Xie Jiuniang continued to boast, "My master is a Divinity Transformation, and my great master is Lord Qiansha, have you heard of them? There are not many in the Cultivation World who can surpass her. Tell me, do you think a strike from a Divinity Transformation could turn you into ash?"
"Young girl, don't be rash."
The Nascent Soul Ghost Cultivator's ugly form suddenly became that of a young man as handsome as a painting, except for his pale, ghostly pallor—an exclusive trait of ghost cultivators.
Xie Jiuniang was astonished. "Can ghost cultivators also disguise themselves?"
"This is indeed my true appearance," said the man, coughing. "In my youth, I was also a dashing and suave young man. Alas, I fell victim to the treachery of others and was forced to become a ghost cultivator."
As the Nascent Soul Ghost Cultivator spoke, he revealed a hint of sadness.
Xie Jiuniang, on the other hand, took a couple of steps back, widening the distance between them.
