The moon rose. Today was the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, and it was still full and round, cold and bright, carrying the poetic beauty of "moonlight like water, water bright as day." Jiang Hao's little courtyard was illuminated as well.
Having understood Zhu Guang's situation, Jiang Hao considered how to deal with him. He glanced at Zhu Guang. There was little use in keeping this blue-faced, fanged fellow around.
He certainly could not let him go. If enough time passed and he became a Ghost King, he might become a great menace. That would be Jiang Hao's sin.
Did delivering a fierce ghost count as Eliminate Heaven and Earth Killing Intent?
Yet he still felt that things were not so simple.
Zhu Guang felt uneasy under Jiang Hao's gaze. Though crude, he was not stupid. After a moment's thought, he dropped to his knees before Jiang Hao with a thump.
"Master, please spare my life. After I killed that pair of wretches, I truly never did anything that harmed heaven or violated reason. Even when I craved food, I only hunted wild game."
After a brief pause, Jiang Hao looked at Zhu Guang and said, "You may live, but from this day on, you must obey my command and never disobey. Are you willing?"
The moment Zhu Guang heard that he could live, he hurriedly kowtowed.
"This lowly one is willing. From now on, I'll follow Master and serve you."
Maoshan ghost-raising arts, ghost-controlling arts, and ghost-exorcising arts were among the sect's finest methods, far superior to those of other sects. This Zhu Guang was the first true fierce ghost Jiang Hao had encountered. He was quite memorable.
It was not easy for him to have lived more than two hundred years and formed a corporeal body.