#742 - Ghost Saint Nie Wushang

Ghost Realm, Yin Yang Heaven.

In the black abyss, where nothing could be seen, a ray of light suddenly flashed in and landed on the palace square in the deepest part.

"Venerable Saint!"

Two figures immediately flashed out from inside, also dressed in black gauze, with exquisite figures. They were the two personal maids of Ghost Saint Nie Wushang.

Seeing Nie Wushang's empty left arm, the two maids were immediately shocked, their eyes filled with horror and confusion.

Who could have injured the Saint Venerable to such an extent?

In their impression, the Saint Venerable was an invincible existence. Even the Ghost Emperors, as powerful as they were, had to be respectful in front of the Saint Venerable and dared not overstep the slightest.

Nie Wushang waved his hand and said as he walked inside, "Immediately summon Qing Ya to see me!"

The two maids exchanged a glance, saluted, and quickly took out the communication talisman to send the message.

Before long, a green light fell from above, transforming into a gloomy middle-aged man in a green robe, who was one of Nie Wushang's Ghost Emperors, Qing Ya Ghost Emperor.

At the same time, he was also Nie Wushang's only remaining blood relative, named Nie Wuya.

The two maids immediately flashed over to pay their respects: "Lord, the Saint Venerable is waiting for you inside!"

Nie Wuya nodded and strode in.

As soon as he walked into the main hall, Nie Wuya saw Nie Wushang leaning against the throne, and his expression changed drastically. He exclaimed in shock, "Little sister, your hand... who did this?"

Nie Wushang said lightly, "Besides those four people, who else can force me to such a state?"

The Four Saints!

Nie Wuya said suspiciously, "Why would the Four Saints attack you? Could it be that they want to break the current stable situation?"

Nie Wushang shook his head and was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Fei'er is dead."

The topic changed too quickly, and Nie Wuya didn't react for a moment. He was stunned for a moment before his expression changed drastically. "Are you kidding me? The Tongtian Conference is just a place for a group of Earth Immortals to play around. You even went to watch the battle in person. How could Fei'er die!"

Nie Fei was Nie Wuya's only son. He had several sons and daughters before, but they all died during the Five Saints' battle for supremacy.

This was also one of the important reasons why Nie Wushang did not hesitate to break the rules to save Nie Fei.

The Nie family has undoubtedly made a lot of contributions to her current position, and they almost died out for this. Moreover, he is his own close relative. It would be really unreasonable if he didn't take action when he saw Nie Fei in trouble.

Nie Wushang shook his head and said, "I was too late to save him!"

Nie Wuya's expression suddenly became extremely ferocious: "You actually watched your own nephew die in front of you. What kind of aunt are you? Do you know how I have been living for the past five thousand years? I have been taking all kinds of elixirs and seeking ancient remedies everywhere, do you know!"

As he spoke, he couldn't control his emotions and flashed to the front of the throne, questioning sharply, saliva almost splashing on Nie Wushang's face.

The eyes behind Nie Wushang's mask slowly turned cold: "Brother, I have already tried my best, and I have paid the price of an arm for it. Even several top geniuses there have given up. What else do you want me to do?"

Nie Wuya roared frantically: "You are his aunt, shouldn't you save him? What's wrong with an arm? That's my son! My own son!"

Nie Wushang's chest heaved, and her eyes suddenly became extremely sharp. She waved her sleeves violently and directly threw Qing Ya away: "Presumptuous!"

Even though the other party was her elder brother, she was now the supreme Ghost Saint, and her majesty could not be violated.

For Nie Wushang, she had already done enough and had indeed tried her best. Could it be that her dignified Ghost Saint's arm was not as good as his son?

Although she was a little annoyed, she obviously held back. Nie Wuya only somersaulted in the air and landed steadily, looking up at Nie Wushang and laughing angrily: "Good, good, good, Nie Wushang, your wings are hardened now, your cultivation is higher, and you dare to attack your elder brother. You are indeed a heartless and ruthless Saint Venerable. In that case, you might as well kill me too!"

Nie Wushang took a deep breath, her tone softened: "Brother, your lifespan is still very long. You can have another son if your son dies. Do you want me to die at the hands of those four guys? If I die, who in the entire Ghost Realm will be their opponent?"

Hearing this, Nie Wuya was like being poured a basin of cold water and slowly calmed down.

After a long silence, he asked: "Then who is the murderer who killed my son? Have you avenged him?"

Nie Wushang choked and was speechless, then slowly shook her head: "Those four guys are protecting them, I can't do anything."

Nie Wuya's anger was immediately ignited again, like a furious lion: "You didn't save my son, and you didn't avenge him. What's the use of you, a dignified Ghost Saint! If that's the case, tell me the murderer, and I will avenge Fei'er myself. He can't rest in peace even if he dies if he relies on you, an irresponsible aunt!"

Nie Wushang's eyes behind the mask closed slightly, then opened again, and nodded: "There were more than a dozen who did it. They should all have been accepted as disciples by the other four saints now. Go ahead."

"…"

Nie Wuya's expression suddenly froze on his face. After a long while, he flung his sleeves angrily and strode away: "I'll avenge myself, do you think I'm afraid of them!"

Watching Nie Wuya leave, Nie Wushang's eyes gradually became complicated. She sighed a long time, then slowly reached out and took off the mask on her face.

Under the mask, a face that could topple kingdoms and cities was revealed, with skin as white as jade and eyes as clear as autumn water. There was a unique charm between her glances.

If the Four Saints were here at this moment, they would be extremely shocked. Who would have thought that under that cold mask was such a gentle and soft face.

No wonder Nie Wushang wore a mask all year round.

This face was too soft and beautiful, completely inconsistent with the Ghost Saint's domineering temperament.

In fact, Nie Wushang's real name was not this, but Nie Wushang, the 'shang' of clothing. It was only later that she competed with the Five Saints for the world, and in order not to be looked down upon, she changed her name.

Then, his gaze fell on Nie Wushang's severed arm, and he frowned: "How can such a beautiful woman have a broken arm? I have to think of a way. By the way, I heard Ao Xing say that there is a divine spring in the Immortal Saint's place, which should be able to heal her broken arm. If that doesn't work, I'll take out a lotus seed…"

It's not a big deal to get such a beauty to smile, and she is still the dignified Ghost Saint.