White Dog Bites Ghost

Watching the Four-Eyed Fierce Tiger's retreating figure, Lin Chan finally relaxed completely, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

They say serving a ruler is like accompanying a tiger—enough said about the pressure of being near one.

Not to mention anything else, just the sheer oppressive presence of its size was enough to make anyone's blood run cold.

Thankfully, it was all over now.

By this time, the fire he'd lit earlier had long since died out, but the sky was gradually growing brighter.

Having spent the whole night chatting nonsense with the Four-Eyed Tiger, Lin Chan hadn't had a moment to rest.

And now wasn't the time for rest either. Lin Chan packed up his bundle, then glanced at Little Li and Little White.

Little Li was still sound asleep, while Little White had recovered and was circling around Lin Chan.

"Lucky you two, getting a free stroke of fortune out of nowhere."

Lin Chan looked at Little White and said with some envy.

He had no idea what was in that blood mist the Four-Eyed Tiger had spat out, but it was probably something good for beasts.

Hoisting Little Li up and placing her on the bundle on his back, Lin Chan walked out of the Broken Temple.

After half a day's travel, Lin Chan spotted a settlement and stopped to rest for a while. After all, he hadn't slept all night and was in poor shape.

He bought some food, ate, and was just about to rest when a ghostly figure drifted into the guest room.

"You!"

Lin Chan recognized the man—it was that Daoist Robe Youth named Zu Moyan.

This Grief Ghost had clearly come with ill intent, and Lin Chan immediately went on guard.

Little Li and Little White also stared at him with hostile eyes.

"You're heading to Shu Mountain to seek immortals? No need for all that trouble. This Daoist will just transfer all my lifelong cultivation and memories to you right now."

As he spoke, Zu Moyan shot toward Lin Chan at full speed.

He'd originally planned to secretly possess him from the shadows, but with that marten and white dog by Lin Chan's side always on alert, he had no choice but to force the issue.

Zu Moyan might have been a good person in life, but after death, serving as the Four-Eyed Fierce Tiger's Grief Ghost for years, devouring other spirits in its belly, and often luring people into evil deeds, his nature had long since twisted.

Compared to other Grief Ghosts, Zu Moyan's spirit was far stronger, and he was even more unwilling to simply fade away. So he'd secretly tailed Lin Chan, aiming to seize his body.

Seeing Zu Moyan fly toward him, Lin Chan immediately circulated his blood energy and drew his blade to strike.

"Heh heh! This Daoist isn't so easy to bully."

As a spirit, his speed was extreme, and Zu Moyan easily dodged Lin Chan's slash.

Just as Zu Moyan was about to reach for Lin Chan, Little White pounced in front of him, clamped his jaws onto Zu Moyan's spirit form, and held him fast.

Zu Moyan hadn't expected an ordinary white dog to be able to bite him. Shocked, he tried to flee downward.

Little White refused to let go, dragging him back up from the floor by sheer force, while Little Li also lunged in to tear at him.

Little Li, already carrying Moonlight Essence within her, and now with the small boon from the Four-Eyed Tiger, easily managed to rip into Zu Moyan's spirit form as well.

Lin Chan, startled but unharmed, watched Zu Moyan screech in agony as Little White and Little Li tore at him. He made no move, simply enjoying the show.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, young sir! Spare my life!"

"Spare me! I can hand over my cultivation technique and take you to the Lingjing Sect to train."

"I am a disciple of True Person Qingxiao of the Lingjing Sect. I can beg my master to take you as an apprentice!"

"..."

Even as Zu Moyan's spirit form completely dissipated, Lin Chan remained unmoved.

This man had tried to harm him more than once—how could Lin Chan possibly believe his words?

The cultivation technique was indeed tempting, and the prospect of becoming an immortal's disciple was alluring.

But there were far too many ways to tamper with things.

A slight alteration to the technique could cost a life. Even if he made it to the Lingjing Sect without any trouble along the way, Zu Moyan could still collude with its members to twist the truth.

Risks were everywhere. Lin Chan wasn't about to fall for this man's tricks.

"Guess I owe the Four-Eyed Tiger one after all."

The fact that Little White could bite and hold Zu Moyan, a Grief Ghost, was clearly thanks to the boon the Four-Eyed Tiger had given him.

Patting Little Li and Little White, Lin Chan walked over to the bed.

Then, while his own body lay down to sleep, he used Little Li's body to leap onto the roof, Absorbing Moonlight Essence in cultivation while keeping watch over the surroundings.

For the next month or so, Lin Chan crossed mountains and ridges until he finally reached the Shu Mountains, stopping at a large city at their base.

"I'll rest well today, eat a big meal, and head into the mountains tomorrow."

Standing in front of a restaurant, Lin Chan thought to himself.

"Waiter! Bring wine!"

As soon as he stepped through the door, Lin Chan declared boldly.

This time out, he'd brought ten taels of gold and several dozen taels of silver, but most of it was already spent on food and lodging along the way.

Today, he planned to blow his last tael of gold. Once he entered the mountains, those shiny metals might lose their use.

With so much money, Lin Chan had spent the bulk on eating and drinking.

At first, he was the one eating the most.

After meeting Simu, Little Li and Little White got his help—whether it awakened their bloodlines or something else, they grew again, and their appetites swelled.

Little White, especially, was catching up to Lin Chan.

One man, one cat, one dog—they ate with abandon, downing several taels' worth of meat.

Eating, drinking, whoring, gambling—eating topped the list of four vices, showing just how formidable it was.

But it was all worth it. Little White hadn't eaten for nothing; he'd gone from over sixty jin to over a hundred jin now, even letting Lin Chan ride him for a spin.

The shop assistant, seeing such a huge dog, said nervously:

"Sir... your dog?"

"What? Does your place not allow dogs inside?"

Lin Chan looked at the assistant. He'd been to plenty of shops and never seen one that barred dogs—this wasn't his past life.

"No, it's just that your dog's so big, I'm a bit scared."

The assistant forced himself to say.

Lin Chan wasn't a born villain. He patted Little White's head, making him lie quietly under the table and not scare anyone.

Then, the assistant rattled off a list of dishes for Lin Chan to order, and Lin Chan picked most of the meat options.

"Sir! So many dishes—can you finish them all by yourself?"

The assistant worried that if Lin Chan ordered nearly ten jin of food and then couldn't pay, it'd be trouble.

"You doubt my wealth?"

Lin Chan set down his knife, pulled out the last bit of broken gold, and tossed it to the assistant.

"I'll tell the kitchen to hurry up with your order, sir!"

The assistant caught the gold and said immediately.

While waiting, Lin Chan picked up the map and studied it closely.

Truth be told, with his [Eidetic Memory] talent, he'd already memorized everything on the map. The map itself was optional—he could lose it and not care—but Lin Fangzheng had gotten it for him, so he kept it carefully.

With nothing else to do, he flipped through it.

Before long, the assistant brought some wine and cold dishes:

"Sir! Have a drink and some cold plates first. The rest will be up soon. Here's your change—keep it safe."

Lin Chan took the silver and waved the assistant off.

The wine was sweet yellow rice wine, which Lin Chan drank like sugary water. He even poured a bowl for Little White and Little Li.

Before all the dishes arrived, another group entered the restaurant. At the lead was a noble-looking young man, followed by a refined bookish attendant, with five sturdy guards flanking them.

Lin Chan glanced at them, noting that the five guards had steady, restrained auras—likely Xiantian experts.

The closer he got to the Shu Mountains, the more experts appeared. Lin Chan didn't stir up trouble, just waited for his food and minded his own business.

While waiting for his order, the noble young man chatted with his attendant and guards, scanning the room. He suddenly noticed Little White gnawing on a bone on the floor.

"I've never seen such a big dog! Let's go take a look!"

The young man said, rising and walking toward Lin Chan's table. His guards followed immediately.

"Young hero, you've got quite an appetite—eating all this by yourself."

The young man remarked, eyeing the empty plates on the table.

Someone like this was clearly built for martial arts—he could eat a lot and still have a great physique.

"Just a starving ghost reborn. Don't laugh at me."

Lin Chan said with a smile.

"Not at all! You're clearly a martial prodigy. By the way, young hero, that dog of yours looks extraordinary. Where did you get it? I'd like to raise one myself."

After a few pleasantries, the young man revealed his true intent.

"Just a common mutt from home."

"Would you be willing to part with it?"

The young man asked.