Terrifying Aberrant Immortal

Creak, creak.

As Madam Yin dragged him along, Grandmaster Taiyi's corpse became even more mangled.

Yang He's yang fire grew weak, threatening to extinguish at any moment. He continuously threw Great Replenishing Pills into his mouth to boost his yang energy, blood flowing from his features.

He didn't care about side effects; he just wanted to live as long as possible.

"Aaaaahhh."

Stimulated by the yin qi, the many corpses hanging from the tree branches underwent ghostification, their mouths opening wide, jaws stretching to an extreme degree.

Yang He scanned his surroundings. The once dense mountain forest was now covered in black hair.

Bang, bang, bang.

Madam Yin walked towards Yang He, her malice so potent it felt tangible. She casually tossed Grandmaster Taiyi's corpse into the dense black hair, devouring it completely.

"Master..."

Yang He tentatively spoke, but the corpse offered no response.

"Grandmaster Taiyi was a disciple of the Venerable Lord of Primordial Beginning, wasn't he? How could he be so pathetic? Is he really some shoddy imitation?"

Yang He retreated repeatedly, his Spiritual Vision already warning him of the danger.

[Spiritual Vision: 8.3 points]

His ghost eyes made sounds of being overloaded. After all, they were just ordinary weak ghosts. Facing Madam Yin, who was at least a Fierce Ghost, his ghost eyes would be scattered to the winds upon first contact.

The Black Cat wasn't even considered a weak ghost; its limbs were already stiffening.

"If I die, I die. At least I won't have come here in vain if I get the Ghost Nurturing Method."

Yang He recalled his pupil ghost, lest it be destroyed by Madam Yin's yin qi. He watched the towering woman who had already reached within a hundred meters of him.

"Something's not right. Why does it feel like Madam Yin's malice isn't directed at me?"

Although Yang He felt suffocated, it was primarily due to the invasion of yin qi.

Logically, with Madam Yin's cultivation, he wouldn't have had a chance to breathe. He probably would have died the moment he saw her.

Wait.

Is it possible that I'm just caught in the crossfire, and Madam Yin's target is someone else?

Yang He belatedly turned his head and looked at the old postman.

The old postman stood half a meter away, his eyes wide open and unblinking. Seeing Yang He looking at him, he let out a strange, eerie laugh.

"Hehehehe."

Goosebumps erupted all over Yang He. The old postman's laughter sounded remarkably like Grandmaster Taiyi's.

"Mas... Master, you're not dead after all."

The old postman's mouth stretched to his ears. His gaze was fixed intently on Madam Yin. Then, a faint yin qi emanated from him, and a mole grew on the corner of his mouth.

Yang He sensed that a ghost was being born within the old postman!

"Old Daoist, give me back my child!!!"

Madam Yin spread her arms, and her black hair surged like ocean waves, spreading towards the sky and engulfing it in an instant.

"Disciple, I didn't expect you to still recognize your master."

The old postman's voice completely transformed into Grandmaster Taiyi's.

He remained motionless, only the extra sixth finger on his right hand trembling slightly. Veins bulged along the blood vessels, gradually spreading throughout his entire body.

Compared to his other five fingers, the sixth finger was emaciated, its nail as black as ink.

Crack.

The sixth finger detached from his palm and began to move within the old postman's flesh.

Yang He's scalp tingled as he watched the sixth finger reach the old postman's chest. Then, there was a series of sounds of bone growth.

"Hehehehe."

In just a few breaths, the sixth finger grew into a new arm.

Still emaciated, still covered in corpse spots.

The old postman had become... an anomaly!

"You've seen a joke, disciple. I was in too much of a hurry leaving Qianyuan Mountain and only brought one arm. Next time, I'll bring all three heads and six arms."

The old postman twisted his neck exaggeratedly, his facial features transforming into Grandmaster Taiyi's.

Yang He's eyes widened.

"Possession?"

"This... this is the great divine ability of an anomaly of the Ghostly Path of Power achieving immortality?!"

"Grandmaster Taiyi can easily possess others using his limbs!!!"

According to Grandmaster Taiyi's words, he could only unleash his full power with his three heads and six arms. No wonder he didn't exert much pressure on the pupil ghost.

Yang He felt Grandmaster Taiyi was more like a ghost than Madam Yin.

"Disciple, continue on your way. She won't harm you. Madam Yin doesn't kill children."

"You go to Cailian Town and wait for your master to arrive."

Grandmaster Taiyi flicked his sleeve, and instantly a thick fog surged forward.

Yang He couldn't clearly see Grandmaster Taiyi's movements, only feeling the yin qi growing denser, the air currents carrying the thick fog to sweep across the entire mountain range.

[Spiritual Vision: 8.9 points]

He gritted his teeth, using his Spiritual Vision to vaguely determine the direction.

Then Yang He plunged headfirst into the boundless black hair, his ghost eyes wide open, desperately protecting his already faint yang fire.

Fortunately, Madam Yin indeed had no ill intentions; instead, she used her black hair to send him towards the outside.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Yang He's yang energy was reduced to a mere flicker. His body, having endured the yin qi for so long without dying, was subtly undergoing an unknown change, for better or worse.

As the second yin meridian developed by a third, his vision finally cleared.

"Hoo..."

Yang He scrambled out of the black hair. In the distance, a straight official road ascended the mountain. If nothing unexpected happened, crossing the mountain peak would lead to Cailian Town.

"I thought forty Great Replenishing Pills were excessive before, but now it seems they're completely insufficient."

Yang He swallowed the remaining Great Replenishing Pills in one gulp. His yang fire was reignited, and his body temperature returned to normal.

He hurried away from the mountain forest, stumbling back onto the official road.

Meow~~

Yang He noticed the Black Cat had woken up. He reached out to stroke its head, but as soon as he touched it, his expression turned extremely grim.

"Damn it!"

At the end of his right palm, a small sixth finger had somehow grown!

[Potential Ghost (Weak Ghost)]

[A newly born Potential Ghost, usually disguising itself as a finger to parasitize living beings.]

After calming down, Yang He immediately considered the pros and cons. He suddenly felt that becoming Grandmaster Taiyi's vessel for possession wasn't a bad thing.

Grandmaster Taiyi's actions were likely a precautionary measure.

The value of the Daoist boy remained as Nezha's backup physical body.

The sixth finger, however, presented Yang He with an opportunity – the chance to covet the Three-Headed, Six-Armed Dharma Body!

Yang He's ghost eyes' Ghost Nurturing Method had only reached the Hungry Ghost stage. Further cultivation was a mystery. Potential Ghosts, on the other hand, could be said to directly lead to achieving immortality and enlightenment.

"However, accommodating a second ghost is also troublesome. Asking Grandmaster Taiyi probably won't yield an answer; the master-disciple bond is truly weak."

As he pondered, Cailian Town had unknowingly appeared at the end of the official road.

A continuous drizzle descended upon the mountains.

Yang He gazed at Cailian Town from afar. After a long absence, it was no longer dominated by living people. In his Spiritual Vision, the town was utterly shrouded in yin qi.

His nose began to bleed uncontrollably, and his head felt dizzy.

The Daoist boy's physique grew increasingly frail. Without the Great Replenishing Pills, even if the yin qi didn't encroach upon him, his yang fire was continuously dimming.

"I have no choice. Even if I stayed in the wilderness, the Daoist boy wouldn't survive the night."

Yang He quickened his pace, trying to reach the yamen before nightfall.

Unfortunately, the sky was overcast. As soon as he stepped into the vicinity of Cailian Town, visibility dropped to zero.

Tap.

Yang He's eyelids twitched violently. The Daoist boy's yang fire was on the verge of extinguishing.

"For ghosts, a person whose yang fire has extinguished is no longer human but a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, the most delicious food."

Yang He sighed, stroking his chin. He could either hope Grandmaster Taiyi would save him.

Or just... get his own back?

"Hmm, it seems getting my own back and clinging to a strong back aren't mutually exclusive?"