First Cut: Severing Obsession, Second Cut: Severing Grievances, Third Cut: Annihilation!

"You... don't come any closer!" the female ghost shrieked fiercely despite her inner fear. The resentment around her surged again, attempting to condense into sharp claws that lunged at Qin Feng.

Yet Qin Feng merely spun the Scissors of Truth lightly around his fingertips. The seemingly slow motion trailed a dazzling streak of silver light.

Wherever that silver light passed, the resentment claws that had just formed vanished instantly with a sizzling hiss, like snow touched by a thousand-degree branding iron.

"See? When reason doesn't work, you resort to violence."

Qin Feng shook his head, a trace of pity on his face, though his words were venomous as blades.

"A thousand years ago, you used suicide—the cowardliest possible method—to punish someone who never loved you, while dragging down the parents who did.

A thousand years later, you're still the same. The moment you can't win an argument, you flip the table. You haven't improved at all."

"What do you know!"

The female ghost's sore spot had been struck with brutal precision, and her voice grew ever shriller.

"I gave him everything! I waited for him for a thousand years!"

"So what?"

Qin Feng stopped three meters before her, the mockery in his eyes vanishing. "Did he acknowledge your sacrifice?

Did he ever respond to your waiting?

No. He did neither.

You weren't loving him. You were only moving yourself.

Your so-called devotion was nothing more than a one-woman show you wrote and performed yourself, with yourself as the only audience."

He paused, and his tone grew even colder.

"To put it bluntly, you aren't devoted—you just can't accept losing.

You spent a thousand years chewing over that ridiculous unrequited love of yours, mistaking self-pity for love as deep as the sea.

You don't hate him. You hate that pathetic, foolish, hopeless version of yourself!

For a thousand years, you've been nothing but a colossal joke!"

"No... that's not... that's not true!"

The female ghost completely broke down.

Every word Qin Feng spoke was like an invisible pair of scissors, precisely cutting apart the false shell she had woven from a thousand years of resentment, exposing the fragile truth beneath.

The devotion she had taken such pride in, the hatred she had relied on to exist, became so laughable and so cheap under his words.

"Ah—!"

With a roar that sounded inhuman, the female ghost abandoned all pretense.

Her breathtakingly beautiful face began to twist and melt. Her body rapidly expanded amid endless resentment, turning into a black storm over three meters tall!

Countless faces howling in agony flickered in and out within the storm, their miserable cries enough to drive even the strongest-willed person instantly insane.

The entire villa shook violently. The crystal chandelier crashed down from the ceiling and shattered into pieces!

The valuable rosewood furniture was sucked into the storm and ground into dust in an instant!

"We're done for! Save me, Patriarch! The female ghost has gone berserk!"

Qing Xuzi, sprawled on the ground, scrambled behind the sofa, daring to reveal only a pair of terrified eyes as he stared fixedly at the scene.

He howled inwardly, How the hell is this something a Daoist like me can handle?

Lin Guodong and Lin Haoran were even more frightened out of their wits. Clutching each other tightly, father and son huddled in the corner, trembling uncontrollably.

Yet Qin Feng's expression did not change in the slightest before this apocalyptic sight.

He activated his Spiritual Sense.

In an instant, the real world faded into monotonous gray and white.

Only the storm of resentment before him glowed a thick, wicked crimson.

Countless energy threads representing hatred, obsession, and unwillingness danced wildly within it. No matter how chaotic they were, all of them eventually converged upon a single point—the blood-red jade bracelet on Madam Lin's wrist.

That was her core, the source of all her power.

"Now that's more like it. Wouldn't it have been better if you'd shown your real strength sooner?"

Qin Feng murmured, and his figure vanished from where he stood.

The black storm swept toward him with overwhelming force, gouging the floor clean and stripping the walls in sheets.

Yet that violent power could not even touch the corner of Qin Feng's clothes.

Like a ghost moving through the storm, he sidestepped each time just enough to evade resentment spikes condensed from human faces, moving so fast that he left behind only a string of blurry afterimages.

"You're courting death!" Seeing him approach on his own, the resentful spirit let out a roar of wild delight, gathering all her power in an attempt to swallow him whole.

Yet what greeted her was not the sight of him being torn apart by resentment.

"First Cut: Severing Obsession."

Qin Feng's figure appeared ghostlike at one side of the storm, and the Scissors of Truth erupted with blinding silver light.

He did not attack the vengeful spirit's illusory body. Instead, he precisely snipped at the thickest, most twisted strand of energy!

"Snip!"

A crisp sound seemed to ring out from the level of the soul. It was not a physical sound, but the mournful cry of the Law of Causality being severed!

The vengeful spirit's movements suddenly froze. She felt the most important part of herself being forcibly torn away.

"Second cut: sever your resentment."

Qin Feng had already appeared behind her. Another snip! The [Law Breaking] trait was pushed to its limit!

"Snip!"

Another thread of resentful energy, representing "betrayal," snapped at once.

The vengeful spirit's enormous body began to tremble violently, black resentment energy spilling out wildly beyond her control.

The madness and brutality in her eyes rapidly faded, replaced by blank confusion.

"Who... am I... Where am I... Why... do I hate?"

"Third cut: sever your final thread of attachment to this mortal world."

Qin Feng's voice was like a final judgment. He appeared directly above the storm, gripping the scissors in both hands as he plunged them down without hesitation.

This time, he severed the most vital connection between the vengeful spirit and that Blood Jade Bracelet!

"NO—!"

The vengeful spirit let out a shrill, mournful cry, but she no longer had the strength to stop him.

As the final cut fell, her body, formed from resentment energy, burst apart like a punctured balloon!

Amid the black mist filling the sky, a woman in white Song Dynasty robes fell out.

The bloody tears on her face had vanished, replaced by two streams of clear tears.

She stared blankly at her own hands, then at the expressionless Qin Feng. Her gaze was complicated—relief, gratitude, and a trace of acceptance.

"So... this... is what it means... to let go..."

Her figure turned into specks of fluorescent light and completely dissipated into the air.

[Clearing Complete: D-Class Obsessive Vengeful Spirit—Obsessed Woman]

[Battle Evaluation: S (Perfect clearing! Defeated its core rules at minimal cost and severed the root of its millennium-long obsession on a conceptual level. An exceptionally groundbreaking method!)]

[Reward Obtained: 500 Cleansing Points]

Drip.

The villa's lights came back on, and the bone-chilling cold receded like a tide.

The living room was a complete mess, as though it had been ransacked by a tornado.

Lin Guodong, Lin Haoran, and Qing Xuzi, who had poked his head out from behind the sofa—three people with three utterly stunned faces—could only stare stupidly at the young man standing in the center of the living room like some god or demon.

Qin Feng casually turned the Scissors of Truth back into a tattoo, then bent down and picked up the jade bracelet from the floor. It had regained its original warm luster, though a faint, gorgeous red glow still shimmered within it.

He weighed the bracelet in his hand, whistled, then turned toward the three petrified spectators with a friendly smile.

"Done. Time to wrap up."

He pointed at the wrecked living room. "I'm not paying the cleanup fee. After all, it was your family's ghost that trashed the place."

Then his gaze landed on Qing Xuzi. Wrinkling his nose slightly, he said disdainfully, "Also, this... Heir of Maoshan? Oh, no, Heir of the Latrine. Please deal with that puddle beneath you."

Qing Xuzi instinctively looked down, only to discover that the expensive Persian carpet beneath him had somehow become soaked over a large area. A strong stench of urine was quietly spreading through the room.

His old face flushed bright red in an instant, as red as a monkey's ass.

It was over.

Not only had his identity as a fraud been exposed, but even his last shred of dignity had been publicly shredded by this demon.

Right now, all he wanted was to find a crack in the ground, crawl inside, and never come out again.