At a place ten thousand miles from the gorge stood a city.
This city was built beside the Black Water Pond, shrouded in perpetual darkness. To the Ghost Race, it was considered an invaluable site of blessing.
This was the realm of the Youhuan Ghost King, who controlled tens of thousands of miles of territory and commanded over a dozen Ghost Masters.
At this moment,
Youhuan City was abuzz with activity. A dozen merchant caravans, drawn by ghost horses and shadow oxen, arrived in grand procession, bringing with them a myriad of rare treasures.
Without exception, these merchant caravans came from the Ghost Masters under the Ghost King’s command, under the pretense of paying tribute.
But only those Ghost Masters truly understood what this supposed "tribute" actually meant.
Among the treasures brought, the most abundant were various living souls.
In this ghostly realm, living souls had become a form of hard currency akin to money.
If one wasn’t sure what to offer, gifting living souls would surely not go wrong.
Naturally, the Youhuan Ghost King had noticed this, yet his heart could muster little joy.
After all, of all the precious goods gifted to him, not a single one was his to keep—they had to be passed further up the chain.
To his excessively greedy nature, this was an unbearable reality.
Thus, his expression had been grave throughout.
Consequently, the atmosphere in the Council Hall grew heavy.
His subordinates, knowing their lord’s temper all too well, dared not make even the slightest sound—though they wouldn’t breathe even if they could.
"Which territory has yet to deliver its tribute?" Youhuan Ghost King asked in a deep voice.
One figure stepped forward from the ranks, "My Lord, only Du Wang, Ghost Master of the Poison Node, has yet to deliver the mandatory tribute!"
"Hmph! Du Wang!" Upon hearing the name, Youhuan boiled with rage and slammed the table violently.
"That rogue has been relying on his considerable strength and potential to ascend to the rank of Ghost King! He’s grown increasingly disrespectful to me. Now it seems I must teach him a lesson!"
As his words ended, a flash of greed and malice flickered in Youhuan’s eyes.
The hall fell into silent agreement.
No one among the ghosts dared make a sound.
For them, such incidents were utterly ordinary.
The Ghost Race was, after all, a species that fully embodied the principles of survival of the fittest and the law of devouring the weak.
As long as Du Wang had not ascended to Ghost King, Youhuan’s treatment of him was entirely within bounds.
Still, one ghost couldn’t hold back their curiosity and spoke, "My Lord, the Destined Ghost Monarch traditionally hosts grand birthday celebrations every year. Why is it exceptionally extravagant this time though?"
"Indeed! I’ve heard that all the Ghost Kings are required to attend!" This sparked a commotion in the Council Hall.
Youhuan sneered, "A birthday celebration? Ha! What a joke! That nonsense would only fool clueless fools like you! That Destined Ghost Monarch is merely using the pretense of a grand celebration to gather us Ghost Kings for a discussion!"
Youhuan’s words revealed his intense discontent toward his superior.
To be fair, it was impossible for him to harbor satisfaction toward his superior.
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