Small Gains

"Whew... He really was hard to kill. As expected of a plant-type Perfected Form ghost."

Since his clash with the Blood Demon had been extremely brief, Yu Jing had not expended much stamina. On top of that, Mr. Lingmu had been completely unprepared at the beginning, and after Yu Jing's Chaos Energy invaded him, the overall difficulty of the battle had dropped considerably.

Yu Jing had gone all out and completely killed Mr. Lingmu, a B-rank Perfected Form, within two hours. Thus, even the entire manor replenishing Mr. Lingmu's vitality had been useless.

It had to be said that plant-type ghosts who controlled souls were rather difficult to deal with.

The battle ended, and the old locust tree before him had been cleaved in half.

Mr. Lingmu's corpse was absorbed into the old locust tree as nourishment. If it was left alone, then after a dozen years or so of being nourished by the old locust tree and the essence of souls, another "Mr. Lingmu" with the same memories would completely regenerate.

Yu Jing's left arm had been twisted into a spiral, and his body was riddled with holes of various sizes, but none of them were fatal. They could all be repaired with proper recuperation.

"Fang He."

At Yu Jing's call, Fang He appeared, her body wrapped in plant leaves.

During the battle just now, Fang He had been too weak to do anything but hide in the deepest part of Yu Jing's body. That had been to prevent Mr. Lingmu, who possessed the same type of ability, from seizing an opportunity to drag Fang He out and put her in danger.

"Yu Jing, your condition..." Fang He looked deeply worried.

"It's fine! These are only minor injuries. I can recover on my own. Fang He, spend some time