"I understand. Thank you, Master." My master had always treated me well. He had broken through the boundary and ascended on his own. Though Yin-Yang practitioners did not find that difficult, he could no longer be considered one of them. He had become a ghost.
When it came to Yin-Yang Dao spells, he could no longer borrow power and could only convert it, so all the energy he consumed had to be replenished himself. That was worlds apart from humans borrowing power through talisman paper.
Unless their cultivation could no longer break through and their lifespans were nearing their ends, ordinary people would never choose to liberate themselves by violence and become ghosts. After all, cultivating as a ghost came with many inconveniences. My master was somewhat different, though. His cultivation should not have been much weaker than Grandma's. Perhaps he had some other knack for conversion.
In any case, I was not going to join in the fun and ask. I was used to being human and did not want to die. If I died, my wife and sister would have no Soul Urn.
My master moved very quickly. He wore pure white from head to toe, with white hair and a white beard. His crane-white hair and youthful face, along with his clear gaze, seemed utterly free of impurities. Only a great master who had attained the Dao could reach such a state. He was so handsome it was almost unfair. He could not compare with Senior Brother, though. Senior Brother had a round face and a ducklike voice, but he was much more fun. Master was simply too stern. I was still a little afraid of him.
All along the way, Quan Chanyu and Grandma discussed something, probably methods of cultivation and controlling the demonic heart. That