System! Give Me Points!!!

"Hiss!!!" The Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple sucked in a sharp breath almost at the same moment as Yang Yizi. He stared wide-eyed at Fan Wu's descending sword stroke after sword stroke, murmuring in shock, "If... if he keeps chopping, that vengeful ghost may not even have a chance to enter reincarnation."

"Is Daoist Master Fan really a Daoist? Before becoming one, could he have run a human-meat bun shop? Damn it... what kind of monster did that late Old Heavenly Master take as a disciple?"

The Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple was considered a fairly well-known ritual master in Prison Dragon County. He had sent off no fewer than eight or nine ghosts and monsters, if not over a dozen.

But his methods of exorcism were still within the bounds of what could be called normal.

Daoist Master Fan's methods, on the other hand, were obviously anything but normal!

He was leaving that vengeful ghost absolutely no chance—he killed it and did not even bother to bury it!

Hiss...

Too brutal!

Even when he had been a bandit, he had never been this brutal!

[You have successfully killed "Vengeful Ghost formed from the Courtesan after Death." Congratulations! You have obtained Free Attribute Points: 1.5!]

Two lines of notification flashed before Fan Wu's eyes.

As for the White-robed Vengeful Ghost that had been wailing miserably on the ground just now?

It had already been hacked apart by several of his strikes, its soul scattered and its spirit dispersed.

Fan Wu felt that the Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand... had become smoother and more natural to wield with every use!

Looking at the 1.5 Free Attribute Points he had gained, for a fleeting instant, he wanted to stay in Prison Dragon County and never leave.

Of course, that thought lingered in his mind for less than a breath before he immediately scattered it.

He straightened up.

Then shifted his gaze to the right.

Over there—

Yang Yizi had already used up all the talismans on his person. His two Daoist acolyte disciples were each entangled by two Small Paper Figures and could not break free to assist their master.

Without anyone to help him, Yang Yizi had already brought out every trump card he possessed.

Yet he could only respond in miserable fashion. In his battle of magic against the paper figures, he was unable to gain the upper hand.

Fan Wu silently recited in his heart, System, add points!!!

Put them all into the [Strength] attribute!!!

[Name: Fan Wu]

[Life: 89＋]

[Strength: 7.5＋]

[Skill: None]

[Free Attribute Points: 0]

Knowing that tonight's circumstances were unusual, Fan Wu did not save the Free Attribute Points he had just obtained. Instead, he immediately added them to his [Strength] attribute.

At that moment, his [Strength] attribute...

Jumped straight from 6 to 7.5!

Fan Wu felt every muscle in his body sending out signals of excitement. Veins beneath his skin gradually emerged and bulged, like savage flood dragons and pythons coiling around his body.

The constant signals of excitement from his body sent a wave of exhilaration through Fan Wu's mind. He felt as if every muscle in his body had accumulated a force that desperately wanted to be vented.

His sharp eyes fixed upon the towering Giant Paper Figure.

The corners of his mouth curled into a "kind" smile.

Fan Wu stepped forward, one step after another, neither hurried nor slow. An aura slowly swirled around him, like a man-eating tiger descending the mountain.

It made one's heart tremble!!

The Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple, who stood closest to Fan Wu, was so suppressed by that predatory aura that he did not dare move at all.

Cold sweat seeped from his bald head. "A... Amitabha. Daoist Master Fan, he... what is happening to him? Why does it feel like he became even more terrifying in the blink of an eye?!"

For a moment, the Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple felt a chill around his neck.

He kept feeling as though the sword in Fan Wu's hand would take his head off the very next moment.

That thought surfaced abruptly.

The Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple could not help but shudder.

"D-Damn it, just how many people has Daoist Master Fan skinned alive? How can he be this frightening?"

The vengeful ghost had failed to frighten him.

Fan Wu had frightened him instead!

The Giant Paper Figure, which had been repeatedly attacking Yang Yizi with its twisted massive arm, seemed to sense something approaching at this moment. Its raised, distorted arm paused slightly.

Its enormous infant head turned stiffly, and the gaze of its huge, hollow black eyes landed on Fan Wu.

Fan Wu happened to raise his head at that very moment.

Their gazes met in midair.

"Fellow Daoist Fan! Be careful of this fiendish thing—"

Yang Yizi had just begun to warn him anxiously when he suddenly discovered in astonishment that Fan Wu had charged straight toward the Giant Paper Figure. He was so fast that Yang Yizi's eyes could not even follow him!

The seven-foot-two-inch Demon-Slaying Sword in Fan Wu's hand had already slashed out in the blink of an eye!

The Giant Paper Figure shifted the target of its raised giant arm and smashed it down toward Fan Wu!

Whoosh—!!!

But Fan Wu was clearly faster. The paper figure's twisted arm was severed by a single stroke!

Through the broken cross-section, one could see that the paper figure was completely hollow inside.

By all logic, it should have been extremely light...

And by the same logic, its strength should not have been very great.

Yet the little pits scattered across the County Yamen's ground, along with the bluestone slabs smashed to bits one after another... all proved that the Giant Paper Figure's strength had nothing to do with its own weight.

Looking more closely, one could see chunks of dried meat hanging within the hollow interior of the Giant Paper Figure!

And every single piece of hanging dried meat...

Was shaped like an infant.

A talisman was pasted onto every piece of dried meat!

What dried meat was that? They were clearly mummified corpses of fetuses!!

The severed twisted arm fell to the ground. The agonized crying of infants pierced into their ears like demonic sound, enough to give ordinary people splitting headaches if they were disturbed by it.

But Fan Wu seemed completely unaffected.

Nor did those hanging mummified fetal corpses stir much sympathy in him.

He raised his hand and brought down his sword, sweeping out another strike.

One of the Giant Paper Figure's somewhat short legs was directly cut off by him!

It was still as easy as ever.

Like a hot knife slicing through butter!

That strike made the Giant Paper Figure emit an even more chilling, shrill demonic sound. The Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple, Yang Yizi, and the others hurriedly covered their ears, unbearable pain showing on their faces.

Clearly, even cultivators like them found it difficult to withstand that ear-splitting demonic sound.

But Fan Wu remained as if nothing had happened.

There was not the slightest trace of pain on his face.

Nor did he cover his ears.

Perhaps adding points to his [Strength] attribute had enhanced his entire body in all directions without a single blind spot, allowing him to completely ignore this kind of sonic attack from the Giant Paper Figure.

The paper figure's hollow mouth opened enormously wide, as though it could swallow two people whole.

As it released a shrill demonic sound capable of piercing ordinary people's eardrums, it used its other twisted hand to slap down at Fan Wu with all its might.

That slap... landed squarely and solidly!

Bang!!!!!

The fierce collision between muscle and paper figure produced a dull thud that tugged at everyone's heart!

A ring of dust rose from the ground beneath Fan Wu's feet!

"Not good!" Yang Yizi was startled. "That paper figure may be slow, but its strength is incomparably great. If an ordinary person were struck by it, every bone in their body would shatter... shatter... Hiss! Fellow Daoist Fan, he... he actually caught it!!!"

Yang Yizi stared ahead, dumbfounded.

He watched with his own eyes as Fan Wu raised a bent arm across his forehead and, without dodging or evading, received the Giant Paper Figure's blow!

The clothing around his arm seemed unable to contain the bulging muscles and had already torn into rags, exposing a forearm knotted with muscle!

Yang Yizi could tell...

Fan Wu was not injured!

He was completely fine!

Yang Yizi's throat bobbed as he clicked his tongue in amazement. "What kind of terrifying physique is this? He took the paper figure's full-force blow with his bare hand and was completely unscathed. Such an astonishing body is no different from that of a demon, is it?"

He felt that even in his younger days, when his body had been at its sturdiest... he could never have reached such an outrageous level!

Was this even human!