Although Alex had promptly had the Devouring Yin Ghost snatch back the yin qi plundered from Aya by the Nether Earth Ghost King and immediately returned it to her, having been tossed around for half a day, she had also suffered no light injuries.

If he didn’t slightly heal her, he feared it would affect her future cultivation.

The green light merged into Aya’s body, instantly causing her pale face to regain its rosy complexion.

A moment later, after confirming that her vital signs were completely restored, Alex withdrew his spiritual energy.

However, just as he was preparing to leave to let Aya get a good sleep, she weakly opened her eyes, saying hoarsely. "Where am I..."

Alex stopped in his tracks, smiling faintly. "Senior Sister Aya, this is your cave dwelling."

"My cave dwelling?" Aya froze slightly. She sat up, looked left and right, and said in astonishment.

"How did I escape and get back here?"

"Senior Sister Aya, are you muddled from sleep?" Alex said with deep interest.

"You’ve been sleeping here the whole time. You didn’t go anywhere."

"No, that’s not right!" Aya shook her head, a lingering trepidation in her voice.

"I was clearly knocked out by that Knox using some method and taken to the Hundred Ghost Mountain Range. I saw the legendary Nether Earth Ghost King, and he even sucked dry the yin qi in my body and snatched away my Vault of Divine Sword Heart..."

Alex forced down a smile. "Miss Aya, did you have a dream? Take a look, your yin qi and Vault of Divine Sword Heart are clearly both perfectly intact, aren’t they?"

Aya checked her own body. Indeed, the Vault of Divine Sword Heart was still safe and sound, and she wasn’t missing a single drop of yin qi.

Only then did she let out a long breath of relief.

"But what exactly is going on? If it was a dream, it couldn’t possibly be this real. Could it be that someone saved my life from the hands of the Nether Earth Ghost King?"

"Senior Sister Aya, you must be joking." Alex said, unable to hold back a laugh.

"The Nether Earth Ghost King is one of the Four Kings of the Hundred Ghost Mountain Range. His strength is unparalleled. If you truly were caught by him, who could possibly save you?"

"That’s true..." Aya nodded, muttering to herself.

"Could it be that I really was just dreaming?"

"Yeah, I also often have nightmares. It’s nothing." Alex waved his hand.

"Since that’s the case, good night, Senior Sister Aya. I will also go back to sleep."

"Okay, goodnight..." Aya clutched her chest and nodded, still feeling a bit panicked.

Subsequently, she suddenly reacted, noticing something wasn’t right.

"Wait, that’s not right. If I was really dreaming, then why would Junior Brother Taryn appear in my cave dwelling? Could it be..."

Aya pondered a few guesses, a trace of blush flashing across her pretty face.

"Did he want to sneakily take advantage of me while I was asleep? Hmph, sure enough, men are all the same! Junior Brother Taryn really is something. I was clearly willing to give myself to you, why did you have to be so sneaky about it? Or rather, do you prefer this kind of feeling?"

...

Aya and Alex returned to the Divine Blade Sect. Adrian also returned to the Holy Land, silently locking Knox inside the dungeon. Everything was peaceful, as if absolutely nothing had happened this night.

Late at night, in the Hundred Ghost Mountain Range, atop the North High Peak.

The Nether Earth Ghost King sat cross-legged on the ground, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

He used his spiritual treasure, the Bone Leaf Spirit, desperately trying to heal his injuries. However, even sucking the Bone Leaf Spirit’s power dry, he still couldn’t fill the bloody hole in his chest.

"Alex..." The Nether Earth Ghost King narrowed his eyes, his gaze full of intense, venomous resentment.

"This King has roamed unhindered for a lifetime, invincible in this world. This is the first time I have suffered such a massive loss at the hands of a living human. Even if I have to pay the greatest price, this King absolutely must take your life!"

Saying this, he abruptly raised the white bone scepter in his hand. From the eye sockets of the skull, seething black mist emerged, drifting toward the East, South, and West directions.

After about the time it takes an incense stick to burn, three majestic streams of ghost qi descended from the sky.

Three figures arrived from the East, South, and West respectively, manifesting before him.

Standing on the East side was a middle-aged man seething with yin qi.

He wore a suit and a top hat, with a thick beard on his face, possessing the handsome charm of a middle-aged uncle.

One of the Four Kings of the Hundred Ghost Mountain Range, the Master of the East High Peak, the Heavenly Fiend Ghost King.

On the South side was a burly, strapping giant, a full three meters tall.

His skin was pitch-black, and standing there, he looked like half a grand iron tower.

The most distinct feature on this giant was his hair, bright yellow, sharp and angular like lightning, with every strand shooting straight up into the sky. Between the strands, faint electric currents lingered, as if he had just been struck by lightning.

One of the Four Kings of the Hundred Ghost Mountain Range, the Master of the South High Peak, the Thunder Ghost King.

On the West side was a little girl with a petite and exquisite figure and a tender, cute appearance.

She had fair, clean skin, chubby cheeks, smooth long hair, and big, watery eyes. She held a candlestick in her hands, burning with a small, eerie red flame, looking quite adorable.

Not only did her figure form a stark contrast with the Thunder Ghost King, but this naive, pure appearance was completely out of place among the other malicious ghosts with their underworldly looks.

One of the Four Kings of the Hundred Ghost Mountain Range, the Master of the West High Peak, the Bright Candle Ghost King.

The three Great Kings gathered here, causing the North High Peak to seethe with black mist, its ghost qi soaring into the sky.