The Ghost Possesses

Sleeping until the sun was high in the sky felt incredibly refreshing.

Zhang Yang howled a few times at the sun, feeling like he could revive twelve times over, fully restored.

But today was destined to be an incredibly busy and important day.

His mind was exceptionally clear at this moment. He quickly recalled the events of the past two days and immediately drew a conclusion.

"The process of carving the wooden spears has no direct connection to the spears becoming magical artifacts, but there is an indirect connection."

"The main reason I succeeded wasn't that I mastered the Imprisonment Spell. It was because the wooden spears Wu Yuan carved were of excellent quality, able to withstand multiple Imprisonment Spells. When the Imprisonment Spells failed and turned into spiritual impacts, it allowed me to continuously nourish the wooden spears with Soul Power. Only then could I imprint the Imprisonment Spell onto them."

"Therefore, there's no need for me to release the Imprisonment Spell as an extra step. I just need to ensure my Soul Power can bypass that step and directly nourish the wooden spears."

"In short, as long as Soul Power, which is Spiritual Power, is strong enough, it can change material reality. I don't need to understand the principle behind this process; I'm not here to argue. Right now, my most important task is to continuously produce these Imprisonment Spears, ideally more than a hundred. When the Deer Demon attacks, I'll shoot them right in the face!"

"Village Chief."

Just as Zhang Yang was smiling strangely to himself at the sky, Wu Yuan arrived before him, leading 19 elite soldiers.

"Their spear-throwing skills are all about the same right now. May I ask what level of throwing skill you require?"

"Wait? What do you mean 'all about the same'?" Zhang Yang was stunned. He had previously told Wu Yuan to pick out the soldiers with the best throwing abilities, intending for them all to use the Imprisonment Spear. After all, if their aim wasn't good enough to hit the target, wouldn't it be a complete waste?

At this, Wu Yuan picked up a stone from the ground, tossed it tens of meters into the air, then quickly drew a wooden spear. Whoosh! In the blink of an eye, he shattered the stone in mid-air.

This display was incredibly impressive, but it wasn't Wu Yuan's true throwing skill.

Zhang Yang didn't speak, waiting for him to continue.

Wu Yuan spoke again, "Village Chief, because these 19 individuals have only just begun training, their current throwing skill only allows them to hit stationary targets within 50 meters. But if they train for two more days and nights, all of them will be able to reach the level I just demonstrated."

Zhang Yang immediately understood. But did they have three days of buffer training time? And if people didn't sleep and rest, their bodies wouldn't be able to handle it.

Ultimately, if the Deer Demon suddenly attacked during this period, everything would be ruined.

After some thought, he looked at Wu Yuan. "Even if we're lucky and the Deer Demon doesn't appear for a while, how will you solve the rest problem? For the past two days, they've been training until midnight, only sleeping four hours a day. This will make them too fatigued; they won't be able to perform at their peak when facing an enemy."

"Also, is their training progress really that fast? Can they become throwing masters in just five days? Or do you have some secret?"

"Village Chief, fatigue and recovery are not issues at all. I've discovered over the past two days that as long as we are near the Wood Demon Tower, our fatigue recovers quickly. You just need to allow them to rest inside the Wood Demon Tower."

"As for your second question, there's no secret. The reason their training progress is so fast is entirely based on the premise that they are already elite soldiers. For a soldier accustomed to life and death, whose physical strength is at its peak, to learn an attack skill that isn't too complex—I think five days is even slow."

"In other words, the coordination between their hands, eyes, and body is very strong. As long as they grasp the basic techniques, they can improve rapidly."

Wu Yuan explained everything to Zhang Yang in detail, then hesitated before speaking again: "Village Chief, I have a suggestion, though I don't know if it's feasible. I don't know why you chose to build the village here, but our numbers are too small. Facing sporadic monster harassment won't be a problem, but if we face a large number of enemies, we could easily lose our footing and be completely at a disadvantage."

"So I think we should perhaps shrink our defensive perimeter, using the Wood Demon Tower as the core, felling trees and digging trenches to create simple palisade walls. This way, we can avoid open-field battles with the enemy and also not rely too much on secondary defenses. Once the enemy comes to attack, the wooden spear throwing we're currently training will come in handy."

"Good, we'll do as you say. But don't forget to carve wooden spears for me—the best quality ones."

Zhang Yang completely agreed with Wu Yuan's suggestion. This was originally his own idea as well. Now that they had the primary magical artifact, the Imprisonment Spear, they needed to carefully strategize how to fight.

Next, everyone began to act. The 19 elite soldiers continued their wooden spear throwing training.

Wu Yuan took time to carve wooden spears.

After careful deliberation, Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and recruited six more longbowmen. After upgrading them to elites using incomplete Demon Souls, he had them join the previous six elite archers to cut down trees and construct simple palisade walls.

This was very important. In his plan, by defending with the palisade walls and leveraging the terrain of this hill, they could attack from a high vantage point, using the Imprisonment Spear to immobilize enemies, then quickly kill them with ordinary wooden spears. This was simply perfect.

However, the premise of this plan was that Zhang Yang could truly produce enough Imprisonment Spears.

I hope luck is still on my side, and the Deer Demon doesn't appear too soon.

Zhang Yang thought to himself, but he didn't truly pin his hopes on it. After all, he now had 31 elite soldiers, plus Wu Yuan, and they occupied a favorable position. Even if it came to a tough fight, he had confidence.

He didn't rush to make the Imprisonment Spears. Instead, he continued with his previous line of thought, seeing if he could skip the step of casting the Imprisonment Spell and directly nourish the spears with Soul Power. This would significantly reduce Soul Power consumption.

This matter is a bit tricky. The reason I could master the Imprisonment Spell was because the Village Building Order and the Lord Demon Soul directly acted upon my body, and I immediately learned it. But now, how do I make intangible Soul Power act upon physical objects in reality?

While contemplating, Zhang Yang inadvertently looked up and saw Wu Yuan carving the wooden spears.

Wu Yuan carved the wooden spears very quickly, with an indescribable rhythm. Each stroke of the knife, each flying wood chip, possessed an extreme aesthetic beauty, looking quite pleasant.

Zhang Yang even had the illusion that Wu Yuan was imbuing the wooden spear with life and soul, thoroughly bringing it to life!

Perhaps maintaining absolute focus is a good method, just like the reverence Wu Yuan mentioned earlier.

Zhang Yang mused, Actually, I took a detour or thought in the wrong direction. The 'reverence' Wu Yuan spoke of isn't just fear and dread; it refers to the focused power one naturally gains when completely immersed, as if facing life and death. For me, this is the secret to connecting Soul Power to reality! In fact, if my Soul Power is strong and precise enough, I can definitely perceive more details than with my naked eyes.

He casually picked up a raw wooden stick, drew his long knife, closed his eyes, and cleared his mind.

He didn't know how much time had passed. A few insect chirps from the grass entered Zhang Yang's mind, and then an unknown insect, the size of a soybean with four pairs of wings, appeared vividly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes. No, even looking with his eyes wouldn't be this real, this detailed, because the internal structure of the insect was now fully displayed.

Zhang Yang was startled. The next second, the illusion vanished, and in the grass tens of meters away, an identical insect exploded into a pulp.

My goodness, it can be done this way!

Calming the fluctuations in his heart, Zhang Yang continued to try. With the first success, the subsequent attempts went smoothly, and he gradually mastered the rules for controlling Soul Power.

He had initially considered whether his Soul Power belonged to magic or cultivation, but when he gained control of this power, he realized it didn't really matter.

What truly matters is that I can control it!

After causing seven or eight insects to die without a trace and reducing a dozen wild grasses to powder, Zhang Yang successfully used Soul Power to lock onto the raw wooden stick in his hand.

It was a strange feeling; there was no need to see with his eyes or touch with his hands. The log appeared out of thin air in a completely blank world, then was continuously broken down: bark, knots, grain, wood fibers, and then into even finer, more minute components.

"I see," Zhang Yang mumbled to himself, maintaining precise control over the log. At the same time, he made a cut. It wasn't awkward because the cut followed the internal structure of the log perfectly, without the slightest error. From the inside out, the depth of each knot, the direction of every fiber, the thickness of each layer of bark—everything was clearly deconstructed.

Then, based on these internal details, he lightly wielded his knife. This wasn't simply to achieve uniform thickness, but to ensure the integrity of every fiber and the stability of the log's entire internal structure.

From start to finish, it was done in one smooth motion!

This was the true purpose of a B-Grade Soul, not just to cast spells.

Understanding one thing led to understanding everything; one success led to many.

When Zhang Yang opened his eyes again, he saw Wu Yuan staring wide-eyed, so astonished that his mouth could fit a goose egg.

"Uh—Village Chief, how—how did you do that? It's incredible."

"Me? Well, I was possessed by a ghost, of course!" Zhang Yang laughed heartily, feeling utterly delighted!