After Master Yu's departure, Zhao Letian returned to Four Directions Pavilion.

Today's battle had drained much of his physical strength, so he immediately sat down cross-legged and began to meditate to recuperate.

Master Yu's leaving had left him feeling somewhat lost.

However, he also understood that there are no eternal banquets under the heavens, and that people have their own ambitions – he could not force anything.

Yet with Master Yu gone, he was without a powerful bodyguard, and it was imperative to find a way to enhance his ability to defend himself as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if he encountered the same situation as tonight again, he would have no chance of handling it on his own.

However, to find another bodyguard of the same High-level Sect Martial Realm as Master Yu was extremely difficult and highly unlikely.

After all, powerhouses of Master Yu's caliber typically already belonged to their own forces, and getting them to serve as bodyguards was no easy feat.

More importantly, Zhao Letian did not trust these strangers.

As for acquiring High-level Sect Martial Realm Spiritual Beasts and Puppets, this method was equally unreliable.

Because High-level Sect Martial Realm Spiritual Beasts and Puppets were treasures that were priceless and extremely rare, they would be snapped up as soon as they emerged on the market, and Zhao Letian had no chance to get them.

Last time in the Royal Capital of Dajin Country, he had been incredibly fortunate to purchase a Middle Stage Sect Martial Realm Corpse Ape, and trying to buy High-level Sect Martial Realm Spiritual Beasts and Puppets would also be a matter of luck – not something he could just buy whenever he wanted to.

Moreover, time was of the essence as he could possibly leave with the Floating Cloud Monarch at any moment, so his options were very limited.

"It seems I can only lay claim to the Ghost King Stele, although this artifact is of a dark and evil nature, and can't provide me with much fighting power, it's better than nothing."

After an incense stick's worth of time, Zhao Letian had recovered to his optimal condition, opened his eyes, and made up his mind.

Binding the Ghost King Stele carried certain risks; in the future, he might be attacked by the vicious ghosts contained within it.

But now, it was the only way to quickly enhance his strength.

"Swoosh!"

The next moment, with a thought from Zhao Letian, the Ghost King Stele appeared out of nowhere, floating in front of him, emitting a dark green ghostly energy.

"Puh!"

Then, Zhao Letian bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood onto the Ghost King Stele.

"Buzz!"

The Ghost King Stele trembled slightly, the ghost energy surged, and before Zhao Letian's Essence Blood could drip down, it was all absorbed.

"Aow! Aow!..."

From within the Ghost King Stele came shrieks and howls of excitement, as if the ghosts inside had feasted on a great nourishment.

"Silence!"

Zhao Letian's face darkened as he coldly reprimanded.

The moment his Essence Blood touched the Ghost King Stele, he had established a connection with it and felt the restlessness of the ghosts inside.

The ghosts, after having consumed the Essence Blood, were not satisfied and even attempted to break free from the Ghost King Stele to drain his essence completely.

"Refine!"

Zhao Letian naturally would not allow the ghosts to misbehave; a powerful surge of True Yuan Power flowed out from him and enveloped the Ghost King Stele, quickly refining it.

Time ticked away, second by second.

As the stars moved in their courses, it was not until the morning of the next day that Zhao Letian finally completely assimilated the Ghost King Stele.

"I wonder what level of ghost creature I can summon with the power of my bloodline."

Zhao Letian stared at the Ghost King Stele in front of him, his eyes filled with an eager desire to try.

The Ghost King Stele was an extremely special treasure. Even though Zhao Letian had completely assimilated it, he still could not fully see through its illusion and substance.

However, he could vaguely sense that within the depths of the Ghost King Stele, there were many extremely terrifying ghost creatures hidden; some of the auras were even more formidable than Master Yu.

If he could summon those ghosts with such formidable auras, he would be able to dominate unchallenged below the level of kings.

Unfortunately, the level of ghost creatures he could summon was directly proportional to the quantity and quality of his bloodline power.

With the formidable bloodline power of the Sect Martial Sixth Realm possessed by the Yin Yang Demons, the ghosts they could summon were merely at the level of the Seventh or Eighth Stage of the Sect Martial Realm.

Zhao Letian estimated that, with the power of his bloodline, he could probably only summon ghosts at the level of the Initial Stage of Sect Martial Realm at best; it would be unlikely for him to surpass the Fourth Stage of the Sect Martial Realm.

Moreover, the number of ghost creatures he could summon would definitely be less than the Yin Yang Demons.

"Let's give it a try; after all, having something is better than nothing."

Zhao Letian thought to himself, then he bit the tip of his tongue again and spewed out a mouthful of essence blood onto the Ghost King Stele. His face instantly turned much paler; the essence blood he had expended while consecrating the Ghost King Stele the previous night had not yet been replenished. Now a big mouthful was spewed out once more, causing him to feel slightly overwhelmed.

"Whoo!"

This time, after absorbing Zhao Letian's essence blood, the Ghost King Stele suddenly generated a strong gust of ghostly wind. A sepulchral greenish ghost mist instantly filled the entire room, engulfing Zhao Letian's body entirely. Find the translation on MV&LEMPYR.

Simultaneously, the two halves of the stele merged into one, and the ghost head sculpture on it suddenly came to life, revealing a chilling cold smile. After a twisting transformation, it became a dizzying pitch-black vortex.

"Ao! Ao! Ao!"

Immediately afterwards, three angry howls sounded at the same time, and then three blurred figures rushed out from the vortex.

"How can this be?"

Upon closer observation, Zhao Letian immediately showed an incredulous look of shock.

He saw that the three ghostly figures were not huge in size, no different from ordinary people. They were wrapped in green ghostly mist so their appearances and bodies were unclear, only their pairs of blood-red eyes radiating a cold bloodthirsty intent.

Most importantly, the cultivation levels of these three ghost figures far exceeded Zhao Letian's expectations – they were all terrifying existences at the Ninth Realm of Sect Martial.

Moreover, the aura they exuded was almost on par with Master Yu.

If the three of them joined forces, they might even be able to face Master Yu in direct combat.

Logically, Zhao Letian should be very pleased to have summoned such powerful ghost creatures.

However, firstly, he did not understand why he could summon such powerful ghost creatures and felt confused and insecure.

Secondly, perhaps due to the excessive strength of these ghost creatures, he felt that his control over them was not as strong.

He could even clearly sense that these three ghostly figures were restless, seemingly ready to turn against him, their summoner.

"Roar!"

At this moment, a frantic roar came from the Spiritual Beast Bag at Zhao Letian's waist.

The three ghost creatures trembled all over, as if they had seen their nemesis, and their blood-red eyes immediately revealed a deep sense of wariness.

"Hmph, now that you have been summoned by me, you should serve me faithfully. Wishing to turn against me, you are seeking death."

Zhao Letian snorted coldly, first released the Corpse Ape, and then bit the tip of his tongue again, spraying another mouthful of essence blood onto the Ghost King Stele.