心魔 lay sprawled out, with an air of indifference.

Having said so much, Lin Fu still didn't know what to do.

Despite scouring through the Classics, he had never heard of such a situation.

After some thought, he tossed out a line and left.

"I'll consider it. After all, there's still time before advancing to the Eighth Tier..."

Lin Fu was genuinely tempted, but he still dared not trust the Heart Demon.

This whole affair sounded too unbelievable.

...

When the Flying Boat flew far away, that featureless person slowly reappeared.

"What terrifying Perception, surviving two Devilic transformations and still not dead, surely not ordinary."

With Lin Fu present, he gave up entirely on meddling.

Now, unless a Ninth Tier Cultivator personally intervened, even an Eighth Tier Sword Cultivator might not take down those few on the Flying Boat.

Forget it, actually, he just wanted to meddle a bit to see if the items could be brought to Jinlan Mountain's Forbidden Land, he just wanted to peek, anything threatening or easily detectable, he didn't dare.

He also feared completely angering the big shot in Jinlan Mountain, who could wipe him and his backing entirely from a distance.

...

On Thunder Collection Mountain, someone watched over Lei Mang, and Lei Li finally had some free time.

He walked above the clouds, stepping down on them, a flash of Thunder Light passed through, and his body seemed to transform into Thunder Light, darting forward.

From afar, he appeared like a slender lightning bolt, swiftly traversing above the clouds.

Soon, he arrived in the north of Dazhen, a scarcely attended region by the previous court of Dazhen.

Floating high above, he saw below, a group of nomads bowing before a Stele.

Then, shouting, they drove their reindeer, migrating together southward.

"These are some really ugly characters..."

Lei Li shook his head, hadn't seen such ugly writing in a long time, it was indeed novel.

Watching those nomads struggling across the snow, he thought of the current situation in Dazhen.

Lei Li sighed inwardly, what good was his high power, still helpless.

He couldn't conjure an abundance of fertile fields and pastures out of thin air to feed the countless commoners.

What Dazhen urgently needed now was food, not experts.

Shaking his head, he continued his search.

Very quickly, he found a Lonely Peak amidst the snow.

On the Lonely Peak, a hungry ghost seemed fused with the peak, tightly bound there.

On the steep cliffs of the peak, large flocks of red-eyed crows nested.

When he arrived, the hungry ghost's eyes, nose, and tongue had disappeared, the entire specter seemed suffocated, motionless.

Lei Li's gaze focused, his eyes flickering with electric light.

He could see the hungry ghost was already dead.

He stood in the sky, motionless, waiting quietly.

When the first rays of daylight of the new day appeared, the life-giving sunlight on the hungry ghost's body in an instant.

It suddenly drew a deep breath, abruptly came back to life.

Its eyes, nose, ears, and tongue all restored to normal.

Moments later, a vast number of crows swooped down, pecked out its eyes, nose, and tongue, and deafened its ears.

The wretched screams soon faded away.

In Lei Li's mind, two words automatically emerged.

Retribution.

This hungry ghost embodied the meaning of the words "retribution."

He even saw some strange runes appear on the Lonely Peak, just by reading those runes, he naturally understood their meaning.

He knew who this hungry ghost was.

Why it was punished, hung on the Lonely Peak.

Having read it all, Lei Li even felt it served it right, he even wanted to spit before leaving.

Standing far away, he could clearly sense a profound power residing on that Lonely Peak.

That power gave him the feeling that touching it would bring disaster, from then on, never advancing, and his own luck would plummet.

That Lonely Peak stood there without any protection, anyone could come to see, but no one dared touch it.

At least Lei Li, now, didn't even want to approach the Lonely Peak.

He sighed lightly, gazing southwestward, in the direction of Jinlan Mountain's Forbidden Land.

Everyone knew about the Great Divine Power that erased scriptures.

But Lei Li felt that this retribution, for some people, was the most terrifying.

Now, the Forbidden Land of Jinlan Mountain, and those hungry ghosts, had started subtly revealing themselves.

Previously, he didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse.

But after personally walking here and seeing that Lonely Peak, he instead felt that, in this world, if there truly were such a thing as retribution, it would be fine.

...

The White Jade Flying Boat sped fast, Jinlan Mountain already looming.

Yu Ziqing was still pondering, Uncle Fu risked everything to save him in Dazhen, nearly dying after succumbing to demonic influence. Reaching such an extent, now at its doorsteps, shouldn't he invite Uncle Fu inside?

However, just as he was about to speak, Uncle Fu spoke first.

"Since you're back, I should return too. Next time, I'll wait for you in Almsgiving Town."

Within his Heart Field, the Heart Demon sensed the dragon's lair and tiger's den ahead, almost scared to death.

"Lin Fu, are you even human? Is this how you do things?

Can't we discuss things properly, why bring me to the hungry ghost's lair?

No need, really no need..."

Hearing the Heart Demon's wailing, worse than a pig's slaughter, going any further, he felt the Heart Demon was about to go mad, just short of jumping out to forcibly seize his body and flee.

Speaking, the Flying Boat continued forward, Lin Fu rubbed his throbbing head, cupped his hands.

"Until we meet again, see you in Almsgiving Town."

Having said that, the Miao Blade at his waist emitted a radiance, enveloping him, instantly and swiftly departing.

Yu Ziqing extended a hand, in shock, shouted.

"Uh, Uncle Fu, how about coming home for tea, a meal before you go?"

As soon as these words fell.

Yu Ziqing saw the radiance on the Miao Blade surge even more, Uncle Fu's body even emitted Demonic Qi, transforming into two pairs of dark wings, increasing his speed by fifty percent.