Superpower Small Farmer

"Kill!"

Seeing those terrifying Yin spirits closing in, everyone hurriedly activated their Magic Treasure Immortal Swords, slashing fiercely towards the Yin spirits. However, just as their swords were about to land, the Yin spirits suddenly vanished.

"What the hell? Playing hide and seek?" Everyone was shocked and bewildered.

"The Yin spirits are semi-ethereal, materializing when attacking and turning ethereal when defending, adept at both offenses and defenses. They're extremely difficult to handle, so everyone should open up their Divine Sense and be cautious," Jin Futu, knowledgeable and experienced, analyzed and reminded.

Just as he gave his warning, those vanished Yin spirits reappeared mysteriously, showing up right behind everyone. They launched sudden attacks, their massive palms aiming at the group.

Bang, bang, bang, bang…

Except for Ding Chunqiu's Immortal Qi Barrier, which remained intact, the Dragon Qi Shields on the Immortal Emperors were all shattered by the Yin spirits' palms. Fortunately, the Yin spirits' attack power wasn't strong, so no one was harmed during the surprise assault, though panic caused a wave of exclamations.

Wang Xiaoqiang, Jin Futu, and Madame Gou Yi, being at the back, were not attacked.

Seeing how fearsome these Yin spirits were, Wang Xiaoqiang summoned his Willpower, commanding the True Dragon of the Flame to attack. Four roaring True Dragons of the Flame charged towards the Yin spirits.

Boom, boom, boom, boom…

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

The True Dragons of the Flame sped like lightning, their momentum fierce and their bodies blazing intensely. Although the Yin spirits could transform into a void, they couldn't resist the searing heat of the flames. Instantly, a sizzling sound was heard, the sound of them being scorched.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

The Yin spirits, one by one, were ignited by the flames, their giant bodies twisted and deformed, letting out painful howls.

The number of Yin spirits was enormous, numbering in the hundreds. Relying solely on the True Dragons of the Flame wasn't enough for a quick resolution, so after unleashing the True Dragons, Wang Xiaoqiang struck out with both palms towards the Yin spirits. The Thunderclap Annihilation Palm was executed, unleashing thick electric arcs ten meters long from his palms, crashing towards the Yin spirits.

"Uwaa!!!"

"Uwaa~~~~~~"

The Yin spirits hit by the electric arcs let out loud cries as they fell dead with a thunderous sound. The power of the lightning was even more formidable than the True Dragons of the Flame. In an instant, the Yin spirits were either dead or fled, disappearing without a trace.

The Yin spirits are Yin objects.

Lightning, being extremely Yang in nature, is Heavenly Tiangang and Earthly Fire, the best weapon to counter Yin objects, achieving victory through surprise as expected.

Wang Xiaoqiang's performance once again earned the admiration and respect of his subordinates. To them, the troublesome Yin spirits were resolved in an instant by Wang Xiaoqiang.

"Not far below, we should reach the Netherworld. Let's move quickly," Wang Xiaoqiang instructed, releasing Jin Futu, and then led the way descending.

Everyone followed suit.

Indeed, soon enough, light began to break through beneath them. As they descended, the light grew brighter, although this brightness was relative to the pitch-black tunnel,

still somewhat dark compared to the Immortal Realm.

When they landed on the ground, they found themselves in a wide-open space, presenting yet another world before their eyes.

This world, though clear, had no sun in the sky, the atmosphere shrouded in a gloomy haze. Floating in mid-air were Corpse Qi Orbs, resembling clouds,

and below, the entire area was veiled with chilling, ghastly white Corpse Qi, which carried a coldness that stung the skin. However, everyone's high Cultivation Base allowed them to withstand it.

This world gave an impression of eternal darkness, cold and desolate. Although there were substantial buildings, farmland, and crisscrossing pathways, the human presence was exceedingly sparse.

Actually, calling it "human presence" is somewhat inappropriate because, besides Wang Xiaoqiang and his group, there shouldn't be anyone else here—only ghost cultivators and ghosts.

In reality, the Netherworld is the ghosts' domain,

comprising two types, one being the Ghost Race, or the so-called ghost cultivators,

and the other being ghosts, also known as Souls and Spirits, the souls of the recently deceased—like Lotus Princess. Her Soul and Spirit are in the Netherworld.

"This is likely the Netherworld. Let's stick together for now, probe the reality of this place, and if there's no major danger, we'll split up," Wang Xiaoqiang solemnly instructed, gazing at the floating Corpse Qi Orbs above.

Everyone consented with a nod, no one objecting.

This world was still too unfamiliar to them, with unknown dangers lurking, so it was wise to be cautious.

The group proceeded, searching and asking along the way, inquiring about the whereabouts of Lotus Princess's Soul and Spirit.

Soon, they understood the Netherworld—it's a domain tightly controlled by ghost cultivators.

Ghosts entering here fall under the control of ghost cultivators, becoming their slaves, and only after three months can they reincarnate as humans.

Ghost cultivators manipulate the fate of ghosts. If the ghosts don't behave and follow orders, they'll be oppressed by the ghost cultivators.

Some ruthless ghost cultivators even destroy ghosts, preventing them from reincarnating.

Their methods are brutal and merciless.

In the Netherworld, Souls and Spirits appear as tangible forms, like Lotus Princess's six Souls and Spirits, each a version of her.

As for where the six Lotus Princesses are, they still need to be found.

Wang Xiaoqiang and his group, though not ghosts, had high Cultivation, so even though the ghost cultivators were hostile upon seeing them, they didn't dare provoke them lightly.

Meanwhile, Wang Xiaoqiang's group's goal was to find Lotus Princess's Souls and Spirits, not to make trouble with the ghost cultivators.

Both parties maintained peace.

After ten days.

No information was found.

The Netherworld was vast, no smaller than the Immortal Realm, making this methodless search akin to finding a needle in a haystack.

On this day.

Wang Xiaoqiang unexpectedly met a familiar figure—a familiar ghost.

Seeing this ghost, Wang Xiaoqiang was nearly brought to tears.

For this ghost was none other than his Grandpa Big Pipe from his old home on Earth, in Sanmiao Village.

When Wang Xiaoqiang left Earth, Grandpa Big Pipe, then in his seventies, was hospitalized with pulmonary emphysema. Seeing his Soul and Spirit here now, it came as no surprise,

since the Netherworld accepts Souls and Spirits not only from the Immortal Realm but from other realms, including Earth.

However, in this vast Netherworld, encountering a familiar person from home was indeed unexpected and rare.

At that moment, Grandpa Big Pipe was sweeping the courtyard of a grand mansion, being a slave to a ghost cultivator's family. Due to his unattractive appearance and being male, he was usually given coarse chores.

Wang Xiaoqiang entered the courtyard, approaching Grandpa Big Pipe, who appeared excited to see him but did not dare acknowledge him.

Wang Xiaoqiang approached Grandpa Big Pipe and asked, "Are you Grandpa Big Pipe?"

Grandpa Big Pipe became even more excited, "You are…"

"Grandpa, it's me, Little Qiang," Wang Xiaoqiang, realizing it truly was Grandpa Big Pipe, became equally excited. (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes at Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)