Becoming Great Emperor by Playing Game-Chapter 452: Labor Sect, Ghost Artifact Sect
Netherworld.
The Fearsome Ghostly Realm.
A bluish-green mist enveloped the scene, blocking off Divine Sense, making it impossible to see even a hand stretched out, let alone any human or ghostly figures.
A figure flickered into sight—Chen Lan had arrived.
Upon arriving, Chen Lan frowned. If the Netherworld hadn’t said there was a Supreme Treasure here that had existed for millions of years, he wouldn’t have come.
According to the Netherworld, even after searching here for over a hundred thousand years, he hadn’t found that Supreme Treasure. Very few had seen it; the news had been spread by the Heaven-Knowing Pavilion, and Chen Lan had heard of it back in the day.
According to the rumors from the Heaven-Knowing Pavilion, this Supreme Treasure was a sword, seemingly left by the Ghost God of the Netherworld. Anyone who obtained it would gain the mighty power of the Ghost God.
The Ghost God, a Dao Emperor from a million years ago with extraordinary strength, could go toe-to-toe with the Demon Emperor but then suddenly vanished. Some say he died and entered true reincarnation, while others claim he broke through to Ascension and went to a higher-dimensional world.
Dong!
Suddenly, a loud noise echoed from behind. Chen Lan glanced back and saw a terrifyingly grotesque monster with a mouth full of protruding teeth, over four meters tall, like a small mountain, approaching with a massive Wolf Fang Club, stopping in front of him.
"Human Race? What brings you to the Fearsome Ghostly Realm?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Lan frowned slightly and replied softly, "Treasure hunt."
"Heh heh, another youngster who doesn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth, dreaming of acquiring the Ghost God’s relic," the monster sneered coldly, setting down the Wolf Fang Club and slowly lowering its head toward Chen Lan, breathing out a stench that reached Chen Lan.
"Scram," Chen Lan uttered coldly.
"An interesting Human youngster. I am one of the Guardians here. Give me compensation, and I can ensure your safety," the monster claimed, laughingly demanding compensation. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Chen Lan chuckled. The monster, with only the strength of a Daoist Venerable, claiming it could protect him, was utterly ridiculous.
Seeing Chen Lan laugh, the monster felt annoyed. Was it being mocked?
It let out a cold snort: "Young Human, you truly don’t understand the dangers of this place. Countless people come each year to hunt treasures, but only a few leave alive. Even a Taoist Saint may perish here. Three hundred years ago, an Immortal Tiger Daoist, a Taoist Saint stage Tiger Demon, also died here."
Chen Lan remained silent and turned to leave.
"Hey, hey, wait, do you really not need it?" The monster chased after him, changing its previous arrogant and fierce demeanor, showing a fawning smile. "I can really protect you, plus look at this mist so thick; you surely can’t find your way. This mist was formed from the death of the Ghost God and hasn’t dissipated for millions of years, yet I have a way to disperse it."
Hearing this, Chen Lan stopped and looked at the monster, "What method?"
"Take a look." The monster took out a transparent lantern from a Storage Ring, inside which was a small person.
Chen Lan stared at it closely. The small person looked terrifying, with a fish-like head bearing vicious teeth, a human-like body with smooth skin and large white legs, and it was even a woman. Furthermore, it had a pair of green wings that emitted a green glow. The moment it saw Chen Lan, it opened its mouth wide, letting out an eerie cry.
Strangely, the glow on its wings dispersed the mist within a hundred-meter radius, revealing a clear area.
"This treasure was discovered long ago and can effectively dispel the mist. If you want the mist dispelled, you have to hire me."
"Actually, there’s another way," Chen Lan spoke softly.
"Hm? You have another way to dispel the mist?" The monster asked doubtfully. Aside from this method, there was no other way. How could Chen Lan have another?
"No, aside from hiring you, there’s another way." Chen Lan smirked at the monster.
The monster was momentarily stunned, but its pupils soon contracted as if realizing something. Before it could speak, a dark shadow attacked.
Chen Lan leaped forward, grabbed the monster’s head, and instantly invaded its memory with Soul Dao Power, rendering it unconscious. He then took the monster’s Storage Ring and the massive Wolf Fang Club.
The Wolf Fang Club shrank instantly, becoming a suitable size to hold in his hand.
From the monster’s memory, he learned it was not a Guardian but simply a con artist preying on treasure hunters. They would knock them out, strip their cultivation, or cause them to fall in cultivation and then sell them to a faction named the Labor Sect here.
The name sounds strange, but it fits because all their disciples are used for labor. They excavate a certain mining site daily, which seems to hold treasures.
This Wolf Fang Club is also quite unique, named the Mourning Stick. It’s a Magical Treasure unique to the Netherworld, highly effective against ghosts, with natural restraint, mass-produced by the Ghost Artifact Sect.
The monster’s Storage Ring was filled with Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, many unfamiliar to him, and a hundred similar lanterns. Each lantern could last a day; once time expires, the small person inside self-ignites and dies. The tiny people stored in the Storage Ring were in slumber, needing Ghost Qi to awaken.
These tiny people are called Mist-Eaters. The absence of mist is due to their absorption, and their one-day lifespan results from absorbing too much mist. If they don’t absorb mist, they starve to death, albeit a day or two later. They were born to serve and die; that is their fate.
Yet another sad and powerless fate, but Chen Lan doesn’t believe this trip will be in vain. He is determined to find a way to change the fate of the Spirit Butterfly.
Chen Lan decided to visit the Labor Sect mentioned in the monster’s memory. The sect was loudly excavating in the entire sect, mining for tens of thousands of years, and surely holds treasures, worth investigating.
...
Labor Sect Mining Camp.
"Quickly, dig faster! Anyone who doesn’t find a treasure today won’t get to eat; you’ll starve to death here!"
"Damn it, get to work, stop playing dead!"
Pa!
In the shadows, Chen Lan was hidden in the darkness, observing every move of the mining camp. The strongest here were the Daoist Venerables, numbering seven or eight, each wielding a whip to lash at the miners.
The miners were all in tattered clothing, some even half-naked, their upper bodies covered in scars, with fresh wounds still bleeding as they took lashes, their complexions all pale.
Plop!
Suddenly, someone couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed. The overseers wore angry expressions, one kicking the fallen man. Finding him lifeless, they cursed disdainfully, then ordered others to bury the body on the spot, cold and indifferent.
The great Dao is merciless. These mortals, having had their cultivation stripped, were even less valuable than ants in their eyes. Dead is dead.
"I’ve found it, I’ve found a Celestial Elixir!"
