Ghost Path True Understanding

It was autumn again, and the leaves had turned yellow.

The midday sun in autumn was still scorching. Su Fan sat on a lounge chair in the courtyard, leisurely basking in the sun.

On the stone table beside him, a clay stove and a teapot were steaming.

Su Fan had been staring for a long time, too lazy to move.

The Spirit Tea was left by Old Ye. Just a few leaves could make many infusions, and there was still plenty left.

Looking at the boiling Spirit Tea, he felt a pang of longing for Old Ye.

Calculating the time, Su Fan had been in this cultivation world for almost a year.

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

Let alone the rogue cultivators, even the disciples of Qingxuan Sect in the market knew of his existence.

I may not be in the jianghu, but the jianghu always has my legend.

Anyway, his status in Shaoyang Market Town was now extremely transcendent.

Although the people of Qingxuan Sect treated him with a policy of non-contact, non-provocation, and non-attention.

It was different for the rogue cultivators.

If it were anyone else with his status, they would definitely be showing off in the market every day.

They would build a grand mansion and marry a dozen concubines.

But Su Fan didn't even show his face. He didn't dare to go to the market, fearing being mobbed, so he simply stayed home and didn't go out.

Fortunately, he had two other identities. Occasionally, when he got bored staying at home, he would change his appearance and go to the market for a stroll.

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

Old Xu came every day, like a butler.

All the trivial matters of daily life, even buying a few bottles of elixirs, were handled by him personally.

Old Xu had wanted to find a few young and beautiful female cultivators to serve Su Fan's daily needs.

But the shop girl and the Female Bodhisattva had a significant impact on him.

He always felt uneasy about the female cultivators in this world, wondering if they were spies sent by the Demonic Sect, so he simply refused.

Now he didn't even have to worry about meals. His three meals a day were delivered to his home by people from Swift Wind Hall.

They changed the dishes every day, all signature dishes from the best restaurants in the market.

Besides cultivating and drawing talismans, he would bask in the sun in the courtyard, lounging on the chair and spacing out.

He didn't lack Spirit Stones, and no one disturbed him.

Su Fan greatly enjoyed this decadent life.

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

But in his past life, he had never lived even a single day like this.

For some reason, he always felt it wasn't real.

His past life's experience told him that life is often unsatisfactory.

Too smooth sailing wasn't a good thing.

Whenever life got a little better, unexpected changes would occur, and he would encounter minor setbacks.

But his ordinary days were always peaceful.

No matter what, he would cherish the present.

Anyway, this good life wouldn't last long. Once the war between immortals and demons began, who knew what Yongzhou would become.

At this moment, Old Xu, carrying two food boxes, pushed open the door and entered the courtyard.

He glanced at the teapot on the stone table and quickly put down the food boxes. He walked over, took down the teapot, and poured Su Fan a cup of Spirit Tea.

Looking at Su Fan sprawled on the lounge chair, Xu Wen couldn't help but shake his head and smile wryly.

He had never seen anyone like this, staying home for months without going out. If it were him, he would have gone crazy from boredom.

But Su Fan enjoyed it, preferring to lie flat until he died.

"Brother, it's 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 on the stone table, and took a sip before getting up from the lounge chair.

He stretched and walked into the house.

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

Su Fan had a large appetite, and each dish was generously portioned.

He ate from the basin of rice while Xu Wen chatted with him about recent events in the market.

Thanks to Su Fan, Swift Wind Hall had developed quite well in Shaoyang Market Town.

The various factions were quite cooperative. His old rivals, the Dark Cloud Gang, were practically a branch of the Swift Wind Hall now.

Xu Wen was currently the second-in-command of the Swift Wind Hall and a significant figure in Shaoyang Market Town.

"Any news from the Qin State recently?"

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

"No significant news, just that more and more flying ships are coming from Ganzhou and Lanzhou."

Su Fan knew in his heart that the Immortal Sects were already preparing for the great war in a few years.

It seemed the fighting wouldn't break out so soon, so he could enjoy another couple of comfortable years.

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

He took out the palm-sized "Evil Ghost Banner" from his storage bag and formed a strange hand seal with his left hand.

His lips moved as he chanted an eerie incantation.

The "Evil Ghost Banner" fluttered without wind, instantly transforming into a massive black banner several meters in size. The entire basement was filled with a chilling, ghostly aura.

Su Fan pointed with his right hand, and dense black smoke surged out from the "Evil Ghost Banner," instantly shrouding the entire basement in darkness.

The black smoke gradually condensed, forming into black figures.

Amidst the countless ghostly shadows, a female figure in a white ancient dress flickered in and out of view.

This was an evil spirit, floating a foot off the ground with her toes pointed downwards, her hair trailing to the floor.

Through the parted black hair on her forehead, a ghastly pale face appeared, her eyes completely black with no pupils.

The two hands she slowly raised had black fingernails that extended two feet long, resembling ten slender, curved black blades.

A sound akin to a human woman's light laughter emanated from the spirit's toothless mouth, carrying a chilling wind that swept out, seeming to freeze the very soul.

The dozens of fierce ghosts behind her also began to reveal their pale, contorted, and terrifying faces.

From all directions, eerie, piercing shrieks erupted from thin air, incredibly horrifying sounds filled with endless malice and bone-chilling cold.

That terrifying sensation washed over Su Fan like a tidal wave.

This was f***ing scary!

Su Fan quickly formed another hand seal and chanted an incantation.

The enormous "Evil Ghost Banner" fluttered without wind, and the dozens of spirits transformed back into black smoke, being drawn into the black banner.

Seeing that all the spirits in the basement had been absorbed into the "Evil Ghost Banner," Su Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

The last time he was ambushed in that alley, Su Fan had used two evil cultivator magic tools, and they had indeed been quite effective.

The spells and magic tools of evil cultivators and the Demonic Sect were insidious and treacherous, specifically designed to counter the magic tools of the Immortal Sects.

Today, Su Fan had taken out the "Evil Ghost Banner" to test the power of this magic tool.

Who would have thought it would summon a horde of evil spirits and fierce ghosts, nearly scaring him to death.

Ghost cultivators who spent their days consorting with spirits were truly not to be trifled with.

However, the power of this "Evil Ghost Banner" was indeed not to be underestimated.

At the very least, in certain environments, it would be as insidious and unpredictable as the "Bone Corroding Sand" and the "Ghost Luo Whip."

Especially when used to ambush Immortal Sect cultivators, it would undoubtedly produce unexpected results.

With this thought, Su Fan left the basement and went into the courtyard.

He lay down on the lounge chair, took a book from his storage bag, which was the "Ghost Path True Understanding," and began to read it intently.

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