Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

Chapter 22: 22. If it dares to oppose me today, it will dare to kill me tomorrow.

Langshou Ghost City had no identifiable directions; once someone entered the city, they would begin to lose their sense of orientation. A gloomy fog draped over the place all year round—this fog was not thick, but it was more obfuscating than a dense fog because it restricted perception as well.

At the large, open city gate, there was no ferocious decoration, but the naturally miraculous stonework caused an unexplainable heaviness in one’s heart.

Therefore, the seven Players standing at the gate were all looking somber at this moment.

They were veteran Players of this eerie game, having survived at least three years in this strange game, facing various trials and, with a bit of luck, finally completing the final sacrificial ritual.

To advance from Ding rank to C rank, Players needed a promotion ritual.

And for C rank Players to advance to B rank, they needed to complete the final sacrificial ritual.

Upon successful sacrifice, the ghostly fog descended, leading them into the Ghost City. From that point on, if they were to reemerge, they would surely have become super Players.

In this mysterious game, information on C and D rank Players could be collected as long as one was willing to spend money; occasionally, even B rank Players would publically teach, imparting their experiences with fierce ghosts encountered in instances.

But once at B rank, enhancing oneself became as elusive as the fog in this Ghost City.

Although the game did contain A rank godlike Players, each one was as elusive as a dragon—forget about lecturing, even meeting one was difficult.

The one confirmed existence of A rank Players was in the Players’ group known as the Yujing Association.

But even the senior members of the Yujing Association had never seen the godlike Player within their ranks.

Thus, the scant flow of information from the A and B ranks caused these seven Players to be more anxious than ever.

Faced with fierce ghost instances, they could manage to remain calm.

But facing this mysterious Ghost City, they could not achieve such composure.

C and D rank Players corresponded to their own Ghost Cities, but no Player had yet entered those two cities. Their existence was solely to maintain the normal operation of those instances.

Suddenly, the seven Players heard a series of rapid footsteps. At first, the footsteps seemed far away, but in the next second, they sounded as if they were right beside them.

At the same time, the footsteps also vanished.

"Haven’t you seen the City Lord yet? Why don’t you pay your respects quickly?" A figure stepped out of the fog and shouted loudly at the seven Players.

"We pay our respects, my lord!"

"Right! After all, profound techniques like this often come with restrictions against disclosure. If we share it with others, it might help other players, but it could also lead to the death of both ourselves and anyone who learns the technique."

"Moreover, on a personal note, why should I casually pass on a chance that I only got after escaping death nine times out of ten?"

The seven players, both men and women, had come to an agreement at this point.

"Since that’s settled, let’s leave our real information. We all come from the City Lord, so let’s gather sometime!"

"Agreed."

"No problem."

All seven players did not reject this proposal.

Yes, seven.

Because this line was not spoken by one of the seven players, but by Tan Shuchang, who had sensed the disturbance here and slightly disguised his voice before speaking.

...

Seeing that these seven players were quite promising, Tan Shuchang whimsically created a "City Lord’s following."

And after obtaining the real information of these seven players, Tan Shuchang started to frown slightly because he wasn’t familiar with the names of the cities they came from.

However, very soon, Tan Shuchang stopped caring, considering that these were matters from before his transmigration, his past life.

Previous life’s myriad affairs now had nothing to do with him.

A man of this life should focus on this life’s matters.

At that moment, he sensed his ghostly strategist approaching, so he spoke before the other could knock, "What’s up? Just tell me."

"City Lord, it’s General Huai who has come," the ghostly scholar quickly replied.

"General Huai?" This was the first time Tan Shuchang had heard the title.

"In the Ghost City of Lang, all the ghost officials are under General Huai’s command. Previously, I could only bring a few people to greet you because moving other ghost officials required General Huai’s approval," the ghostly scholar explained.

Hearing his ghostly strategist’s complaints, Tan Shuchang couldn’t help but smile.

Today it dares to criticize me, tomorrow it might dare to kill me, and the day after it might dare to overthrow the king, so to protect the king, I should strike first, right?