The Purgatory Calamity-Chapter 132 - 117: Seizing the Ghost Altar_1

"Surname Yang, a twisted melon never tastes sweet, why must you be so hung up on this matter?"

Zhao Ling couldn’t stand it any longer and coldly taunted, "In front of the Ghost Altar, the women you took possession of by every means at your disposal, you didn’t care for any of them. People like you only ever have themselves in their hearts. Even facing death, why must you still harm others?"

"In this lifetime, I just like this particular thrill!"

Yang Yuansen shamelessly bared his teeth in a grotesque smile at sisters Bai Wei and Bai Zhi, "Since we’re all going to die anyway, you two can’t escape either. Why not take these few days to properly taste what a man is like? Hey, I have no other skills, but I’m quite impressive in that regard, I guarantee I can make you sisters ecstatic to heaven!"

"We don’t want you!"

Bai Wei was on the verge of crying.

At this critical moment between life and death, Bai Zhi, who was usually the calmer sister, bravely spoke up, "My master said, we two... belong to Hong Jian."

Bai Wei suddenly came to her senses and quickly added, "Yes, master already told us he would give us to Hong Jian!"

The next moment, she took her sister’s hand and they both stood behind Pang Jian.

In this manner, they declared their true affection for the young man with a spear who had rescued them from dire straits.

"I’ve also made it very clear, when Hong Jian reappears, the sisters belong to Hong Jian!"

Meng Qiulan stated firmly.

She then cast an approving look at the two sisters.

With her level of cultivation, she couldn’t suppress the extremely vicious Yang Yuansen, and with Yang Yuansen already resigned to his fate, it was feared he would dare to do anything.

Pang Jian, having the ability to slay Fei Zheng of the Blood Moon, would naturally have no trouble dealing with Yang Yuansen.

Pang Jian, who originally intended to use the power of the Dark Ghost to exchange for a batch of scarce Spiritual Material, did not shift his gaze from the Ghost Altar until Bai Wei and Bai Zhi stood behind him.

He looked at Yang Yuansen and after a thoughtful pause, he said, "I’ve heard that only the Hall Master of Dark Ghost can possess a Ghost Altar. Yang Yuansen, since you’re prepared to die, why not give the Ghost Altar you have to me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ling and Meng Qiulan looked confused.

Yang Yuansen, on the other hand, spread a grin and nodded.

With a "swish" sound, he poured out many Mysterious Yin Stones and Void Spiritual Jade from his storage bag, alongside a bunch of small brocade flags.

"The Ghost Altar needs to be reassembled, and they mean nothing to me now. If you want it, you can have it," he said.

"Elder Meng!"

Yang Yuansen raised his voice and shouted strangely, "You’ve heard it, too. This kid wants my Ghost Altar and is willing to give up that pair of sisters. Now you have nothing to say, right?"

Meng Qiulan frowned, looking at Pang Jian with confusion, uncertain whether Pang Jian really meant that.

Zhao Ling and Wu Yi also looked over with puzzled expressions.

The sisters Bai Wei and Bai Zhi, as if suddenly losing their souls, immediately had no sparkle in their eyes.

They knew their master, Meng Qiulan, had a cultivation level not as high as Yang Yuansen’s and probably could not protect them.

The two women, who had pinned their hopes on Pang Jian, now thought he had forsaken them for the Ghost Altar, and their hearts turned cold.

"Kid, the thing you don’t like just happens to be what I like, it seems we have no conflict."

Yang Yuansen said and stepped forward, intending to take the sisters away.

"I only want your Ghost Altar, I didn’t agree to trade it for anything,"

Pang Jian looked at Yang Yuansen, who was approaching, with an expression like that for a fool, and said, "Don’t be so full of yourself!"

"Kid, you dare trick me? What makes you think I should obediently give you the Ghost Altar? Even if I don’t need it, even if I destroy the Ghost Altar, I would never for no reason..."

Yang Yuansen roared.

The Astonishing Spear suddenly appeared!

"Boom! Booom! Booom!"

Groups of cyan and deep red dazzling light burst open over Yang Yuansen’s head, enveloping him like a spectacular firework.

Yang Yuansen’s face changed drastically, and he hurriedly took out a Purple Gold Bowl from his bosom, activating an exquisite Secret Skill.

Chunks of gold, copper, silver bars, and iron balls, all flew out from the Purple Gold Bowl and formed a strange sea of metallic fragments above his head.

Pang Jian closed in swiftly, his spear shaft infused with overwhelming Flame Force, stabbing down like a flaming meteor towards Yang Yuansen below.

As the explosive Flame Force splattered, the sharp tip of the Astonishing Spear, like lightning, repeatedly struck the sea of light formed by the metallic fragments.

Gold and iron shattered, copper violently exploded, and the force of the burst from Pang Jian directly ground the sea of light to dust.

Walves of furious power carrying the scent of magma and sulfur pierced down towards Yang Yuansen, like red-hot needles drilling into Yang Yuansen’s skin.

Yang Yuansen howled in pain, staring at the surging vitality emerging within Pang Jian’s chest.

"Late stage of the Marrow Cleansing Realm!"

He retreated, holding the Purple Gold Bowl, avoiding the range of the explosive flame energy, and shouted in alarm, "Weren’t you just promoted to the Marrow Cleansing Realm?"

Meng Qiulan widened her eyes, and after silently sensing for a moment, she also looked at Pang Jian with disbelief.

She knew Yang Yuansen was right; judging by the intense vitality emerging from Pang Jian’s chest, Pang Jian’s internal organs had finished their refinement, and he had officially entered the late stage of the Marrow Cleansing Realm!

"Late stage of the Marrow Cleansing Realm..."

Zhao Ling exclaimed in shock.

Wu Yi licked his dry lips and sighed, "Monster, it looks like we’ve picked up a little monster on this trip."

"Hong Jian! The Ghost Altar is yours, for that pair of sisters, I’ll just take one!"

"You can choose first! The rest are mine!"

As Yang Yuansen backed away, he couldn’t help but scream when he saw Pang Jian approaching with a spear.

Pang Jian, ignoring the screams, continued walking towards him.

Chills ran down Yang Yuansen’s spine as he recalled the ferocity of that recent spear technique and the sharpness of the shining silver spear; he yelled out, "Forget it, forget it; I don’t want any of it! Damn it, why did I come to Sky Fortune Fragment Land? I’m totally screwed this time."

His rant abruptly stopped.

He also stopped retreating.

The others watched with a strange look as Pang Jian stopped where the Ghost Altar materials had scattered and crouched down to grasp the stones used to build the altar in his hands.

It turned out that his advances weren’t intended to attack Yang Yuansen with the spear; they were merely to collect materials to construct a Ghost Altar.

Because of his own guilty fear, in the absence of any statement from Pang Jian, Yang Yuansen had ceded all his interests, voluntarily giving up the idea of possessing the Bai sisters.

"Who they decide to follow in the future should be their own decision, not as goods to be given away at will."

Pang Jian, crouching in front of the Ghost Altar, didn’t look at Yang Yuansen but instead turned to Hall Master Meng Qiulan and said:

"The first time we met, I detested what you said, how if their realm didn’t meet your expectations, you’d give them away. They are your apprentices, not Spirit Stones for currying favor with others."

"If you had never made such statements and always protected them, Hall Master Yang wouldn’t have developed malicious intentions towards them," Pang Jian said coldly.

Upon hearing these words, Meng Qiulan was so ashamed she couldn’t speak.

Bai Wei and Bai Zhi stood there, stunned, digesting Pang Jian’s words; their eyes gradually moistened.

In Zhao Ling’s bright eyes, a hint of admiration flickered, and she lightly nodded.

Pang Jian, without further comment, looked at the disordered Spiritual Materials, contemplating how to assemble them into a Ghost Altar.

"I’ll teach you!"

Zhao Ling, with her svelte legs, stepped forward, squatting close to him next to the Ghost Altar, instructing him how to stack it. freewebnσvel.cѳm

This fierce woman, now incredibly patient, explained as she guided him:

"Generally speaking, we need to pass a note to the Ghost Leader through the Ghost Altar first, informing him when we plan to open the altar to meet him. We can clarify in advance what we intend to do next or what materials we want to exchange."

"Then, at the time we’ve agreed upon, we just need to open the Ghost Altar and wait for the Ghost Leader’s descent."

"If he sees the note and is willing to meet our demands, thinking it’s worthwhile to see us, he’ll appear at the appointed time."

"But it’s not guaranteed we’ll see the Ghost Leader every time the Ghost Altar is opened, because he’s also very busy."

"Apart from reporting information to the Ghost Leader, the Ghost Altar also allows for the transportation and exchange of items. Small things can be sent directly through the altar, and we can also receive them in the same way."

"The Ghost Altar isn’t omnipotent; living creatures like us, with flesh and blood, cannot be transported through it."

"..."

Hall Master Zhao Ling not only explained the situation in detail but also practically showed Pang Jian, hand by hand, how to construct the Ghost Altar that belonged to Yang Yuansen.

Then, she helped him to place the small brocade flags along the edges of the altar.

Finally, she pointed to a spot where a note stating one’s requests could be placed and said to Pang Jian, "Whatever you want to use the Ghost Altar for, you can write it on a note and place it here, and the Ghost Leader might see it when he’s free."

"Oh."

Pang Jian nodded.

He borrowed paper and a brush from Zhao Ling to write his request and tossed the note into the empty space before him.

Zhao Ling then told him that the Ghost Altar needed to be activated with Spiritual Power.

Pang Jian did as instructed, and under her guidance, channeled a stream of Cyan Shining Spirit Power, feeling the jade within the altar being stimulated with energy, with an extraordinary array silently operating inside.

Immediately, the note vanished from sight.

"Done. The Ghost Leader might notice your request during some idle moment. You just need to open the Ghost Altar at the agreed time in the same manner and wait for his descent," Zhao Ling explained with thorough care.

"If he doesn’t come, it might be that he didn’t notice, or perhaps he has no interest in dealing with you," she added.

Pang Jian nodded again.

...

The Third Realm.

Deep in the ancient forests of the Xuan You Continent, within a vast cavernous belly of a mountain, a massive Ghost Altar was also set up, surrounded by a multitude of brocade flags.

However, the altar and flags here, as well as the Mysterious Yin Stones and Void Spiritual Jade, were several times larger than those used by Meng Qiulan and her group.

The gaunt Han Zhiyuan, after leaving the center of the Ghost Altar, was explaining the situation to Dong Tianze.

"Above, some require an organization like the Dark Ghosts, hence the advent of Dark Ghost," he said.

"Dark Ghost and these painstakingly constructed Ghost Altars are even able to communicate with certain beings from the Fifth Realm at specific times and exchange items with them."

"Because many rare Spiritual Materials only exist in the Fifth Realm. The ones above can’t conveniently travel to the Fifth Realm, nor is it proper for them to interact with the beings there, so they need a secret channel."

"As for me, the things I’ve been doing in Yin Spirit Temple these years are actually not very different from what you do for the Dong Family. They are both unspeakable, shadowy matters, such as... controlling the organization of Dark Ghost," Han Zhiyuan explained as he looked at Dong Tianze, with his gaunt cheekbones sunken into his face. "In the future, you’ll need to help me manage these affairs."

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