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Taciturn ghosts hate being bombarded with questions the most.

Seeing him approach, Uncle Qi turned and left, leaving Ji Chengsi to answer Wen Qiao's questions.

Ji Chengsi said, "The Sea of the Undead also has storms. It's said that when storms strike, the undead grow stronger, making them a real pain. All Ghost Cultivators sailing out hope to avoid storms. Fortunately, storms in the Sea of the Undead are generally rare, or else we'd be in trouble."

"However, if there's a thunderstorm, those undead creatures are actually weakened. As you know, lightning's always been bad news for evil—not only unfriendly to undead but also to us Ghost Cultivators. We’d better avoid thunderstorms."

As he spoke, Ji Chengsi also grew worried, hoping they wouldn’t face a thunderstorm this time.

Once Wen Qiao’s curiosity was satisfied, Ji Chengsi went to find Uncle Qi.

He found Uncle Qi at the stern of the ship and asked anxiously, "Uncle Qi, will there be a thunderstorm?"

"Uncertain."

"What about a storm?"

"There will be."

Ji Chengsi muttered, "Oh," before suddenly asking, "Uncle Qi, you seem to like Miss Wen quite a bit. Is it because she's someone I admire?" By the end, he was beaming, smug about his great taste, thinking if even Uncle Qi liked her.

Uncle Qi glanced at him, looking at him like he was an idiot. "Idiot!"

"How am I an idiot?" Ji Chengsi protested.

Uncle Qi said nothing more, instead turning his gaze toward the sea ahead. Within sight, two tattered ships suddenly appeared.

Ji Chengsi exclaimed, "Hey, who do those ships belong to?"

The appearance of these two ships drew the attention of everyone on board. Wen Qiao and the others also rushed out from the cabins, craning their necks for a better look.

As the two ships drew closer, their condition became clear—battered to hell, as if they had endured countless battles. The hulls were covered in scratches and gashes, clearly the work of undead. The decks were also in disarray, with signs of a fight everywhere, indicating the hardships these ships had faced.

As the two ships approached, the Ji family, the Ghost family, and the Netherdark City all signaled with flags.

A Ghost Cultivator from one of the ships shouted, "We heard the Fallen Dragon is on the largest Moonview Island. Powerful undead have appeared near the island, and many ships can't get close. If you plan to go there, you’d better gear up."

The Netherdark City steward cupped his hands in gratitude for the warning and asked, "Are you leaving?"

"Yes, our ships encountered high-level undead. We didn’t stand a chance."

Many Ghost Cultivators had rushed headlong into the Sea of the Undead in search of the Fallen Dragon, but after enduring relentless attacks from the undead, quite a few had given up. The undead alone could wipe them out—how could they dare dream of the Fallen Dragon? The brutal assaults and the countless companions lost to the sea had finally snapped them out of their delusions, and many Ghost Cultivators began retreating.

From the looks of those ships, you could tell how brutal the battles they had endured were.

Yet neither the Ji family, the Ghost family, nor Netherdark City backed down. After thanking them for the information, they pressed onward.

By then, the sky had darkened, and thunder growled in the distance.

All the Ghost Cultivators paled, on edge.

Whether undead or Ghost Cultivators, all detested thunderstorms—they were far too hostile to them.

As they fought off undead creatures climbing onto the ship, the rain began to fall in heavy, icy drops, sending chills down their spines.

A deafening thunderclap roared, and a blinding white bolt of lightning split the sky.

The Ghost Cultivators' faces turned ashen, wishing they could just disappear.

In comparison, human cultivators may not enjoy being struck by lightning either, but a few strikes aren’t a big deal—they can even use lightning to refine their bodies. Unlike ghost cultivators and those undead, who are easily injured by lightning.

Because of the storm, there weren’t many undead creatures tonight. Wen Qiao casually caught one and tossed it into the Ruyi Bracelet, sending it back to the cabin for Ning Yuzhou to study, then returned to the deck to keep watch.

Ji Chengsi stood under the eaves to avoid the thunderstorm, yelling to her, "Miss Wen, come back quickly! Be careful of the lightning!"

Wen Qiao waved at him reassuringly, signaling that they would help guard the ship.

As the storm grew fiercer, the rest of the Ji clan’s disciples finally couldn’t take it anymore and retreated into the cabin. Just then, lightning struck, hitting an undead creature that had surfaced from the sea.

The undead let out a piercing shriek.

Wen Qiao narrowed her eyes, but by the time she tried to get a clearer look, the undead had already disappeared into the sea.

Wen Tutu and Wu Xiongan, seeing that she hadn’t retreated, naturally didn’t back down either. They let the others return to the cabin to rest, figuring that with two Yuanchuang stage cultivators standing guard, there shouldn’t be much of a problem.

Shi Wuming wasn’t so sure, standing under the eaves to observe the situation outside.

Wu Jingping glanced at Wen Qiao and the other two braving the storm, then quickly stole a look at Ghost King Uncle Qi standing in the shadows nearby. He whispered, "Shi Wuming, won’t Miss Wen and the others draw the attention of those ghost cultivators?"

That Ghost King called Uncle Qi didn’t speak much, but every time they faced him, his bottomless eyes gave Wu Jingping a strange feeling—as if he could see right through everything.

"So what if they do? Besides, we’ve left so many clues, they’ve probably already figured it out."

Wu Jingping was stunned. "What?"

Shi Wuming turned to him with a grin and patted his shoulder. "Young man, don’t be so tense. It’s no big deal."

No big deal?! Wu Jingping’s scalp prickled. They were currently mixed in with a crowd of ghost cultivators, surrounded by ghosts—if their identities were exposed…

"If they’re exposed, so be it. The fact that they haven’t said anything is a kind of tacit understanding, isn’t it?"

Wu Jingping quickly calmed down, mulling over Shi Wuming’s words and realizing he was right.

Though their disguises were solid, after spending so much time together, the instincts of cultivators would inevitably reveal some flaws. The world wasn’t short of clever people, and these ghost cultivators weren’t fools—especially the Ghost King. Anyone paying attention would spot the clues.