Magic Power

Tu Shan Jun's expression was solemn.

He wasn't sure how strong the ghosts within the painting were.

The main issue was that the Venerable Soul Banner's master was in a very bad state right now.

At a glance, after the painting fully unfurled, the five individuals had already fallen to the ground, sprawled and askew.

Even Li Qing Feng, who was at the Qi Condensation First Layer, was no exception.

It was useless for Tu Shan Jun to try and warn Li Qing Feng.

The Venerable Soul Banner could only tremble slightly.

Without Magic Power support, there was simply no way to attack; he could only watch helplessly.

A light pink mist emanated from the painting.

As the five people fainted on the ground, the figures within the painting began to move their bodies.

First, their eyes.

They rolled around, looking incredibly lifelike.

Then, their heads controlled their bodies, slowly stretching their limbs along with them.

As if dissatisfied with being trapped in the painting, the figures within reached out.

A pale arm abruptly lifted, extending from the painting. Its scarlet fingernails looked as if they could drip blood.

White legs swayed.

The toes probed around, finally landing on the floor of the private room.

The scarlet toenails contrasted with the white feet, appearing quite alluring.

Before long, the female ghost from the painting had walked out.

Tu Shan Jun had been trying to wake Li Qing Feng, but Li Qing Feng was sleeping like a log, completely unresponsive.

It didn't matter if he couldn't wake up; as long as a trace of Magic Power flowed into the Venerable Soul Banner, he could act.

At the very least, if Li Qing Feng circulated his Magic Power, he would likely wake up from the ghost painting's mist.

However, it seemed Li Qing Feng hadn't realized he should be circulating his Magic Power to resist the ghost's trickery.

Tu Shan Jun could only fret anxiously.

It was useless.

The coolness of the Venerable Soul Banner couldn't wake Li Qing Feng.

"My newly acquired banner master, I haven't even warmed up to him yet, and he's about to be harmed by a ghost?" Tu Shan Jun furrowed his brow, anxiety clouding his features.

When the banner master was sensing Qi, he could still throw some punches.

Although he wasn't confident, he was calm enough.

But now it was different; it was a moment that threatened the life of the new banner master.

The naked woman surveyed her surroundings, finally focusing on the five people lying scattered on the ground.

Her beautiful face instantly split open with three gashes, forming a triangle. The skin and flesh peeled back, unzipping with a zipping sound.

This continued until she had completely shed the layer of beautiful female skin she wore.

Tu Shan Jun mused, "Painted Skin? Doesn't look like it."

While she resembled a Painted Skin, her insides weren't the round-eyed, sharp-toothed green-skinned ghoul.

Instead, she was covered in short, fine fur.

With a ghostly face and a human body, dragging a thick black tail, she resembled a hunched old monkey.

"Not like a Mountain Imp spirit, but rather a Mountain Imp ghost," Tu Shan Jun recognized the creature's appearance. It was indeed a Mountain Imp, but this one must be a dead Mountain Imp.

After death, it transformed into a ghost, attaching itself to this painting.

The layer of human skin on the painting was likely the disguise it created.

The Imp Ghost stretched its body, its eyes gleaming as it stared at Li Qing Feng lying on the ground, as if it had found a delicious meal.

The remaining four people didn't even catch its eye.

But it was also somewhat fearful, not daring to approach, cautiously moving its body.

A fierce aura appeared on Tu Shan Jun's ghostly face. This creature actually coveted the fruit he was cultivating. If it weren't for the lack of Magic Power support, he would have jumped out and torn this Imp Ghost apart.

Li Qing Feng had already reached the Qi Condensation First Layer. His body had been cleansed by Qi, removing turbidity and retaining spiritual light.

It was quite normal for this thing to covet Li Qing Feng's blood and vital energy.

After all, if it devoured Li Qing Feng, who was at the Qi Condensation First Layer, this Imp Ghost could advance further, which was much faster than devouring the Yang energy of mortals.

In the Imp Ghost's eyes, Li Qing Feng was the most delicious and nourishing tonic.

As for its fear.

That was its fear of Li Qing Feng's identity as a Qi Cultivator.

The qi stored in the dantian is Magic Power, and ghosts and monsters are naturally afraid of this righteous and imposing energy.

Tu Shan Jun watched as the Imp Ghost shuffled closer step by step.

Its long ghost hand revealed sharp fingernails, as sharp as blades.

The ghost claws were getting closer and closer to Li Qing Feng's neck.

Because the ghost claws were too sharp, Li Qing Feng's body had already reacted, and the fine hairs on his neck stood on end.

Tu Shan Jun, inside the Venerable Soul Banner, commanded the forty-five Yin Soul Ghost Creatures within the banner.

"It's all or nothing now."

"Stir things up for me."

Forty-five Yin Soul Ghost Creatures stirred together. The ghost creature that Zhao Shi Xian had transformed into was Qi Condensation Third Layer, and there was another unknown ghost creature at Qi Condensation First Layer. Counting Tu Shan Jun himself, the main soul at Qi Condensation Fourth Layer.

A total of forty-six ghost creatures stirred together inside the soul banner.

They all gave it their all.

The soul banner vibrated, slid out from Li Qing Feng's chest, and touched Li Qing Feng's neck.

A chill went up his spine.

Li Qing Feng, who was in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes.

"What is this, so cold?"

As he flipped over, he immediately saw the Imp Ghost extending its ghost claws, trying to grab him.

"Monster!"

While his eyes widened, he tightly gripped the Venerable Soul Banner.

The refreshing coolness eased the tension in his heart, making him feel much calmer.

The Imp Ghost had already revealed itself, and seeing Li Qing Feng wake up from the Dream Entry mist it had created, it was also startled. However, the arrow was already on the string and had to be fired.

After devouring Li Qing Feng's body, which contained spiritual light, it would just leave.

Seeing that Li Qing Feng had not yet used his Magic Power, it would not miss this opportunity. Its ghost hand grabbed Li Qing Feng's neck.

It opened its large mouth, revealing a mouthful of jagged teeth like a saw, and bit towards Li Qing Feng's neck.

Li Qing Feng was just a scholar, where had he seen such a scene? He was so scared that he closed his eyes.

Tu Shan Jun, who was accumulating power within the Venerable Soul Banner, finally condensed his thousands of words into a single vulgar curse.

"Fuck!"

At such a critical moment, was this the time to close his eyes and wait for death?

Fortunately, although Li Qing Feng closed his eyes, he also held the Venerable Soul Banner horizontally above his head, which unexpectedly blocked the Imp Ghost's bite by chance.

How could Li Qing Feng not know the power of a divine artifact?

It could actually withstand a bite from a monster.

Coupled with the fact that his body had undergone the baptism of Magic Power after Qi Condensation, the turbid energy had receded. Even in the martial arts world, he would be considered a master above the Innate realm.

Although he didn't understand anything, he could still withstand a few blows just by resisting.

His face turned red, even purple.

Li Qing Feng decided to take a gamble.

"Divine artifact, save me!"

Magic Power surged into the Venerable Soul Banner.

As soon as the Venerable Soul Banner absorbed all of Li Qing Feng's Qi Condensation First Layer Magic Power, not a single bit was left.

Li Qing Feng thought to himself, This is bad. He was only thinking about letting the divine artifact save his life, but he didn't know if his Qi Condensation First Layer Magic Power was enough to control the soul banner.

It was swept clean like a water pump.

A weak paleness appeared on Li Qing Feng's purplish face.

The Imp Ghost was about to move again.

The Venerable Soul Banner in Li Qing Feng's hand suddenly opened wide, instantly restoring to its original size of about ten feet.

A thick green arm stretched out from the banner surface.

It grabbed the Imp Ghost's head.

That large ghost hand pinching the Imp Ghost's head looked like it was holding a round apple.

Li Qing Feng tightly held the Venerable Soul Banner. Because his Magic Power was exhausted, his body was weak and he retreated two steps, which allowed him to see more clearly.

Amidst his shock, he was already speechless.

He couldn't speak at all.

A muscular evil ghost jumped out of the Venerable Soul Banner and pressed down on the monster.

With a green face and fangs, and wild red hair, a fierce aura rushed towards him.

The malevolent ghost had its back to him, its broad shoulders highlighting its bulging muscles.

It tilted its head slightly.

Its crimson ghost eyes glanced at him.

Then, with a kick, it sent the human skin back into the painting scroll before grabbing the Mountain Imp spirit and returning to the Venerable Soul Banner.

The Venerable Soul Banner seemed to have exhausted its Magic Power, shrinking from ten feet back to a foot long.

Li Qing Feng was so startled that he dropped the Venerable Soul Banner onto the ground.

He slumped to the ground, his head spinning for a long time.

Tu Shan Jun sighed. This scholar's mental fortitude still needed improvement.

This was just a newly ranked Imp Ghost. Even without the Venerable Soul Banner, he could have won by simply using Magic Power to fight it.

Having captured this Imp Ghost, the Venerable Soul Banner became even more profound.

Moreover, after capturing the Imp Ghost, Tu Shan Jun used Soul Inquiry and obtained a skill seed: 'Dream Entry'.