? Our Gui family’s ship is crafted from ten-thousand-year-old Crimson Mist Ghost Cloudwood, handcrafted by Master Zhou himself of the Artifact City—absolutely sturdy, and can withstand even undead assaults..."

Ji Chengsi was having none of it. "Our Ji family’s ship is also made of ten-thousand-year-old Crimson Mist Ghost Cloudwood, and it was also forged by Master Zhou. What’s the difference?"

"Of course there’s a difference! Our Gui family’s ship has plenty of attentive maids to serve you, unlike your Ji family’s—a floating sausage fest, scarcely a woman to be found."