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Song Zhong was especially solemn today as he wore a gown unique to Salt Lake City. His handsome appearance and silver dress made him seem exceptionally tall and straight. Song Zhong's mother was the number one beauty of Salt Lake City, Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin; Song Zhong's father was an expert in Ghost Clan, and with Song Zhong's appearance, he was the focus of everyone's attention wherever he went.

's tradition was that even the grandest of festivals, the Ghost Clan King's clothing would always maintain a simple yet dignified style, this was a custom derived from their bloodline, to make it convenient for Salt Lake City's cultivators to fight at any time.

The people of the Salt Lake City would still have weapons at their sides even when they slept. Of course, some cultivators of the inner city of the Salt Lake City would not place weapons by their sides, because their martial power was terrifying enough that they could just kill people with their bare hands. Even a leaf could be used as a weapon.

Yu Mengran closed his eyes and stood beside Ghost King. This was a family matter for Blood Drinking Sovereign, but it was also a major event for the entire Salt Lake City.

As the advisor to the Blood Drinking Sovereign, he had never participated in the battles between the two princes. The first prince Song Yi was doted on by the Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin, and the second prince Song Zhong was known as the cultivation genius, deeply trusted and doted upon by the Ghost King.

As for Third Princess Song Wan, who had a peaceful nature, she was not too interested in cultivation. What she liked the most was researching medical knowledge and fiddling with the medicinal herbs in the garden. The Third Princess Song Wan was not considered a candidate for the Ghost King, but the First Prince Song Yi and Second Prince Song Zhong both had their own strengths, so the power that supported them was not at a disadvantage.

Ghost Clan believed in strength even more, and in the end, the decision about who had the qualifications to inherit the mantle of the Ghost King needed to be made with strength.

When Song Zhong stepped on the white floor, the stone slabs were made using a type of firm white stone.

Honorable Saint. Song Zhong knelt on the ground and placed his right hand in the middle of his chest.

Ghost King sat high up in the throne, sizing up his son. Looking at his son's serious expression, he asked: Song Zhong, what's the matter?

Honorable Saint, I have a few questions. Song Zhong looked up at his father, the noble Ghost King said.

Inside Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin's room, Song Yi stood beside her: Recently, her mother has become even more beautiful.

The powder you sent was good. Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin opened the box in her hands, which was made from Agarwood. Inside the box was soft and exquisite makeup, women were born with no resistance to this kind of thing, even Ghost Empress was no exception.

Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin was the number one beauty of the desert. Although she had aged a lot, she still cared about her appearance and had maintained herself extremely well. Although Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin already had two grown up sons, she still looked like a young lady in her early twenties.

The two most important things that happened in the Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin was cultivation, and the other was the protection of one's appearance.

As long as mother likes it, son, even when going up the mountain or down to the sea, must come for mother.

Come on, don't try to be a good boy. Tell me what it is.

His son heard that his second brother was going to ask the sage for an early ghost slaying ceremony. Son... Son, what do you think, mother?

Lin Miaoyin looked at his son. Because of his obesity, Song Yi had destroyed his originally handsome face. Although Song Yi did not inherit his own beauty, he inherited his father's formidable cultivation ability. Although Lin Miaoyin was not satisfied with his son's appearance, his son's character was very similar to her own. "Just based on your little thoughts, since everyone wants to challenge you, your current cultivation is indeed one stage higher than everyone else. Many people think that he is giving up the position of being the successor of the Ghost King. Both of you were born for your mother, and she knows your nature. Indeed, none of them had any intention of inheriting the Ghost King s, but he was challenging them by doing so.

His son thought that it would be a good thing for his son to set his future in advance.

This is indeed a good thing for you, but you must know that your little brother is a cultivation genius, his achievements will sooner or later surpass yours. Since all of you brought it up yourself, I have no objection to the matter of you two brothers.

Song Yi stood on the spot, he was waiting for these exact words. After all, he and Song Zhong were brothers from the same father and mother, and he was waiting for the attitude of the Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin.

The reason he came here today was to probe out what kind of attitude his mother had. It was true that his cultivation level was one level higher than Song Zhong's, but it was originally set to be three years from now, so with Song Zhong's cultivation speed, he would definitely not be able to defeat his. His mother had said that, although she did not oppose the two brothers, naturally she did not oppose Song Zhong's suggestion, but if she did not, then she would support him.

Song Yi laughed, he felt that he was about to become the next Ghost King, and even started to daydream about the moment when he would be seated on the throne of the Ghost King. Song Yi was more looking forward to the Ghost-Slaughtering Ceremony than anyone else, and it had even surpassed the Song Zhong who suggested that the Ghost-Slaughtering Ceremony be held earlier than anyone else.

Song Zhong knelt in front of Blood Drinking Sovereign and asked word by word: "May I ask Holy Saint, if I can become the future king of the inner city of Salt Lake City, will I be able to decide to go out and train my Salt Lake City before I become the Ghost King?

Of course.

If I am able to become the future king of a city in Salt Lake City, I hope to obtain something.

Blood Drinking Sovereign looked at his son and asked: What do you want?

I hope to obtain the Heavenly Iron.

There was a cold lake in the middle city of Salt Lake City. The cold lake was not big, but in the middle of the desert, a slightly large area of water was called Hai Zi. The cold lake could at most be considered a pool of water. There was a thousand year old Heavenly Iron worshiped in the middle of the lake.

It was said that this Heavenly Iron came from the heavens and descended from the skies into the cold lake. Ever since they had fallen into the cold lake, the water had become bone-chilling cold. No one knew where the Heavenly Iron s were at the Frigid Lake, so ordinary people didn't dare to enter the lake. Even if they were to soak barefoot in the lake water for a while, their bodies would still feel cold.

Blood Drinking Sovereign narrowed his eyes and sized up his son: Yes, if you can become the next Ghost King, all the things in the Salt Lake City in the future will belong to you.

Song Zhong bowed and said solemnly: "I ask Ghost King to allow me to carry out the ghost slaying ceremony in one month.

The Ghost King laughed out loud. As expected of my son, I give my permission! Son, I admire your courage! I hope you made the right choice.

Ghost King turned around and told Yu Mengran, "Tell them, if they win this year's Ghost-Slaughtering Ceremony, the Heavenly Iron in the cold lake will be their gift for this competition. I will give the Heavenly Iron as a gift to the future Ghost King!