Honghuang: I am the Chaos Pearl, and Hongjun is nothing.

Some of these ghost girls are not only beautiful, but also have a strong spiritual energy flowing through their bodies. To them, these ghost girls are undoubtedly a generous gift.

Some of them kept the ghost girls as maids, while others accepted them as disciples, enriching their own sects like going to a market, full of lively atmosphere.

However, Lin Yu didn't care about the behavior of these cultivators at all. In his eyes, the world was only about tracking the whereabouts of the Ghost King in the middle of the night.

He stared at the road ahead, his eyes as sharp as lightning, as if he could see through all obstacles and track down the trace of the Ghost King of the Night.

He held the Nine-Light Sun Wheel in his hand, walked steadily, and looked calm. Neither the noise of the cultivators nor the panic of the ghost girls affected his mind.

He has only one goal in his mind, and that is the Ghost King of the Night. Nothing can stop him from pursuing him.

Behind Lin Yu, the fairy Tengluo followed. She looked at Lin Yu's resolute back and couldn't help but admire him.

She knew that the reason why Lin Yu became a recognized immortal in the world was because of his strong will that would not change no matter what difficulties he encountered.

In this magical space, although the appearance of the ghost girls caused a commotion, it soon returned to calm.

Every cultivator found a ghost girl that satisfied him or her, and then took them back to their place of practice to continue their practice life.

Lin Yu and Tengluo Fairy continued to track the whereabouts of the Late Night Ghost King. Their goal never changed. During Lin Yu's tracking of the Late Night Ghost King, the distance between him and the Late Night Ghost King was like a tug-of-war. Sometimes they were close, sometimes they were far away.

However, no matter how hard the Ghost King tried, he could not escape Lin Yu's pursuit.

Finally, after several hours of tracking, the figure of the Night Ghost King appeared in Lin Yu's sight. He turned into a faint virtual object, almost unhindered by the underground soil. However, even so, he still couldn't escape Lin Yu's tracking.

"Lin Yu, the one beside you is not Fairy Qinluo. If I fight hard from the beginning, you can't stop me. Unfortunately, now

A look of despair appeared on the face of the Ghost King late at night.

Lin Yu sneered, and swung his arm violently. Like a violent storm, a huge force rushed directly towards the Ghost King of the Night.

The ghost king at midnight was unable to resist, and his body was instantly broken into pieces, turning into a ghost aura. "You must have a rare treasure on you, and you will be killed by the powerful sooner or later!"

The Ghost King's voice in the middle of the night seemed to come from the Netherworld, full of despair and regret. "Haha, that's not something you can predict,"

Lin Yu's voice was calm and he waved his arm, and all the ghost energy of the Late Night Ghost King was sucked into the magic weapon space.

In the magic weapon space, the ghost cultivators cheered when they saw this scene.

They seemed to be seeing a feast, the cultivators were laughing and absorbing the ghost energy, like falling snowflakes.

Lin Yu smiled lightly, then turned around and continued on his way.

He knew that no matter what difficulties lay ahead, he would face them one by one, because he was Lin Yu, respected by the world as Lin Yu.

Lin Yu's figure was like the wind breaking through the waves, unhindered all the way, and he returned to the bustling trading market again.

He looked around and found that because of the death of the Ghost King late at night, the sky of the entire market became much brighter, the ghost aura was no longer strong, and the number of evil ghosts trading was also much less.

A glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, and he thought, "The Ghost King should be the master of this place when he was here late at night, but now that he has fallen, the entire Ghost Mountain has become ownerless."

His gaze fell on those ghosts who were wandering aimlessly due to the death of the Ghost King in the middle of the night. They were masterless and helpless, like grass in frost, pitiful and sad.

"We have to wait for the next master to arrive."

Lin Yu whispered, with a subtle indifference and a sense of disillusionment in his voice.

His eyes slowly swept over everything in the market, stopping at the trading areas that were once lively and prosperous. Now the trading areas were bustling with people, and the ghosts had lost control of the Night Ghost King, and were becoming confused, mocking and fighting with each other.

Lin Yu smiled slightly, his body moved with the wind, and he stepped into this prosperity.

His arrival seemed to bring a bit of calm to the bustling market. The ghosts turned their heads to look at him, with fear and expectation in their eyes.

Under the gaze of the ghosts, Lin Yu walked to the center of the market. He slowly stood still with an inexplicable light in his eyes.

He said, "This mountain has no owner. If anyone is capable, come and claim it."

His tone was indifferent, as if this market, this ghost mountain, and these ghosts had nothing to do with him. When the ghosts heard Lin Yu's words, a flame of hope ignited in their hearts. They looked at Lin Yu, their eyes flashing with expectation and excitement.

This is their hope and their future, but they don’t know yet where all this will lead them.

Lin Yu stepped into the big ship, and his light figure looked particularly elegant in the cabin.

The passengers all looked at him, and for an instant, the atmosphere on the ship seemed to freeze. All the sounds and actions made way for him at this moment.

Master Yumo stood aside, looking at Lin Yu's figure with deep eyes, and an admiring look appeared on his face.

His calm eyes seemed to contain the indifference of seeing through everything in the world, as if everything was within his expectations. Zhao Zhaoyan was full of curiosity. He looked at Lin Yu with envy and yearning in his eyes. He asked, "Lin Yu, what is your understanding of cultivation?" His words were full of desire for knowledge and admiration for the strong.

Lin Yu smiled slightly and did not answer, but the brightness in his eyes was like bright stars, illuminating Zhao Zhaoyan's eyes.

He looked at Zhao Zhaoyan quietly, as if he was looking at a young seedling, hoping that it would grow strong one day.

The conversation between Lin Yu and Zhao Zhaoyan attracted the attention of the crowd. They looked at the two of them curiously, as if they wanted to spy on something from their conversation.

As for Master Yumo, he just watched quietly, without saying anything, and just smiled slightly, appearing extremely elegant.

Under everyone's gaze, Lin Yu slowly opened his mouth and discussed the secret method of cultivation with Zhao Zhaoyan.

His official language reveals his understanding of the great principles, his perception of life, and his knowledge of the world. His words are like a clear stream, slowly flowing through everyone's heart.

When people listened to Lin Yu's explanation, it was as if they were hearing a passionate poem, a poem depicting endless truths and endless wisdom.

They looked at Lin Yu, and a feeling of admiration rose in their hearts. This was admiration for the strong and also admiration for knowledge.