Chapter 0623: Unmatched Ghost

At this moment, with nothing but the raw power of his physical body, Yi Tianxing was able to completely overwhelm the fully unleashed old ghost. Such power could crush everything in its path—an invincible physique and unmatched strength.

As he reeled from the shock, the old ghost's respect for Yi Tianxing deepened. A man like this—if he didn't die young—would undoubtedly become a legend across heaven and earth.

"Arm-wrestling match, first round—winner: Yi Tianxing!!"

Though stunned, Jin Xiangyu did not forget her duty. Without hesitation, she announced the result.

In arm-wrestling, it was simple. You either won or lost—everything was out in the open, and no trickery could be employed.

"Hmph, I don't believe your strength surpasses mine. I was just careless and let you seize the initiative. But this time, I won't give you another chance. Prepare to taste my full strength!"

The old ghost snorted coldly and took a deep breath.

He couldn't accept that he would lose. In his mind, the previous round was only lost because he had been caught off-guard. Once your hand was tilted downward, it took several times more force to turn things around. That wasn't a fair contest—it was already a losing position. Losing like that? He refused to accept it.

"Then let's go again,"Yi Tianxing said calmly.

Bang!!

Their wrists collided once more.

"Fall, damn you!"

The old ghost roared. The blood energy around him exploded violently. Behind him, the image of a towering Great Strength One-Horned Ghost King appeared once again. His internal power surged from tens of thousands of pounds to over three hundred thousand pounds in an instant. The table beneath them trembled violently, on the verge of shattering under the strain.

But even with that explosion of power, Yi Tianxing's hand didn't budge as the old ghost expected. Though his arm trembled, there was no sign of being overpowered.

"Impossible!"

The old ghost's expression changed drastically. His roar echoed out. He had thought that gaining the initiative would turn the tables. But now, under equal footing and a full-force burst, he still couldn't suppress Yi Tianxing.

That meant only one thing: Yi Tianxing's strength far exceeded his own—not just thirty thousand, but likely over forty thousand pounds of force.

He couldn't believe that such a terrifying body cultivator even existed.

"Nothing is impossible,"Yi Tianxing inhaled deeply, and the power in his arm surged. With a single push, he slammed the old ghost's hand onto the table again.

"What explosive power. If I hadn't eaten that cursed dish and experienced a sudden power surge—reaching White Cauldron Fourth Ring, with more than forty thousand pounds of strength—this might have been a bit troublesome."

The old ghost's strength could burst to over thirty thousand pounds in a flash. Truly a naturally gifted powerhouse—like a ghost god reborn.

"Two out of three. I declare the winner: Daoist Yi Tianxing!"

Jin Xiangyu announced with a smile.

The old ghost's face turned blue, then pale. He had been sure of victory, but had now lost completely—and worse, he'd made a wager. He'd bet his loyalty.

Was he really going to serve this man?

"Two out of three, I won, and you lost. Before the match, we made a pact. Of course, if you feel the agreement was too hasty, I can pretend it never happened. Let's just say we're friends now."

Yi Tianxing smiled faintly. He showed no intent of forcing the matter, as if he didn't really care about the outcome of the bet.

"Hmph, no need to say it again!"

The old ghost's expression twisted for a moment before he finally shouted:

"I said it, and I meant it! I'll never go back on my word. I said I'd serve you—and I will! Your strength is greater than mine. Serving someone stronger is nothing to be ashamed of. I acknowledge the pact!"

"A man who honors his word—that's a true man."

Jin Xiangyu laughed lightly. "That kind of man is my favorite. Makes me feel all fluttery. Want to… get to know each other better?"

She gave him a flirtatious look.

But when the old ghost saw her terrifying appearance—worse than any specter, his face went pale. He frantically waved his hands:

"No, no, no. I—I'm not worthy of your appreciation. Please continue hating me!"

Terror filled his eyes.

Then he turned and dropped to one knee, bowing before Yi Tianxing.

"Wushuang Gui (Unmatched Ghost) pays respect to my Lord! From this day forth, I am your sharpest blade. Whoever you want dead—I will kill. No questions asked!"

He paid full homage—firmly sealing a lord-retainer bond.

"Wushuang Gui? That's your name?"

Yi Tianxing raised an eyebrow, vaguely recognizing the name.

"Yes! My name is Wushuang Gui. Back in the Warring States era, I was Han's number one strongman. No one in the world had greater strength than me. Even now in the Eternal Continent, my power is still unmatched—only you, my Lord, have bested me."

Wushuang Gui said it proudly. Even his gaze toward Yi Tianxing now held deep respect.

His nature was simple and straightforward. Though inherently violent and monstrous in appearance—with a body like iron that ordinary weapons couldn't pierce—he held firmly to his word. If he gave his oath, he'd never go back on it.

He had strengths and flaws:

Strengths: unwavering loyalty and immense strength.

Flaws: straightforward mind, little scheming, incapable of lying or hiding thoughts.

"Good. From now on, you're my personal guard. You… are truly unmatched."

Yi Tianxing nodded. The respect in Wushuang Gui's eyes was unmistakable.

Once he acknowledged someone as his lord, there were no reservations. As long as Yi Tianxing did not betray him, Wushuang Gui would never betray Yi Tianxing.

That kind of loyalty—Yi Tianxing could feel it clearly.

Even he hadn't expected to meet someone like this.

"Ah Gui, here—this is for you. If you want to drink Dukang Wine, then stay with me. Whenever you want a drink, you'll have it. There'll always be some for you."

Yi Tianxing tossed a jar of Dukang Wine to him.

"Dukang Wine?! Thank you, Lord!"

Wushuang Gui clutched the wine jar, drooling at the corners.

"Let's go upstairs to drink."

Jin Xiangyu glanced at the gathering crowd of cultivators and said directly. She hated being gawked at—especially with her appearance, which made every look feel like a judgment.

Yi Tianxing nodded, and the group moved upstairs.

At the fourth floor, they sat again.

Wushuang Gui couldn't wait. He cracked open the wine seal, took a deep sniff of the rich aroma, and let out a blissful sigh:

"Now this is wine. True wine. Everything I drank before—horse piss compared to this! Dukang, Dukang… what relieves sorrow better than Dukang?"

He clutched the jar and drank in large gulps.

After a few swigs, he paused, eyes closing naturally. A childlike smile spread across his terrifying face. A smile from the heart.

One drink to wash away all sorrow—this is Dukang Wine!

"You truly are blessed,"

Jin Xiangyu laughed playfully. "To find such a top-tier talent like Wushuang Gui without even searching Yellow Sand Town… and to win him over with an arm-wrestle? That's like sitting in an inn and having a general fall from the sky."

"Haha, all thanks to the lady boss's good fortune,"Yi Tianxing replied with a chuckle.

They continued chatting about various things.

During their idle talk, Yi Tianxing learned of many desert rumors from her.

"They say that somewhere in the Golden Sand Desert, a secret realm lies hidden. When a sandstorm vortex forms, those with fate may enter. The place is incredibly mysterious—so much so that no one ever speaks of what's inside after returning. All they say is that it's dangerous, strange, but holds great opportunities. If you survive, you'll be transformed. They call it the Demonic Kingdom Secret Realm—but that's all anyone knows."

Jin Xiangyu suddenly brought it up.

"Demonic Kingdom Secret Realm… great danger, great opportunity."

Yi Tianxing's interest was piqued. He memorized the name. These kinds of unexplored secret realms often had their own laws and mystical powers. Like the First Martial Tournament, which was held in one such secret realm.

And unclaimed secret realms often held the greatest treasures.

"They say the Demonic Kingdom has a curse. Don't go in lightly. Even if you make it out, you might still die. I saw a brother die right in front of me. No one knew how—it just happened. And he came from that secret realm."

At some point, Wushuang Gui had awakened—and added this grim warning.