The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Madison flew into Ghost Town after applying an invisibility talisman to herself.

She quickly caught a lone sentinel spirit and pressed her bronze sword against his neck. The bronze sword radiated spiritual energy, and just resting against the sentinel spirit's throat made him wince in pain. "Where's the Ghost King?"

The sentinel spirit gritted his teeth, glaring with blood-red eyes. "You have some nerve to..."

"Where's the Ghost King?"

Madison pressed down on the sword, driving the blade into the sentinel spirit's neck. It felt like hot oil searing against his skin, producing a sizzling sound.

"Ah! Ah! I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"

The sentinel spirit pointed in a direction. "The Ghost King won't be so easily harmed by you. You're walking to your death."

Madison placed a talisman on the sentinel spirit's forehead. The sentinel spirit instantly transformed into a wisp of green smoke, vanishing into thin air. These sentinel spirits all carried guilt.

Madison, wielding the bronze sword, proceeded toward the Ghost King's lair as indicated. The further she walked, the more she could sense the negative energy. In addition to the negative energy, there was also a strong suppression of forbidden techniques.

She knew this kind of forbidden technique belonged to the lineage of evil cultivators. Forbidden techniques were often paired with formations. This place was indeed not to be underestimated.

As Madison stepped onto a black stone, the invisibility talisman on her body automatically burned away.

"Who's there!"

A deep voice echoed through the dense negative energy. "Who dares to intrude upon my forbidden ground?"

The thick, obscuring negative energy vanished in the blink of an eye. A rustic mansion came into view, with the gate Suspended mid-air and a stele floating directly in front of it. The words on the stele were written in-blood-red ink-"The Nether Hall".

Madison let out a sneer.

The two giant doors before her swung open, and a loud crash reverberated. "Who dares to trespass on my forbidden ground?" Madison leaped into the air, charging toward the open doorway.

A bolt of blood-red lightning struck down from above, and Madison raised her sword to block it. With a series of crackling sounds, the blood-red lightning rained down in quick succession, all of which were deflected by Madison using her bronze sword.

"How interesting! There's actually someone who can withstand my techniques."

As the lightning in the air faded away, Madison stepped directly into the mansion. As soon as she entered, a bone-chilling cold spread from her feet. Although the mansion appeared small from the outside, it was actually tall and spacious inside, with dozens of hundred-foot-long pillars supporting the ceiling.

Grotesque and terrifying ghosts

swirled above, and the ceiling was adorned with vivid paintings of various malevolent creatures. Though referred to as paintings, they appeared almost lifelike. At the very top was a tall figure seated on a high platform.

Negative energy obscured the figure's features, leaving only a pair of blood-red eyes shining like burning lanterns. They were fixed intently in Madison's direction.

In front of the steps was Sebastian. Madison soared upward and landed directly in front of him.

His astral body was entwined in negative energy. His complexion was pale, and his blood-red eyes were wide. His pupils, the size of rice grains, stared at Madison in terror. Madison quickly formed a hand seal and chanted an incantation, "Break open!"

The next moment, the negative energy surrounding Sebastian vanished, and the blood-red hue in his eyes also disappeared.novelbin