Becoming Great Emperor by Playing Game-Chapter 435: Corpse Yin Sect, Concubine?

Netherworld City.

Today is the birthday celebration of the Ghost Emperor. The already bustling Netherworld City is now even more crowded. The streets are filled with cultivators from other places, including the Human Race, Immortal Race, and Demon Race, all of whom are of considerable rank, at least an Immortal Emperor.

Ghost Qi permeates the Netherworld City, which is now decorated with lanterns and streamers. However, their lanterns are white, with ghostly blue Ghost Fire flickering inside. Every household has white blessings pasted on their doors or windows, with words like "Smile in the Nine Springs" and "Good luck in the next life," various "blessings."

Ghosts carrying white lanterns wander through the streets, greeting people with, "May you smile in the Nine Springs, and wish you leave suffering soon."

This seemingly ill-omened curse is actually their blessing. Chen Lan felt speechless hearing this, "Don’t they fear getting beaten up?"

If a ghost said that to him, he certainly would not be pleased, but luckily he is now disguised as a ghost himself, so none of them spoke such words to him.

"In the Netherworld, such words that sound like curses are actually blessings, passed down for millions of years. Many cultivators, instead of choosing to reincarnate after death, chose to come to the Netherworld to become Ghost Cultivators. These words have gradually become reality," Forbidden Heaven explained beside him.

Chen Lan slightly nodded, not expecting such a thing.

"The Corpse Yin Sect is arriving, make way quickly!"

At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded from behind. Chen Lan turned around, slightly stunned.

He saw ten creatures with Yellow Talismans pasted on their foreheads, eyes tightly shut yet walking as if they could see. Their upper bodies were bare, extraordinarily gruesome and frightening, with dozens of scars, standing over three meters tall, with extremely developed muscles like those of strongmen. As they marched, people around them hurriedly made way, faces filled with horror and dread.

Chen Lan silently retreated. Right now, it’s best not to cause trouble, as he still needs to sneak into the Netherworld celebration quietly.

"Forbidden Heaven, have you heard of this Corpse Yin Sect?"

"No, but it seems similar to the Corpse Refining Sect from millions of years ago. Those Corpse Puppets are quite like theirs, but far inferior. The previous ones were very delicate, indistinguishable from humans, as if they were real. But these ones are too crude, not on the same level."

"However, the Corpse Refining Sect was destroyed a million years ago, and it had a significant connection with us."

Upon hearing this, Chen Lan was slightly startled, looking at Forbidden Heaven: "A significant connection with us?"

"Yes, the Corpse Refining Sect was destroyed by us. They used the Demon Race for corpse refining, and Lord Demon Emperor discovered this, annihilating all Corpse Refining Sects in the Desolate Celestial Realm overnight, destroying one Forbidden Technique after another. But unexpectedly, after a million years, such Forbidden Techniques have resurfaced, though much worse."

After hearing Forbidden Heaven’s words, Chen Lan felt somewhat shocked. He didn’t expect it was he who wiped out the Corpse Refining Sect. Now that the Corpse Yin Sect has risen again, he wonders if they would hold a grudge against him.

Behind the Corpse Puppets were many disciples of the Corpse Yin Sect, dressed in purple robes, holding yellow Bells. Every time they shook the Bells, the Corpse Puppets took two steps. Chen Lan noticed small Arrays on those Bells, which should be the secret to controlling the Corpse Puppets.

The disciples in the front were at the level of Immortal Emperor, Celestial Emperor, and Great Emperor, until several elders came at the back, all at the realm of Daoist Venerable, each sitting on the gigantic shoulders of Corpse Puppets, exuding a strange and terrifying aura.

At the end of the procession, there was a creature emitting dense Ghost Qi, with the head of a mouse but a body resembling a Qilin, covered in black scales with a tail full of barbs. It was extraordinarily bizarre. An elder sat on its back, exuding an aura of a Taoist Saint. He seemed to notice Chen Lan’s gaze, glancing over and nodding slightly.

Chen Lan narrowed his eyes. Did this old man see through his cultivation?

He had already concealed his aura early on; it shouldn’t be possible for anyone to discover it.

Soon, he noticed the mouse-like mount twitching its nose, seemingly smelling something. Forbidden Heaven provided an answer, "That’s a Corpse Gas Rat, which grows in graveyards or places with many corpses. They have particularly keen noses and can smell various auras that others can’t, quickly distinguishing them, like the difference between the auras of a Taoist Saint and a Daoist Venerable."

Chen Lan suddenly understood—it was this mount that informed the elder of his status as a Taoist Saint. After all, there is a Soul connection between a mount and its master.

Finally, at the very back of the procession was a white sedan chair, carried by eight Corpse Puppets with white veils over their faces, followed by disciples playing a suona, scattering white flowers along the way. The sound of the suona was eerie and creepy, leaving one wondering whether it was for a joyful event or a mourning.

"The Corpse Yin Sect must be introducing a concubine for the Great Emperor, wondering which girl is so lucky."

"Heard this girl was chosen recently, and the Ghost Emperor fell head over heels at first sight."

"Envious, why couldn’t it be me marrying the Great Emperor? Being a concubine is a lot better than now."

"Heh, look at yourself. You still think of marrying the Great Emperor, dream on."

Chen Lan raised an eyebrow. Unexpectedly, this Ghost Emperor has quite a taste, choosing to marry a concubine on his birthday.

"Such things are common; almost every Dao Emperor has dozens of concubines," Forbidden Heaven laughed.

"What about me?" Chen Lan asked curiously, wondering if his first life had dozens of concubines.

"No, Lord Demon Emperor, you were busy day and night. I haven’t seen any woman by your side," Forbidden Heaven sighed. It’s a pity he never got to see Lord Demon Emperor marry or see his offspring.

Chen Lan was taken aback; was his first life also a single dog?

How tragic.

But then again, fleeing to the Desolate Celestial Realm, forget about a wife, surviving was already fortunate enough. In the end, he not only had no wife but also didn’t manage to stay alive.

The Corpse Yin Sect’s procession slowly moved forward. Suddenly, a gust of sinister wind blew, lifting a corner of one of the veils of the eight veiled Corpse Puppets. Chen Lan was startled. Did he recognize a very familiar face?

"Master, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing, maybe I’ve mistaken. Let’s just follow the Corpse Yin Sect’s procession inside." Chen Lan shook his head.

That face just now looked a bit like Li Chunqiu. The veil can block Divine Sense, so probably, he made a mistake. Who knows where Li Chunqiu and Little Die were teleported to. Let’s rescue Luo Tao first and find them later.

Afterwards, the two followed the Corpse Yin Sect’s procession to the venue of the Netherworld celebration, where there were even more people and ghosts, all very powerful. The place was full of Great Emperors, with many Daoist Venerables and seven or eight Taoist Saints.

"If a battle starts, so many people are definitely unfavorable. Forbidden Heaven, you must set up a Teleportation Array to facilitate our immediate departure."

"Yes, Master."

After giving instructions, Chen Lan continued following the Corpse Yin Sect people. Instead of aimlessly searching, following them might lead to finding Luo Tao and the others.