Legend of the Great Sage

continued to sing away sombrely.
The singing was fleeting and feeble, like a candle in the wind, about to be blown out at any moment.

Li Qingshan glanced at her.
“What a waste!”

He grabbed her body with one hand and her head with the other, bringing them together.

The kiṁarna woman’s singing was halted.
Her neck was joined again.
She could not help but widen her eyes and suck in a deep breath.

She studied Li Qingshan closely and suddenly said, “You’re not Nidaum.”

Li Qingshan was astonished.
He slapped his knee.
“So his name wasn’t Saddam!” It was no wonder his expression when he died seemed like he had something he wanted to say.

As such, he just abandoned the corpse.
He lifted the kiṁarna woman’s pointy chin.
“Beauty, your voice sure is nice.
Why don’t you keep going?”

The kiṁarna woman said, “You’re not an asura either.”

Li Qingshan really became a little curious when he heard that.
“How can you tell?”

“There isn’t that much joy in the eyes of asura.”

Li Qingshan laughed freely.
“You’re absolutely correct!”

The reason why he refused to become an asura was probably because of this.
Apart from fighting and slaughter, there were many joys in life, such as fine wine and fine women.

“Looks like you’re not an asura either.”

He studied her figure that was slender and graceful like a willow leaf under her green sari.
Her skin was as smooth and fair as milk, and it was almost impossible to see her eye whites in her dark eyes that resembled black jade.
They constantly gave off a faint sense of sorrow.

That was not an expression that an asura woman should have possessed.

“I am princess Qin of the kiṁarna.
Thank you for saving my life.
If you send me back to the Heaven realm, I’ll definitely thank you… ah!”

“Kiṁarna? The eight legions.”

Li Qingshan sat down and leaned back comfortably on the seat.
The alcohol gradually got to him.
He pulled that princess Qin into his arms.
“Then I won’t be holding back.”

Very soon, the courtyard became filled with soft, enchanting moans.

At the same time, in the Hungry Ghost realm.

After carrying out the most meticulous divination, the Unadorned Ghost Immortal turned into a black shadow.
He silently moved through the depths of the ground towards Unadorned city several hundred kilometres away.

He intentionally avoided the main entrance.
He had not discovered the Skull Prayer Bead—the Skull Prayer Bead had not discovered him either.
This was just behaviour that arose from caution developed over countless years.
He had also sensed the peculiarity behind this matter too.

The Hungry Ghost realm was different from the other realms.
There were no actual True Immortals or true gods.
Ghost Immortals were already the strongest.

He had an infamous reputation in the Hungry Ghost realm.
Even among Ghost Immortals, he could be regarded as powerful.
Apart from the Hell Commanders of the Hell realm, no one had any reason to provoke him.

Even if it was for revenge, destroying a single Unadorned city was pointless.
Instead, it would just expose his animosity for nothing.

As a result, he remained as discreet as possible.
He would rather slow down a little so that he could keep his aura completely hidden.

He still ended up arriving beneath Unadorned city very quickly.
Only after a careful observation did he infiltrate the place.

Having undergone the sixth heavenly tribulation, he could observe the laws of the world, developing the Mānas-vijñāna.
Even if he was only a Ghost Immortal, he possessed unbelievable power.

So-called “formations” were merely fortresses modeled after the laws.

In his eyes, they were basically fences riddled with holes.
Coupled with the fact that the city originally belonged to him in the first place, he infiltrated the place easily and silently.

Meanwhile, Li Qingshan and Xiao An were completely unaware of the approach of the enemy.
Not only did the heavens refuse to stand on their side, but it even obscured their senses, such that they would not receive any omen even if it was life-threatening danger.

Out of pure coincidence, Li Qingshan’s Origin Soul just happened to be in the Asura realm, so not only were they a major realm of cultivation lower, this difference just happened to be the boundary between a cultivator and a god or immortal.

They did not possess any favourable advantage, and they would be facing a sneak attack.

A string of shadows climbed up the speckled walls, entering the tower, moving through the darkness and observing them coldly.