Chapter 367 Seizing the Ghost King Tokens

As the Elder Shenji waved his Heaven-Covering Banner, the sky above the Tianqing Sacred Land was visibly divided into distinct regions.

The red area clearly belonged to the evil cultivators, teeming with a horde of sinister-looking figures, all gazing malevolently at Mu Yunshu and the others.

The black area was filled with vicious demonic beasts, their eyes brimming with bloodlust and savagery.

Earlier, the roaring fury of the Tianqing Patriarch had awakened the entire sacred land—everyone knew that something major was happening!

Duo Mingzi, as the eldest senior brother, was the first to respond. Chen Fei had also departed from Shaocui Mountain, joining the others as they rushed to the outskirts of the Tianqing Sacred Land.

The gathered cultivators formed a stream of pure energy and, without hesitation, charged into the oppressive red and black mists surrounding them.

Despite being outnumbered, they managed to withstand the pressure of the two invading forces—this was their home turf, after all.

“Sect Master!”

Duo Mingzi and the others saluted Mu Yunshu with solemn expressions.

The tension between the two sides immediately grew explosive.

From within the Tianqing crowd, Miao Yue leaned toward Chen Fei and whispered:

“Looks like the Ghost King Token battle just got a lot more complicated.”

“If the evil cultivators and demon beasts truly join forces… this could escalate into war,”

Chen Fei muttered, his voice heavy.

Even within their own territory, their advantage wasn’t certain.

Mu Yunshu had originally believed that the appearance of Tian Zheng would lead to a split within the demon clan—but clearly, that hadn’t happened.

The Ghost King Hall affair had instead united Tian Zheng and Tian Qi, forcing pressure onto Tianqing from two fronts.

As for the evil cultivators—no explanation was needed.

Mu Yunshu had already been suspicious of how the Bloodcloud Sect had suddenly appeared without warning last time.

Now, with Elder Shenji unveiling the Heaven-Covering Banner, it was all clear—this had been in the works for some time.

Suddenly, the Tianqing Patriarch appeared before Mu Yunshu, his imposing figure standing tall like a mountain.

“We greet the Patriarch!”

All Tianqing disciples shouted in unison, voices echoing across the land.

There was no doubt—the Patriarch was their spiritual pillar. With his presence, the morale of Tianqing soared; eyes sharpened, and battle intent flared in their hearts.

Yan Wujiao stepped forward, smiling at the Patriarch:

“What does the Patriarch think of my proposal?”

“Interesting. I didn’t expect you to make it this far. A shame, truly.”

The old man cast him a glance, then raised an eyebrow slightly.

Yan Wujiao responded with a relaxed grin:

“Destiny lies in human hands.”

“Ha! A fine phrase,”

the Patriarch mused, then went silent for a moment.

“Very well. Since you all want to fight over the Ghost King Tokens, then let all tokens be presented. Winner takes all.”

This pronouncement caused many Tianqing disciples’ expressions to shift.

To them, it sounded like a compromise. A concession.

Yan Wujiao gave a respectful bow:

“Many thanks to the Patriarch for his generosity.”

But his tone carried a trace of mockery—humble on the surface, smug underneath.

“Why?! Why would he agree to this?”

Someone muttered, eyes hollow.

“Patriarch, we’re not afraid to die! Let’s kill them all!”

Another roared in fury, raising his magical weapon.

Clearly, Tianqing disciples were deeply dissatisfied with the decision.

With a wave of the Patriarch’s hand, the rowdy crowd immediately calmed.

“If you are angry—then prove it! Seize the tokens back with your strength!”

With a second wave, five Ghost King Tokens appeared mid-air.

Yan Wujiao, unfazed, casually tossed over two more tokens from the evil sect’s side.

Seven tokens in total now floated in the sky.

“I’ve been sealed for years. Our demon race has grown lax, so we have no tokens,”

Tian Zheng stepped forward and said, glancing at Tian Qi.

Tian Qi, towering and muscular, exuded power from every fiber of his being. A powerhouse of the Li Gang Clan, he didn’t respond to Tian Zheng’s provocation.

But many of his clan members gave Tian Zheng unfriendly glances.

Tian Zheng just chuckled, acting like a rogue. His intentions were obvious: snatch a token without contributing one.

“Seven Ghost King Tokens. Let strength decide,”

the Tianqing Patriarch said coldly.

Just as Yan Wujiao was about to speak, a gritted, venomous voice rang out from behind him:

“No! There should be eight! One of them is with him!”

Wang Fang pointed straight at Chen Fei, hatred clear in his eyes.

Previously hidden in the crowd, Chen Fei now became the center of attention.

Everyone—evil cultivators, demon beasts, and Tianqing disciples alike—turned curious eyes toward him.

Who was this man that already held a Ghost King Token?

Chen Fei didn’t deny it. With a carefree smile, he pulled out the token:

“Come on, Wang Fang. Be honest! You sold me that token with your life on the line. I took it fair and square. Right?”

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

“S-Senior Brother Chen actually has a Ghost King Token?”

“Sold his life? Sounds like there’s a story here…”

“You kidding? Just look at Wang Fang’s face—Senior Brother Chen must’ve whooped him hard! And that guy isn’t weak at all!”

The disciples began whispering animatedly.

Chen Fei casually tossed the token to the Patriarch:

“Wang Fang, you better pray we don’t meet in the match… I won’t go easy on you again.”

Wang Fang trembled with rage at being humiliated in public:

“You’d better hope you don’t face me… I’ll tear you apart myself!”

Their verbal duel felt out of place amid such a serious gathering of powerful forces, but no one interrupted.

Meanwhile, Elder Shenji turned his gaze to Chen Fei, eyes flashing with cold light.

The Tianqing Patriarch scoffed and took a step forward—

Boom!

A loud crack split the earth beneath Shenji’s feet.

Chen Fei quickly retreated behind Wang Situ and the others. He knew his limits—he couldn’t handle a Heaven Dao Realm cultivator yet.

Elder Shenji coughed up another mouthful of blood and turned away, sneering:

“No wonder the Tianqing Sacred Land has remained powerful—so many talents, indeed!”

The Patriarch ignored him and declared:

“Three days from now—the battle for the Ghost King Tokens begins! Right here! Only the strongest will claim them!”

With those words, he vanished.

Mu Yunshu turned to Yan Wujiao:

“Anyone not participating in the match—retreat at least a thousand meters.

If you interfere… don’t blame me for being merciless.”

The Tianqing Sacred Land had its Dao Guardians, and once activated, the evil cultivators would suffer massive losses.

“Fine!”

Yan Wujiao, having achieved his goal, agreed without resistance.

Tian Zheng lazily scratched his ear:

“You brats heard the Sect Master, right? Go mess around on the nearby hills or something.”

Mu Yunshu glared at him:

“If a single civilian dies—you’ll pay with ten lives. Now leave!”

With that fierce declaration, she turned and hurried back to the Sacred Land—to speak with the Patriarch directly. She had questions… many questions.