Only in the Lore World could Yang He barely maintain his composure.
"Disciple."
Grandmaster Taiyi turned back with a beaming smile. "We must reach Cailian Town before nightfall, or bloodshed will occur."
"This disciple understands."
Yang He quickened his pace while the black cat perched on his shoulder, keeping watch.
No matter what, now that he had obtained the Ghost Eye's Ghost Nurturing Method, it did not matter if there were mountains of blades and seas of fire ahead. At worst, he would die.
I, Yang He, might have to grovel and submit in the Main World, but this was the Lore World!
Yang He took out a Great Replenishing Pill and swallowed it. Perhaps because peanuts had been added, though the herbs were bitter, it left a sweet aftertaste.
Warmth arose in his stomach, briefly stimulating his vigorous yang energy.
"Not bad."
Yang He nodded in satisfaction. He could ignore the faint stabbing pain in his organs for now, then connected with the Ghost Eye and drew in the surrounding yin qi.
In terms of yin qi density, the Lore World, lacking the barrier between humans and ghosts, far surpassed the Main World.
As Yang He breathed in and out yin qi, coldness flooded into his body. The faint yin qi continuously circulated around his mouth and nose, making him look somewhat like a Qi Cultivator.
"Meow..."
The black cat stretched lazily in comfort, also enjoying the nourishment of the yin qi.
Yang He could feel blood vessels wriggling at the end of the Ghost Eye, indicating that new Yin Meridians were forming, though the progress was extraordinarily slow.
The two traveled one after the other along the official road.
Before long, mist abruptly rose in the mountains.
After traveling another two or three li, the mist had become visible to the naked eye. The amount of yin qi was also increasing, accompanied by howling mountain winds.
The black cat leaned close to Yang He's ear and whimpered.
Yang He stiffened. "Master, are we about to reach Cailian Town?"
Grandmaster Taiyi did not reply. His movements were somewhat stiff as he vanished into the mist, his limbs and joints unnaturally straight, as though he had been possessed.
"Master!"
Yang He hastened forward, yet could only watch as Grandmaster Taiyi disappeared.
As if swallowed by the clouds and mist.
"Damn it! Grandmaster Taiyi, you're supposed to be an immortal or deity. How could you be this useless?"
Yang He cursed under his breath and opened the Ghost Eye. Perhaps because it had developed Yin Meridians, an additional vivid bloodshot vein had appeared in its sclera.
The traces of circulating yin qi were clearly visible, and the surroundings seemed to ripple like water.
Yang He noticed that activating the Ghost Eye allowed him to interfere with the yin qi outside to a certain extent. Against living people, it could affect their Yang Fire.
Spiritual Vision: 7.1 points
His Spiritual Vision had increased for no apparent reason. He understood that the mist had come from a ghost!
Yang He's Ghost Eye cultivation was insufficient. The only thing he could do was continue down the road while leaving marks on the trees beside it.
After more than half an hour, the young Daoist's body began to struggle under the surrounding yin qi.
Yang He repeatedly took Great Replenishing Pills, forcibly bolstering his yang energy with their medicinal power. Otherwise, if his Yang Fire went out, death would be his only path.
"Logically, with Spiritual Vision enhancing the Ghost Eye, even an Evil Ghost might not be able to trap me..."
"Hm?"
Yang He slowed down. A swaying figure had suddenly appeared in the distance. Only by widening the Ghost Eye to its limit could he make out its outline.
To his shock, it was a horse's corpse.
The horse's corpse hung in midair. It was not suspended by a rope, but tightly wrapped around a tree branch by long black hair.
Yang He felt an indescribable terror, and his breathing involuntarily quickened.
Spiritual Vision: 7.4 points
"It isn't Nezha's Chaos Tunic. Could there be a third great ghost in the Ghost Lotus legend besides Nezha and the Three Mountains Goddess...?"
The black cat bared its fangs and kept hissing at the horse's corpse.
Yang He noticed all sorts of letters scattered near the horse. He suddenly recalled the optional role of postman, lowered his head, and picked up a letter to inspect it.
The senders' addresses were strange and varied, leaving him unable to find any clues for the time being.
Spiritual Vision: 7.7 points
Yang He moved away from the trees. Whatever was causing his Spiritual Vision to rise was getting closer and closer.
"Even if I die, I have to find out where this ghost came from."
Yang He chose to press deeper down the official road. He knew that even if he deliberately avoided it, he would not survive for long. He might as well court death; at least his Spiritual Vision could increase.
Before long, the horrifying sight ahead grew increasingly clear.
Large numbers of corpses hung from tree branches, long black hair cutting deep into the flesh of their necks.
Yang He could tell that the corpses all belonged to merchant caravans passing along the official road. Their faces were twisted in agony; they must have suffered immense pain before dying.
"Cough, cough, cough."
A faint cough came from nearby. One person still had breath left in him, his limbs struggling repeatedly.
"Save... save me..."
Yang He raised his brows and discovered that he was an old postman in his early fifties.
The Ghost Eye opened and closed. The old postman only felt a bone-chilling yin wind blow directly at him. His body temperature instantly plunged as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his limbs trembled uncontrollably.
The Ghost Eye extinguished his three Yang Fires.
As the old postman lost years of his lifespan, he became no different from the corpses. He barely broke free of his restraints, fell miserably to the ground, and began coughing violently.
The Ghost Eye closed, and the old postman's three Yang Fires reignited.
Yang He heard that the old postman had been thoroughly frightened out of his wits. He muttered madly, "There's a ghost in the letter! There's a ghost in the letter! Ahhh!!"
"I didn't open it myself! There was a clump of black hair in that letter!!!"
"The black hair was growing. It grew a woman's face. It wasn't my fault! You were hanged to death by a ghost, it wasn't my fault! I-I..."
Goosebumps rose all over Yang He's body.
The old postman clutched his head and stared in terror toward the end of the official road.
"She's here! She's come to kill me! I shouldn't have opened that letter!!"
Yang He treated the situation as if facing a great enemy. He moved the Ghost Eye to the back of his head to ensure he had no blind spots, then grabbed the old postman by the collar.
"Tell me. Who sent the letter, and who was it sent to?"
"I've never seen her. Don't kill me, please, don't kill me!"
The old postman muttered an irrelevant answer, blood trickling from his facial features.
Yang He shoved the old postman aside. The black cat on his shoulder had already curled into a ball, and the dense fog stretched endlessly around them. There was nowhere for him to escape.
"Have you seen a skinny Daoist?"
He had not expected the old postman to answer, but the latter said tremblingly, "Dead. I saw that Daoist get killed with my own eyes..."
Yang He looked stunned. Grandmaster Taiyi had died inexplicably in the wilderness? Impossible. How was Mythical Dao of Ghosts supposed to continue, then?
"Madam Yin! Madam Yin is here!"
The old postman pointed deep into the mountains. Yang He noticed that he had six fingers.
Yang He pondered the somewhat familiar name. He realized that Nezha's mother seemed to have the surname Yin, but how had Madam Yin become a ghost?
"If I'd known, I would've brought a knife. If danger came, I could've just stabbed myself."
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Footsteps drew nearer, mixed with the sound of something heavy being dragged.
Spiritual Vision: 8.5 points
The increase in Spiritual Vision rivaled facing Nezha directly. It was hard to imagine what exactly Madam Yin was. Was Chentang Pass a Mass Grave?
A few breaths later.
A woman more than three meters tall appeared and vanished within the thick fog. Blood flowed endlessly from her limbs, where traces of iron chains piercing through them could be seen.
Yang He stood frozen in place in disbelief as the woman dragged a corpse.
The corpse was Grandmaster Taiyi.
His organs had been hollowed out. He was dead beyond any doubt.
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