Tranquility

After sending Han Shanshan to the police station, we returned directly to Longyuan Residential Area.

Yu Xiao Xue got her Big White Rabbit candy and, knowing I had things to do, contentedly hugged it and went to watch TV. Zhao Qian hadn't been able to bathe for days and often broke out in cold sweats, so she quickly grabbed a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom to wash up.

I carried the Mountain Ghost's soul urn out of the car, turned on the electric stove in the yard, took out three well-formed soul urns, and returned to the study.

The three soul urns were all a dark reddish color. After Yu Xiao Xue shaped them, they had an exquisite teapot-like form. The carvings Zhao Qian etched had also become very refined after being fired, possessing a captivating charm, delicate and extraordinary.

I took out the soul urn Xijun had used since before and compared them. Now, these three soul urns were nowhere near as exquisite as the old one. I guessed Grandma hadn't intended to use them to raise particularly powerful fierce ghosts back then.

However, when I took out Grandma's box and looked at the soul urns inside, I started to feel a sense of loss. What a shame, such powerful soul urns, such powerful ghost entities! They were clearly the work of a master!

I wondered if I would ever be as strong as Grandma.

"Come on out, everyone. Choose a dwelling you like." I pointed at the three soul urns. Although the shapes were similar, I had made subtle distinctions to differentiate them, just in case I couldn't choose effectively at a crucial moment.

Xijun and the Mountain Ghost both emerged from their soul urns simultaneously. Xijun was the earliest contributor who had saved my life multiple times. Seeing the newcomer, the Mountain Ghost, she immediately pouted, her black eyes glaring at the Mountain Ghost, who was half a head taller than her.

The Mountain Ghost felt she was much more powerful than Xijun. Among ghost entities, rank was the ultimate rule. Of course, she couldn't let a little ghost girl look down on her, so she appeared completely unfazed.

She was quite attractive, wearing a light-colored, long Ming Dynasty scholar's robe and skirt. It was elegant and dignified. She must have been a young lady from a prominent family in life. Her skin was as pale as Xijun's, but her pupils were black with a ring of crimson around them.

Looking at the situation, she was indeed more powerful than Xijun.

Xijun chose the one with plum blossom carvings on the lid. The Mountain Ghost wasn't in a hurry and picked from the remaining green bamboo and peach blossom designs. She calmly chose the peach blossom-shaped soul urn and then knelt to the side, awaiting my command.

"Since you're new here, introduce yourself," I said. I felt a bit pressured by this Ming Dynasty lady, but as her current master, I couldn't be too polite.

The lady saw the cup of tea I had prepared and elegantly dipped a finger into it, writing "Song Wanyi" on the floor. She was incredibly graceful, her calligraphy even better than many people's today.

"Wanyi, that's a good name," I nodded. Xijun, seeing me praise Wanyi, immediately became unhappy. She ran over, hugged my neck, and nuzzled her cheek against mine affectionately.

I gave a helpless wry smile. Children only express affection like this. I then said to Wanyi, "We haven't established a contract yet. Let's set one up first. I will try my best to fulfill your requests from now on, but in return, if I am in danger, you must help me overcome any difficulties, no matter what."

Song Wanyi immediately nodded. Her every move exuded a composure that couldn't be faked by ordinary people from humble families. However, if one had seen her directing ghost beasts in the back mountains, they wouldn't think that way.

Of course, Wanyi's wealthy background was undeniable; such grace was hard to fake.

Ordinary ghost-driving techniques usually involved manipulating fierce ghosts without sentience, like those of easily controlled children or those with strong malevolent energy. These were easier to command. Even if they found powerful ghosts that had developed sentience, they would first use spells to erase their sentience before driving them with secret methods.

Grandma's Ghost Raising Dao, however, not only required contracts with the ghosts being raised but also the preservation of their sentience and nature. Driving fierce ghosts with sentience would be extremely difficult, requiring the establishment of an emotional foundation. But once they could truly connect with each other, they would repay the ghost raiser with even greater strength and perhaps even some learned skills.

The Mountain Ghost agreed to follow me because she feared Sister Wife's dominance. In ancient terms, she was selling her service, not her skills. If I were to use force, Song Wanyi wouldn't comply.

Therefore, I had to communicate well with Song Wanyi first, speak softly, so that our future interactions would be smooth. Otherwise, if she abandoned me at a critical moment, it would be troublesome.

Don't be fooled by the dignified and proper demeanor of this Ming Dynasty lady. She might be looking down on me immensely in her heart. That's why I didn't dare say much; forced communication would only make her disgusted.

"Wanyi, this is your soul urn. I plan to take a piece of your finger bone and place it in this current soul urn. The rest I will bury under the peach tree in the yard. What do you think?" I said as calmly as possible.

Wanyi nodded and looked at the peach tree I mentioned outside the window, a faint smile appearing on her face. It seemed she was very willing.

She must have loved peach blossoms in her life. The moment she chose her soul urn determined her future resting place.

Opening her soul urn, I selected a small bone fragment that looked like a finger bone from a pile of broken pieces and placed it in the urn.

"Xijun, you go into the soul urn first. I need to go to the dojo on the second floor now." The second floor had been specially modified by Zhao Qian, with half of the area becoming her dojo.

Although I hadn't been up there, I had heard Zhao Qian talk about it and had received permission to use it.

Xijun was a bit unhappy. Why did everyone else get to move into a new house first?

"What's wrong?" I saw Xijun was reluctant to go back into her old soul urn, pointing at Song Wanyi and muttering something about her.

Song Wanyi understood and giggled, covering her mouth, then wrote some traditional characters on the ground.

Xijun stopped in front of me, tugged at the collar of her red dress, then pointed at Song Wanyi's clothes and pouted.

After reading Song Wanyi's writing, I realized Xijun was envious that Song Wanyi had everything nice and a new house. She wanted a similar outfit, and an even prettier one than hers.

This put me in a difficult position. Xijun's clothes were indeed a bit simple. When she pulled at the collar earlier, I could see right through it; it was very thin. But I had never changed clothes for a ghost before. What should I do?

After thinking for a while, I remembered that during Qingming Festival, families would burn clothes for their ancestors. It seemed that was the only way.

So I agreed, "Okay, after I finalize the contract with your Sister Wanyi, I'll have Zhao Qian perform a ritual to burn a beautiful set of clothes for you. How about that?"

Only then did Xijun show a satisfied expression. She hugged my neck, kissed my cheek, and then returned to her old soul urn.

Song Wanyi didn't enter her soul urn this time. As I opened the door, she floated out with me. I couldn't just have her hide anywhere. I wasn't familiar with her yet, and I certainly couldn't casually order her to do things she disliked.

Yu Xiao Xue, who was watching TV, turned her head when she heard me open the door. She had eaten a Spirit Communication Talisman, a powerful type of rune. Although its ghost-exorcising function was gone, the ability to see ghosts had strangely remained. She immediately saw Song Wanyi.

Yu Xiao Xue was a little scared, but seeing that Song Wanyi didn't seem that fierce, she anxiously told me, "Tian Ge! Didn't you see? It looks like a female ghost is following you!"

I was a bit speechless. Yu Xiao Xue was always a step behind. I felt it was time to tell her some things, so I got straight to the point. "How much do you know about Grandma?"

"Just what Uncle Hai said..." Yu Xiao Xue was a bit curious why this had led to Grandma.

"Mmm, that's good. I am now like Grandma. Do you understand now?" I said to her directly.

Xiao Xue stopped talking but still looked Song Wanyi up and down.

Song Wanyi completely ignored Yu Xiao Xue and followed behind me, emanating a chilling aura that was quite frightening.

"Alright, while the effect of your Spirit Communication Talisman is still active, pretend you don't see anything unclean. Understand? I won't let them harm you either," I added. The Spirit Communication Talisman's effect would last for some time, and I didn't want curiosity to get Yu Xiao Xue hurt.

Yu Xiao Xue nodded and obediently agreed, but she was already terrified. She hugged her knees and sat on the sofa, staring at Song Wanyi.

I took Song Wanyi upstairs. From the hallway, I could see the dojo connected to the balcony.

As I was about to walk down the hallway to the training hall, the bathroom door suddenly opened. Inside, Zhao Qian stood naked, her head covered in foam! She reached out her hand towards me.

Her jade-like skin, her youthful allure, made my head instantly rush with blood. My old face turned red as a date.

"Xiao Xue, could you grab me a towel? Something got into my eyes, I think it was shampoo. It stings and I can't see," Zhao Qian said, reaching out for a towel.

A surge of Yin energy instantly boiled behind me. Sister Wife was probably on the verge of exploding! Even Song Wanyi, that demure ghost, was taken aback.

Zhao Qian, oh Zhao Qian! How could you be so defenseless!

Although the steam from her bath obscured the view, Zhao Qian's appearance was like a blurred beauty from a Japanese adult film, enough to make my nose want to bleed.

I quickly turned my head away. "Qian! It's me!"

Zhao Qian froze, then after a moment, she let out a startled cry and shut the door!

The bathroom faced away from the main hall. Hearing footsteps upstairs, she thought Yu Xiao Xue had come up. With her eyes covered by shampoo, she just wanted Yu Xiao Xue to grab her a towel. But who knew she'd run into me, who hadn't even gone upstairs!

Well, now everything was exposed. Zhao Qian was so embarrassed she didn't know what to do.

"Ahem... Qian, the steam in the bathroom was too thick, I didn't see anything. Don't worry, I was just passing by on my way to the training hall," I quickly explained, otherwise Zhao Qian wouldn't dare talk to me anymore.

"Oh... it's Tian Ge... Then, you go ahead and use the training hall," Zhao Qian replied shyly from behind the door.

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