What did the Saint say?

Meng Jingzhou flipped to a piece of Tiger Demon skin. The skin was old, seemingly centuries old, but well-preserved. The dense, tiny characters on it were clearly visible. Lu Yang and Man Gu curiously craned their necks for a look, but they didn't recognize the script.

"This is Yao script, the internal writing of the Yao Race," Meng Jingzhou said, as he happened to recognize it.

The Fox Yao's nature was inherently licentious, and this was reflected in their writing. They often wrote unhealthy books, and if someone did something indescribable with these books, the author could collect a wisp of Yang Energy.

Therefore, most of the unhealthy books circulating in the Central Continent market were written by the Fox Yao. Despite the official propaganda about their harm and the book-burning campaigns every few years, these books continued to circulate on the black market, proving impossible to eradicate.

Meng Jingzhou was quite obsessed with such books when he was young, though he didn't know what "indescribable things" were back then; he just thought the books were good.

To read the original versions, he specifically learned the Yao script.

"You're such a studious person?" Lu Yang and Man Gu were surprised. Cultivation could enhance memory, so learning a language wouldn't take long.

But the problem was that Meng Jingzhou had learned the Yao script before he even started cultivating, which was quite remarkable.

Meng Jingzhou didn't want to explain the reason in detail, only saying that he was interested in Yao Race culture.

Man Gu felt that Brother Meng was indeed Brother Meng, studying diligently without showing off, acting humbly, and possessing a noble character worthy of emulation.

"What's written on the tiger skin?"

"Let me see... 'Beguiler things, Yin retreats, Yang avoids...' This is a method for controlling Ghoul servants."

Meng Jingzhou quickly scanned it, performed some calculations in his mind, and soon deduced the function of the secret manual.

"The old hunter must have been refined in this way."

"There are also requirements for refining Beguilers. The cultivation level must differ by two major ranks, except when refining mortals. After the Seventh Level of Qi Refining, one can refine mortal souls."

The art of controlling Ghoul servants was quite useless; only those two realms below oneself could be refined. Even if one refined a Ghoul servant, could one really send the Ghoul servant to the battlefield to kill enemies?

For example, in the battle with the Tiger Demon just now, if a Ghoul servant had appeared, its role would have been less than cannon fodder, posing no threat at all.

"Do you need me to translate it all for you? This thing doesn't seem to have any racial restrictions. The Human Race can also cultivate it, but the Tiger Demon gets the best results."

Man Gu wanted to say, "What's the use of learning this?" but he heard Lu Yang analyze, "We're joining the Demonic Cult, so Demonic Dao methods are indispensable. This art of controlling Ghoul servants is perfect for a facade. The hunter's residence just happens to have ready-made Ghouls. Translate the art of controlling Ghoul servants on the tiger skin, and the three of us will study it together."

Originally, Lu Yang had planned to eliminate the remaining Ghouls, but now the situation had changed. It wouldn't be too late to disperse their souls after using the Ghouls.

According to the Tiger Demon, the Ghouls all willingly served as servants after death, driven to harm travelers.

They all deserved to die.

"Okay." Meng Jingzhou readily agreed. He spread out paper, ground ink, and wrote with the speed of a dragon and snake, quickly writing down the art of controlling Ghoul servants.

"I won't cultivate it. I have a Pure Yang Spirit Root. When ghosts see me, it's like snow seeing the sun; they'll quickly melt away. I can't practice this kind of pure Yin attribute spell."

Lu Yang and Man Gu didn't say much and cultivated together.

Before long, a gust of Yin wind rose in the cave, accompanied by the faint wails of ghosts, bringing endless chill that pierced bone and marrow.

Lu Yang only felt his body lighten, his feet leaving the ground, floating in the air, like a ghost.

He felt his mind was clearer than ever before, his senses sharp, able to perceive any subtle details around him. He also felt that Meng Jingzhou was like a blazing fire, extremely hot!

"Huh? What's going on?" Lu Yang wondered, looking down to find his body sitting cross-legged in place, perfectly fine.

"No, it's not that I can fly, it's that my soul has left my body!"

Meng Jingzhou noticed Lu Yang's odd behavior and cried out in alarm, "Only people in the Nascent Soul Realm can have their souls leave their bodies and travel thousands of miles. How can you be doing it now?"

"Hurry back! You're only at the Foundation Establishment Realm and haven't cultivated your soul yet. The soul is easily damaged, and once it's damaged, it's hard to repair!"

Lu Yang also realized the problem and activated the incantation for controlling Ghoul servants to restore his soul to normal.

"How did you do it?" Meng Jingzhou had never heard of anyone at the Foundation Establishment Realm daring to have their soul leave their body.

There was no such spell at all.

Lu Yang was also extremely puzzled. "I just cultivated according to the art of controlling Ghoul servants you wrote. I felt like I completely understood it, there were no problems, so I said I'd try running it to see what it was like, and it turned out like this."

Meng Jingzhou looked at Lu Yang with a strange expression. "Could it be that you're treating your own soul as a Ghoul servant, controlling yourself?"

He had never heard of anyone cultivating like this, but based on the current situation, this was the only explanation.

Lu Yang thought for a moment and couldn't think of any other possibilities.

Lu Yang had Meng Jingzhou move away from him and tried several more times, but the result was the same: his soul would leave his body.

"What's going on with my spell talent?"

The two had no choice but to wait for Man Gu to wake up and ask if he was in the same situation as Lu Yang.

When Man Gu woke up, he saw Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou looking at him expectantly, which confused him.

"Did you learn the art of controlling Ghoul servants?"

"I have some understanding. I should be able to control eight mortal souls."

"Can you control yourself, letting your soul leave your body?" Lu Yang looked at Man Gu expectantly, wanting Man Gu to say yes, so he could prove that he hadn't practiced it wrong.

Man Gu was even more puzzled. "How is that possible? This is the art of controlling Ghoul servants. Could it be that one can treat one's own soul as a Ghoul servant and control it?"

Meng Jingzhou glanced at Lu Yang and explained Lu Yang's learning process, which made Man Gu admire him greatly.

Brother Lu was quick-thinking and extremely talented in learning spells, unmatched by anyone. Brother Meng was talented and knowledgeable.

He had learned a lot of things along the way, just like the words spoken by sages.

What did the sage say again?

Oh right, the sage said: When walking with two others, they serve as my teachers.

"We should go find the Ghouls." Seeing that there was nothing worth scavenging in the cave, Meng Jingzhou called for his companions to leave.

"You guys go ahead, I have something to take care of, I'll catch up later." Lu Yang told Meng Jingzhou and Man Gu to leave first.

Meng Jingzhou and Man Gu didn't think much of it and left the Tiger Demon's lair.

After confirming that the two had left, Lu Yang's smile faded, and the expression on his face gradually became calm.

He walked towards the depths of the cave and saw the mountain of bones, sighing softly.

"Sure enough, it's here."

When Lu Yang saw the various items, he guessed that with the Tiger Demon's caution, it would definitely not throw the bones outside after eating people, as that would easily expose it. The safe thing to do would be to keep the remains in the cave.

Reality confirmed his idea.

These poor people from different places, who passed by Songshan for various reasons, were deceived and eaten, their final resting place was in this small cave.

Lu Yang didn't say anything more. The Qing Feng Sword cut through iron like mud, easily cutting a large piece of rock from the rock wall.

He flattened the rock, silently chanted the Rebirth Mantra, and erected a tombstone for these poor people. He was silent for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking, and then turned and left.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, let's go." Lu Yang called out to his two companions to leave this unpleasant place.