Entering the spiritual realm by mistake！Ghost Bride in the Cold Palace
Qin Ming recognized her immediately.
It was indeed his junior sister, Qing Xuan!
She looked a bit wounded—probably ambushed after entering the palace.
In the blink of an eye, the short and burly Da Kui charged in from the left.
He had no weapons, only clenched fists.
Seeing this, Qing Xuan swung her Black Gold Blade to the left.
Da Kui activated his Iron Arm ability (Sequence No. 135)!
In a flash, his right arm hardened like steel.
Boom!
The Black Gold Blade was actually stopped cold.
Qing Xuan immediately retreated, panting heavily.
But then!
The palace maid Lan Hua attacked from the right.
She raised her hands and channeled energy—ten orchids growing in the courtyard floated into the air.
Her talent: Floral Sword (Sequence No. 201) activated.
Using flowers as blades, over forty orchid petals shot toward Qing Xuan!
Qing Xuan flipped into the air.
With sweeping, powerful moves, she slashed three times in midair.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each strike carried the power of her Spirit Awakening—Stage One.
The petals were all sliced apart.
Qin Ming noticed her face had turned pale—her injuries weren't minor.
He scanned the area for the best route to rescue her and escape.
As Qing Xuan hovered in the air to catch her breath,
Suddenly, the eunuch Zhou Chang struck, his movements strange and lightning-fast.
Qing Xuan quickly raised her blade in defense.
Clang! His Pinching Finger Technique knocked her weapon back.
Then he unleashed his Inch Force talent (Sequence No. 93)!
Two fingers jabbed again, hard, into the blade.
Crack!
The sword rebounded and slammed into Qing Xuan's abdomen.
She plummeted straight to the ground.
Zhou Chang, Da Kui, Xiao Dengzi, and Lan Hua all leaped forward to surround her.
That was the moment Qin Ming had been waiting for.
He covered his face with a black cloth, drew his Bloodfall Sword, and charged in!
Using his stealth talent to the max—his approach was completely silent.
By the time his sword reached them, Zhou Chang was already too late to react.
"What? Who goes there?!"
Zhou Chang tried to block the sword with his Pinching Finger Technique—
Clang!
And in that instant—
Qin Ming's left hand flared, his Flame talent igniting—
FWOOSH! Red flames burst out, thick with black smoke.
Da Kui, Lan Hua, and Xiao Dengzi were forced back several steps, waving their sleeves to clear the smoke.
When it cleared, Qing Xuan was gone—vanished without a trace.
"Damn it! They got away!"
"They won't get far," Zhou Chang said coldly.
He jumped onto the rooftop and scanned the area.
"They went deeper into the Cold Palace! After them!"
The four of them charged into the depths of the compound.
Qin Ming was dashing ahead, carrying Qing Xuan.
"Put me down! Who are you?!"
"Who do you think?"
He glanced at her through the mask.
"Who else would risk their life to come save you, you silly girl?!"
Recognizing his voice, Qing Xuan's heart fluttered.
"Qin Ming?! How… how did you know I came?"
"Call it telepathy."
"Hmph! Who has telepathy with you? Put me down!"
"Call me Senior Brother!"
"No way! Put me down!"
Qin Ming could feel the four pursuers closing in fast.
He dashed into a massive palace hall, kicked the door open, and rushed in with Qing Xuan.
Setting her down, they bolted down a long hallway to the back.
"Qin Ming, where are we?!"
"I don't know. It's the Cold Palace—not many come here."
They burst into a deeper courtyard—
Snow had piled over a meter high.
Weird-looking weeds poked through the snow, swaying eerily in the wind.
The trees were leafless, their blackened branches twisted like claws.
Clearly, no one had set foot here in ages.
But then—
As they stepped through a circular gate into another courtyard, both of them froze.
Red lanterns hung along every corridor.
The red glow gave the trees and plants a bloody, eerie hue.
Giant double happiness symbols were plastered across every window.
"What the hell is this?"
Just as they turned to leave,
Zhou Chang and his group arrived and surrounded them.
"Take off your mask, Qin Captain," Zhou Chang said with a smirk.
"I know your uniform too well.
Never thought the man who just earned the Emperor's praise… is also a transmigrator!"
The four drew their weapons—
A deadly clash was about to begin.
Suddenly—
A strange giggling echoed from the corner of the courtyard.
Like a group of women laughing… eerily joyful.
Everyone froze.
The courtyard grew darker and darker.
Only the lanterns remained lit—everything else was swallowed by shadow.
Three breaths later—
Out of the shadows walked one, two, three… eighteen graceful women.
Each held trays of fine food and wine, swaying their hips as they approached.
They were beautiful—but unsettlingly pale.
As they passed, the lanterns glowed brighter, lighting up the entire courtyard.
Red decorations and banners now filled every corner—more lanterns, more double happiness signs.
Qing Xuan tugged at Qin Ming's sleeve.
"Qin Ming… look at their feet…"
He glanced.
None of the women had feet.
They floated eerily above the ground, smiling with ghostly grins.
"We… we've entered a spirit realm," Qin Ming muttered.
Zhou Chang's group paled.
"We've only heard of spirit realms… we've never been inside one!"
"I heard they're born from the lingering resentment between transmigrators and natives," said Xiao Dengzi.
"They're insanely dangerous! One wrong move and you're dead!"
Da Kui growled, "Let's just blast this whole damn place down with our swords!"
Qing Xuan rolled her eyes.
"Muscle-for-brains. Rule number one of spirit realms: never act recklessly.
Or you'll be trapped forever."
Suddenly, Xiao Dengzi screamed, pointing to the corner of the courtyard.
"There! Someone's standing there!"
Everyone looked—
A woman in red stood in the shadows.
She wore embroidered red shoes, a wedding veil over her head.
Her pale hands were clasped at her abdomen, nails bright blood red.
She stood motionless… her figure flickering in and out of view.
[WARNING: Danger level increased x100! Luck gain rate x100 during crisis!]