Who was stronger and who was weaker was instantly clear.

A man who could solo the Nether Earth Ghost King without taking any damage, which blind little ghost would dare to step forward and seek death?

In the past, the Hundred Ghost Mountain Range was a forbidden zone for the living where malicious ghosts ran rampant.

But from this moment forward, a living human had shattered this terrifying legend.

The Hundred Ghost Mountain Range was still a forbidden zone for the living, except for the Saint Lord of the Hale family, Alex.

...

With no little ghosts blocking the path, Alex traveled unimpeded and reached the bottom of the mountain in just over half an hour.

Just as he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he saw a gust of astral wind sweep over from afar. It was exactly Adrian showing himself, his face was burning with anxiety as he said in fear and trepidation.

"Saint Lord, you have finally come out!"

"Adrian?" Alex said with deep interest.

"Why are you here?"

"I heard from Elara that you came to the Hundred Ghost Mountain Range all alone, so I hurriedly chased after you." Adrian said with a bitter face.

"As a result, after arriving, I couldn’t find a trace of you. I’ve been waiting here for a full half an hour!"

"Oh?" Alex asked with a puzzled smile.

"Since you’ve already been here for half an hour, why didn’t you enter the mountain to find me?"

Adrian’s mouth twitched slightly, he cast a glance at the Hundred Ghost Mountain Range seething with black mist and said weakly.

"Do I dare? This is a forbidden zone for the living. Do you think everyone is like you, daring to charge in single-handedly without a second word to save someone?"

"Heh heh, that’s true." Alex nodded with a dry laugh, he took the Rakshasa Demon Umbrella from his storage ring and casually tossed it to Adrian.

"It’s good that you’re here. Help me take this back."

Adrian revealed a look of suspicion. "This Rakshasa Demon Umbrella is the Saint Lord’s personal supreme treasure. Why are you handing it over to this subordinate?"

"There’s a person stored inside. After you get back, let the person out and lock him in the dungeon."

"Oh, understood." Adrian nodded.

"Is the Saint Lord not returning to the Holy Land with me?"

"Mhm, just report that I’m safe. I am going to send this little girl directly back to the Divine Blade Sect." Alex was just preparing to leave when he thought of something.

"Right, you don’t need to continue monitoring Knox for the time being. The Nether Earth Ghost King of the Hundred Ghost Mountain Range has a ghost technique divine ability named Nether Earth Soul Chase. Find a way to help me investigate the profound mysteries of this ghost tecnique."

Adrian asked curiously. "Saint Lord, weren’t you always having me monitor Knox previously? Why are you suddenly giving up?"

Alex pointed at the Rakshasa Demon Umbrella and shrugged. "Knox is already packed inside here. What is there left to monitor?"

"Oh... Ah?!" Adrian widened his eyes, instantly feeling as if the weight of the umbrella in his hands had grown a few fractions heavier.

Immediately, Alex said nothing more. He waved his hand, summoning a black mist floating cloud, and took Aya back to the Southwestern region.

He had only been gone for a few short days, but upon returning to Broken Sword Peak, this place had once again undergone rapid transformations.

A group of new disciples, under the leadership of Nerin, were practicing evening exercises on the martial arts training ground.

And right in the dead center of the training ground stood a statue.

It was of two people, a man and a woman, wielding swords and dancing together like a divine martial couple. That man and woman were exactly himself and Aya.

Alex, carrying Aya, was staring blankly from a distance. Nerin noticed him, and his eyes instantly lit up. "Taryn? And Miss Aya?"

"Children, quickly look! Those two are precisely the ones I often tell you about, the two most outstanding talents of our entire Divine Blade Sect, Taryn Lark and Aya Cale!"

The disciples instantly abandoned their practice and swarmed over like a hive of bees.

"Wow, this is the legendary Senior Brother Taryn? He indeed has an extraordinary appearance!"

"And Senior Sister Aya, she is so beautiful, possessing heavenly beauty and national grace!"

"Eh? Why has Senior Sister Aya fallen asleep in Senior Brother Taryn’s embrace? Could it be that they just..."

As some female disciples spoke, their expressions started to turn strange, revealing gossipy, mischievous smiles.

The corners of Alex’s mouth twitched slightly. He truly couldn’t be bothered to entangle with these little brats, he shot Nerin a cold glance and directly teleported away. This grudge, I’ve noted it down!

After expanding by tens of thousands of disciples, the entire Broken Sword Peak appeared exceptionally lively.

The only thing worth rejoicing over was that the Hidden Broken Sword Cave where they lived was still relatively peaceful.

After all, the sky-piercing yin qi inside the cave was not something to be joked with.

No matter how courageous these newcomers were, it was impossible for them to joke around with their own little lives.

Returning to the Hidden Broken Sword Cave, Alex had just let out a slight sigh of relief when he heard Sylra’s teasing voice from behind him.

"You young people truly have vigorous firepower, to actually play until this late before coming back."

Alex turned his head. Sylra was currently sitting in a recliner, looking at them with a face full of lively interest.

"Aren’t you, old man, also not asleep?" Alex casually brushed him off with a perfunctory remark, then prepared to carry Aya back to the cave dwelling.

Sylra casually added. "Right, brat, in a few days the Sect Master is going to hold an elemental assessment. Are you and that girl interested in participating?"

"Not interested." Alex didn’t hesitate at all, rejecting this boring chore on behalf of Aya as well.

He opened the restrictive barrier, walked into the cave dwelling, and settled Aya onto the bed.

Then, circulating his spiritual energy, he gathered a green dot of light between his index and middle fingers and gently placed it on Aya Cale’s forehead.

"Wood Spirit, Revival of Spring Technique!"