Lu Yang secretly transmitted an auditory message to Meng Jingzhou. “In other words, Old Meng, if you shed a little blood, can you also recruit a bunch of ghosts to work for you too?”

And they’ll all be Ghost Kings too. Lower-level ones won’t survive drinking Old Meng’s blood.

Meng Jingzhou rolled his eyes. “As long as they can outcompete Founding Ancestor Vast Sea.”

Meng Jingzhou figured that his old ancestor was the happiest about his advancement to the Transcendent Tribulation Stage, with the Vast Sea Daoist Lord coming a close second.

Mu Baiyi led the group into Fengdu City’s main district. Lu Yang noticed that aside from ghosts, there were also many people here, seemingly members of the Nine-Netherworlds Creed. 

Right. Building Fengdu City is paramount. Those from the Nine-Netherworlds Creed must have come for the celebration ceremony.

Lu Yang’s...