Chapter 410 Chaotic Battle

Chen Fei looked around curiously, taking in his surroundings.

He had to admit—the Ghost King Hall was a masterclass in displaying the extravagance and ostentation of ancient cultivators.

Take the Yang Gate for example. Everything in sight was made from extremely pure, Yang-rich spiritual materials.

Even the floor was paved with polished Sunshine Stones, gleaming with blinding brilliance.

Sunshine Stone was, in essence, just an ordinary rock that had been infused with dense Yang energy over many years.

Only after undergoing this transformation would it become such a radiant and rare material.

Chen Fei remembered it well—for one reason:

It was insanely expensive.

Back in Huangwu City, during an auction, a palm-sized piece had appeared.

Even by pooling all the resources of the Qin family, he couldn’t afford it.

Even in the mighty Tianqing Holy Land, this was still considered a treasure-class item.

Now, seeing rows upon rows of Sunshine Stones lining the floor…

He felt the wild urge to dig them up on the spot.

But after his recent experience in the Law Enforcement Hall, he decided to suppress that temptation.

Risking everything for a few stones wasn’t worth it—especially when he didn’t even practice a Yang-oriented path.

Still, he was surprised that so many Yang-rich materials didn’t conflict with one another.

Instead of being blinding, their glow was actually soothing—clearly the result of a well-designed formation.

Unfortunately, Chen Fei couldn’t figure out what formation it was.

“This is beyond luxurious,” Dao Tong murmured in awe.

“Pfft! You two country bumpkins act like you’ve never seen the world,” sneered Ji Wugou, clearly mocking them.

“Back in the ancient era, this stuff was as common as bricks! Just hard to mine, that’s all!”

Chen Fei and Dao Tong ignored her.

This woman was clearly pampered since birth, the kind who couldn’t possibly understand the struggles of wandering cultivators.

She had every right to be arrogant, though—her clan had a Void Ascension Realm ancestor.

But her superiority clearly wasn’t sitting well with Chen Fei and Dao Tong, and Ji Wugou wasn’t happy about being ignored.

“You two! Get over here! Don’t embarrass yourselves!”

Chen Fei frowned.

“Are you ordering us around?”

Ji Wugou tilted her chin arrogantly.

“Obviously. This place is different from other areas—if you want to pass through, you have to cross the Nine-Turn Channel!”

“Don’t think this is just a normal trial realm,” she continued proudly.

“The strange fires within the Nine-Turn Channel are deadly. If you’re even slightly careless, you’ll be reduced to ash before you can react!”

Ji Wugou clearly knew more about the Ghost King Hall than anyone else here.

Even disciples from great sects like Tianqing Holy Land wouldn’t know as much as she did.

To her, traveling with Chen Fei and Dao Tong was already a favor.

And they should be grateful.

She folded her hands behind her back and waited smugly for them to follow her.

At that moment, Yin Tianfeng chuckled lightly.

The sound stabbed like a blade in Ji Wugou’s ears.

“Are you two deaf? Hurry up!” she shouted.

“And Yin Tianfeng, don’t get cocky! Once we pass through the Yang Gate, I’ll show you the true power of the Ji clan!”

Yin Tianfeng merely shook his head and gave her a pitying look before turning into a shadowy blur and vanishing toward the Nine-Turn Channel.

Chen Fei and Dao Tong didn’t even glance at Ji Wugou.

“Let’s go check out what makes this place so special,” Chen Fei said softly.

Dao Tong didn’t reply but silently followed.

Even though his fortune-reading techniques had failed earlier, he knew one thing for sure:

Chen Fei was a man of great fate.

Following him might not guarantee victory—but it would definitely keep him alive.

Ji Wugou trembled with fury as the two men blatantly ignored her.

“Bastards! You’re courting death!” she cursed through clenched teeth.

Chen Fei stopped walking.

Even a mud statue had limits to its patience.

So what if she was from the Ji Clan? So what if her ancestor had reached the Void Ascension Realm? That was probably thousands of years ago.

On the Xuanhuang Continent, even commoners likely had someone powerful in their lineage.

If we’re really going to compare backgrounds—who’s afraid of who?

Ever since Chen Fei had seen the golden mark on Ji Wugou’s forehead, he had been convinced of one thing:

She was not as untouchable as she thought.

“Miss Ji, this is the Ghost King Hall, not your clan’s private domain,” Chen Fei said coldly, then continued toward the Nine-Turn Channel.

Ji Wugou’s face darkened like thunderclouds.

That bastard actually dared to challenge me?!

She bit her lip and clenched her fists—but knew better than to strike now.

Just wait. I’ll make you pay later!

With a stomp of her foot, she stormed toward the channel behind them.

The so-called Nine-Turn Channel was clearly visible—a twisting golden waterway that split a golden river into nine curved passages.

Yin Tianfeng was the first to arrive, examining the passage briefly before stepping in.

“So this is the Golden Flame Water?” Chen Fei asked softly.

“Yes,” Dao Tong nodded.

“It’s pure Yang. Entering it can burn away impurities within your body, helping you reshape your physique.

It’s just like the Cold Flame in the Yin Gate.

If used well, it could elevate your physical form to an entirely new level.”

“This is why people are willing to risk everything to enter the Ghost King Hall.

If you can cross safely—even the lowest talent could become a top-tier body cultivator.”

Chen Fei raised an eyebrow.

Sounds great… but isn’t this a false premise?

Would someone with “poor talent” really even make it this far?

Still, if even geniuses craved the benefits of Golden Flame Water, it must be extraordinary.

At this point, Yin Tianfeng had already stepped into the channel.

A pale golden flame enveloped his entire body, the space around him twisting, and his figure gradually faded away.

Dao Tong spoke gravely:

“Don’t be fooled—this path might look straightforward, but it’s actually riddled with spatial turbulence.

Everyone who enters is pulled into a separate space.

Whether you can reach the other side, or what you encounter in there… no one can predict.”

“Feeling scared yet?” Ji Wugou’s voice rang out again as she caught up, unable to resist jabbing at them.

Chen Fei turned to glance at her, expression cold.

She continued smugly:

“I have a method to guarantee your safe passage.

If you follow me, I promise you’ll be fine!”

But Chen Fei just snorted dismissively.

He already knew what kind of person she was.

If she truly had a perfect solution, she wouldn’t be offering it so eagerly.

The fact that she was being so direct only meant one thing:

There was a flaw in her plan.