Strengthen The Descendants, My Descendants Are All Immortal World Bosses

The gaze of others towards Qin Changqing immediately underwent subtle changes.

With such a powerful protector, yet still so gentle, everyone developed a slight fondness for Qin Changqing.

"I wonder, what is the place called Wanguiku that Master Shen just mentioned?" Qin Changqing raised his cup from afar and asked with a smile.

Shen Yuantu chuckled, "It's nothing special, just a place where a large number of non-corporeal soul spirits are imprisoned. However, these spirits have lost their consciousness and memories. Once a living person enters, they will launch attacks. If bitten by the spirits of Wanguiku, not only the physical body, but even the soul will be devoured completely. That's why every once in a while, some raw meat is thrown into Wanguiku, otherwise they would start killing each other."

Qin Changqing couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

No wonder that guy was so afraid, just listening to it was terrifying.

It should be noted that ghost cultivators also have physical bodies, but their constitution and cultivation techniques are special. They can absorb and contain Yin energy, and ghost cultivators can also contain the existence of "spirits."

These "spirits" are different from the soul spirits in Wanguiku. They are another form that powerful cultivators transform into after death. They also lack physical bodies, but they possess consciousness and memories. They can assist their masters in cultivation and even engage in battles and assassinations.

This is the main reason why they are called ghost cultivators.

Along the way, Qin Changqing saw many "spirits" floating around. Some of them directly emerged from the bodies of ghost cultivators, while others were partially embedded in the bodies of ghost cultivators. They all looked extremely eerie.

"Continue the music, continue the dance!"

Shen Yuantu shouted with great enthusiasm and clapped his hands. Immediately, graceful and charming female cultivators dressed in exquisite gauze skirts emerged from the side hall. They were elegant and graceful, their long sleeves fluttering, creating a unique charm.

The dances of these female ghost cultivators were very distinctive. They would suddenly dance with illusory figures emerging from their bodies, rising and falling, merging and separating, creating a dazzling spectacle that even Qin Changqing couldn't help but admire.

These were the "spirits" contained within their bodies.

Not to mention, each of these "spirits" was enchanting and unique in their own way. Coupled with their bodies being between illusion and reality, and their coordination with their masters' dances, it gave people a sense of being in an unreal fairyland.

"Great!"

Qin Changqing couldn't help but exclaim loudly, thoroughly enjoying himself. Suddenly, he summoned an ancient qin from his storage ring and placed it in front of him. His fingertips glided across the strings, producing a captivating melody.

This move immediately caught everyone's attention, even the dancing figures in the middle turned their heads to look.

Shen Yuantu raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "I didn't expect the deputy leader to possess such skill and appreciation. It truly allows us to enjoy a feast for the ears."

Qin Changqing had already entered a state of concentration. The current situation instantly reminded him of a classic piece from his past life.

His index finger slid rapidly, playing a heart-wrenching melody that immersed the listeners in a dream.

As they listened to this piece, everyone involuntarily stopped what they were doing, and in their minds, a deeply moving love story seemed to unfold.

The female cultivators who were dancing stood still, their gazes fixed on Qin Changqing, who was bowing his head and caressing the qin.

"It's strange, why am I crying..."

"This piece seems to have a magical power..."

Even the spirits who were dancing were staring at Qin Changqing in a daze. It seemed that their feelings were even deeper, and some of them even shed illusory tears.

Even Shen Yuantu, the rough man, had his mouth wide open, his wine cup suspended in mid-air.

When the piece ended, the whole venue fell silent, remaining silent for a long time.

Qin Changqing also felt a bit emotional and was very satisfied with his performance. It was worthy of being one of the classic pieces from his past life.

"I wonder, what is the name of the piece that the deputy leader played?" A female elder wiped away the tears that had welled up in the corners of her eyes and couldn't help but ask.

Others were also curious and looked over.

Qin Changqing smiled faintly and uttered four words, "A Ghostly Romance!"

A Chinese Ghost Story!

The name was whispered by the ghosts, shaking their hearts.

Qin Changqing calmly said, "You all kindly invited me to drink together. I, Qin, am not talented, so I specially composed this song as a gift for you all, as a token of gratitude. Actually, this song has a story. I wonder if you all are interested in hearing it?"

Everyone nodded, especially the female cultivators, their eyes wide open with anticipation.

Seeing that the atmosphere was already set, Qin Changqing began to tell the story, his voice not loud but every word touching the heart.

"There was a scholar named Ning Caichen, who encountered a heavy rain on his way to collect debts and had no choice but to seek shelter in the Lanruo Temple, which had various rumors surrounding it..."

A section of a tragic and melodious love story between a human and a ghost unfolded before everyone's eyes.

The audience listened intently, showing surprise, anger, pity, and heartache as the story unfolded.

When the story ended, the female cultivators were all moved by the love between Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian, shedding tears.

If this story were told to other cultivators, it might not have had such a good effect. But among those present were all ghost cultivators, as well as many "spirits." They couldn't help but immerse themselves in the story, empathizing with it. Coupled with the previous song "A Chinese Ghost Story" as a prelude, the effect was surprisingly good.

"Vice Sect Master, did Nie Xiaoqian really die?" a female cultivator asked.

Qin Changqing was taken aback. There are many versions of this story, and whether she died or not is just part of the story. Is it interesting to dwell on this?

But he also understood. Women, after all, are sentimental.

"No, she was later saved by Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen," Qin Changqing gave a somewhat perfect ending.

"That's good!"

"That's great!"

Everyone was overjoyed and shed tears.

With this song and story, Qin Changqing once again brought himself closer to the Ghost King Sect. The way people looked at him was not only out of fear for the Sect Master behind him but also with a few more respects for Qin Changqing himself.

"Vice Sect Master, you are truly talented. Shen admires you!" Shen Yuantu laughed heartily and once again pulled Qin Changqing to drink heavily.

Qin Changqing couldn't help but feel that after hearing this story, Shen Yuantu's behavior was a bit strange, as if he wanted to get himself drunk.

Damn, could it be that his own story stirred up some kind of memory in him?

Could this rough man have had a similar experience?

In any case, after this banquet, Shen Yuantu became even more enthusiastic towards Qin Changqing. It was obvious that there was less insincerity and more sincerity in his attitude.

Art truly knows no boundaries. Even in the Immortal Cultivation World, the effect was surprisingly good.

"I could tell from the story just now that Brother Changqing seems to be very interested in those 'spirits' as well?"

On the way back, Shen Yuantu put his arm around Qin Changqing's shoulder and asked with a low chuckle, his address becoming more intimate.

"...Who said that? I'm not!" Qin Changqing felt a bit embarrassed. "They don't have physical bodies..."

"No need to explain, I understand!" Shen Yuantu winked. "Although these spirits don't have physical bodies, they can give Brother Changqing a different kind of ultimate experience. If you're interested, I can arrange it for you later. I guarantee that the Sect Master Changqing will be satisfied!"

"... " Qin Changqing was speechless. Did this story really make him become Ning Caichen?

In ancient times, there were Xu Xian and Bai Niangzi, Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian. Now, there's me, Qin Changqing, and the spirits of the Ghost King Sect?

Oh no, am I actually starting to look forward to it?

Could it be that besides being a traitor, I also want to be a knight of the undead?