Ghost Path True Understanding

Autumn had come around again, and the leaves had withered yellow.

The midday sun in autumn was still scorching. Su Fan sat in a reclining chair in the courtyard, lazily basking in the sunlight.

A clay stove sat on the stone table beside him, and the teapot was hissing and steaming.

Su Fan had been staring at it for half the day, too lazy to move.

The Spirit Tea had been left behind by Old Ye. A few leaves could make several pots, and even now, there was still plenty left.

Watching the Spirit Tea boil, he found himself missing Old Ye a little.

By his calculations, it had been nearly a year since Su Fan had arrived in this Cultivation World.

Now, Su Fan was absolutely considered a legendary figure in Shaoyang Market Town.

Not only did the Rogue Cultivators know about him—even the Qingxuan Sect disciples in the market town knew that such a person existed.

He might not be in the martial world, but legends of him still circulated throughout it.

In any case, his current status in Shaoyang Market Town was extraordinarily lofty.

Although the people from Qingxuan Sect treated him with an attitude of neither making contact, provoking him, nor paying attention to him,

things were different for the Rogue Cultivators.

If someone else had enjoyed a status like his, they would certainly have strutted around the market town every day.

They would have built a grand mansion and taken a dozen or so concubines.

But Su Fan did not even show his face. He did not dare go to the market town, afraid of being surrounded and stared at, so he simply stayed home and never went out.

Fortunately, he still had two other identities. Whenever he grew bored staying at home, he could occasionally change his face and stroll around the market town.

These past few months had felt like a dream to Su Fan.

Old Xu came every day, practically acting as his steward.

Every trivial matter in his daily life—even buying a few bottles of pills—was personally handled by him.

Old Xu had originally wanted to find several young and beautiful female cultivators to attend to Su Fan's daily needs.

But the shop girl and the Female Bodhisatthe had left quite an impression on him.

They made him feel uneasy about the female cultivators of this world. Who knew whether they were moles sent by the demonic sects? So he had simply refused.

Now he did not even need to worry about meals. Three meals a day were delivered to his home by people from Swift Wind Hall.

The dishes changed every day, all signature offerings from several of the best restaurants in the market town.

Aside from cultivating and drawing talismans, he spent his time basking in the courtyard, sprawled in his reclining chair and staring blankly into space.

He did not lack spirit stones, and no one came to disturb him.

Su Fan thoroughly enjoyed this decadent life.

Having lived two lifetimes, this was actually the life he had once yearned for most.

But in his previous life, he had never managed to live even one day like this.

For some reason, he always felt that it was unreal.

The experiences of his previous life had taught him that, of all the things in life, nine out of ten went awry.

When things went too smoothly, it was usually not a good sign.

Whenever life improved even a little, some inexplicable change would always occur, bringing some minor setback or another.

But when life was plain and uneventful, nothing ever seemed to happen.

Regardless, he might as well cherish things while moving forward.

In any case, these good days would not last much longer. Once the war between the immortals and demons began, who knew what Yongzhou would become?

Just then, Old Xu carried two food boxes and pushed open the courtyard door.

He glanced at the teapot on the stone table, hurriedly set down the food boxes, then walked over, removed the teapot, and poured Su Fan a cup of Spirit Tea.

Looking at Su Fan sprawled in the reclining chair, Xu Wen could not help shaking his head with a bitter smile.

He had never seen anyone like this—staying home for months without going out. If it had been him, he would probably have gone freaking mad from being cooped up.

Yet Su Fan took to it like a fish to water, perfectly content to lie flat until he died.

"Brother, time to eat..."

After Old Xu finished speaking, he carried the food boxes into the house.

Su Fan lazily shifted his body, picked up the teacup from the stone table, and took a sip before finally rising from the reclining chair.

He stretched, then entered the house.

Lunch consisted of four dishes and a soup, along with a large basin of Spirit Rice.

Su Fan had a hearty appetite, and every dish came in a generous portion.

He held the rice basin in his arms as he ate, while Xu Wen beside him chatted about the recent happenings in the market town.

Because of Su Fan, Swift Wind Hall had been developing quite well in Shaoyang Market.

Everyone was willing to show them some respect. Even their former archenemy, the Dark Cloud Gang, was practically becoming a branch of Swift Wind Hall.

Old Xu was now Swift Wind Hall's second-in-command, and he could also be considered a notable figure in Shaoyang Market Town.

"Has there been any news from the Qin State recently?"

Hearing Su Fan's question, Xu Wen shook his head.

"I haven't heard anything in particular. It's just that more and more flying vessels have been coming from Ganzhou and Lanzhou."

Su Fan knew perfectly well that the immortal sects had already begun preparing for the great war several years from now.

It seemed the fighting would not begin that soon. He could still enjoy another two comfortable years.

After Old Xu left, Su Fan went to the basement.

He took the palm-sized Evil Ghost Banner from his Storage Bag and formed a strange hand seal with his left hand.

His lips moved slightly as he recited an eerie incantation.

The Evil Ghost Banner began moving without any wind, instantly transforming into a black giant banner several meters in size. The entire basement became permeated with Yin energy.

Su Fan pointed with his right hand. Thick black smoke surged out of the Evil Ghost Banner, and the entire basement was instantly shrouded in pitch-black mist.

The black mist gradually condensed, slowly taking the shape of one black figure after another.

Amid countless Ghostly Shadows, a female figure dressed in a white ancient-style gown gradually emerged, flickering in and out of sight.

She was an evil ghost, hovering a foot above the ground with her toes pointing downward. Her hair hung all the way to the floor.

Between the black strands parted over her forehead, her face was deathly pale, and her eyes were completely black, with no pupils visible.

As she slowly raised both hands, black nails sprang from her fingertips. Each was two feet long, resembling ten slender, curved black blades.

A light laugh resembling that of a human woman came from the evil ghost's toothless mouth. It carried a chilling wind that swept outward, as if it could freeze a person's soul solid.

Dozens of ferocious ghosts behind her also began revealing their deathly green faces, each one hideously terrifying.

From all directions, a patch of sinister, ear-piercing hissing emerged from thin air. The sound was utterly horrifying, filled with endless hatred and icy gloom.

That terrifying sensation surged toward Su Fan from all sides, blotting out heaven and earth.

That was freaking terrifying!

Su Fan hurriedly pinched a spell seal and recited the incantation.

The enormous Evil Ghost Banner moved without wind. Dozens of Shade Souls once again transformed into black smoke and were sucked into the black banner.

Seeing all the Shade Souls in the basement being collected into the Evil Ghost Banner, Su Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When Su Fan had been ambushed in the alley last time, he had used two evil cultivator magical artifacts, and their effects had indeed been quite impressive.

The spells and artifacts of evil cultivators and demonic sects were insidious and bizarre, perfectly countering the magical artifacts of the immortal sects.

Today, Su Fan had brought out the Evil Ghost Banner to test the might of this magical artifact.

Who could have expected it to summon a pile of evil ghosts and ferocious ghosts, nearly scaring him to death?

Ghost Cultivators spent every day with Shade Souls. That was truly no life for a human being.

Still, the might of this Evil Ghost Banner really could not be underestimated.

At least in certain environments, it could be as insidious and vicious, as difficult to guard against, as Bone Corroding Sand and the Ghost Luo Whip.

Especially when used to ambush immortal-sect cultivators, it would certainly produce an unexpected effect.

Thinking of this, Su Fan left the basement and went into the courtyard.

He dropped into the reclining chair, took a book from his Storage Bag, and began reading it attentively. It was none other than Ghost Path True Understanding.

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