Ghost Feeding Technique (Seeking Collection!)

"You saw it too?"

Wu Ming scanned the room and saw the same stunned expressions on Shan Lan and the other two.

"We..."

Shan Lan and Ling Guhong both wore bitter expressions. "When did we choose the path of righteousness?"

"How should I know?"

Wu Ming felt a bit depressed because the mission seemed utterly ironic. "But... since we've accepted the mission, we can only try our best to complete it. Fortunately, we don't have to directly oppose the Lord of Black Mountain. The City God of Black Platform can be of assistance..."

Even so, hearing that they might have to confront the Lord of Black Mountain, who dominated three hundred miles of Black Mountain, the few of them naturally felt a heavy burden.

"Mission changed... Should we inform that scoundrel?"

Shan Lan's expression flickered several times before she spoke, "Although that person is just a minor leader in the Blood Oath Alliance, he can still mobilize some resources..."

"I'm afraid... it's not that simple..."

Wu Ming sighed. "How do you know their mission is the same as ours? If it's different, wouldn't we be handing over leverage for nothing?"

"That's true..."

Lin Qizhi and Ling Guhong both changed their expressions. Shan Lan added, "Exactly, I didn't consider that. Thank you for reminding me, Wu Ming!"

Seeing this, Wu Ming immediately knew that these three were clearly under too much pressure and had lost their composure.

His heart grew even more solemn. "Could the divine path in this world be so powerful?"

He didn't say much at the time. After a few casual remarks, the group lost the desire to continue and dejectedly returned to their rooms to sleep.

Night fell.

Dark clouds obscured the sun. The county town was under curfew, and in ancient times, it was hard to see even a flicker of light. Between midnight and dawn, the world was pitch black.

Inside the room, Wu Ming lay down fully clothed, his breathing even and long, barely perceptible. A faint, soft glow emanated from his face, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

The Spirit Turtle Qi Cultivation Technique was active within him, reaching a state of perfection. Even in his sleep, he was making progress.

"Gulp!"

At this moment, the window moved. In the darkness, something seemed to slip in.

It rolled around the room before transforming into a human shape. Its fingernails were sharp, and it lunged towards the bed.

Bang!

Just as the dark green fingernails were about to touch Wu Ming's clothes, a layer of golden light suddenly appeared, illuminating the entire room.

"Ah!"

The figure let out a high-pitched, piercing scream. Its disheveled hair revealed a green face and fangs, a terrifyingly ferocious visage. It stared in horror at the golden light emanating from Wu Ming and tried to retreat.

"There really are ghosts?"

Wu Ming opened his eyes and watched calmly. His eye twitched again. "I don't offend others, yet they offend me. Good! Very good!"

Without further ado, he threw a talisman, sticking it to the doorframe. The entire surface of the room seemed to flash with a magnificent light, like crystal, like an impenetrable wall. The ghost, formless and elusive, crashed into it and let out a scream, being repelled.

"This is a ghost being controlled by someone?!"

A flicker of eagerness appeared in Wu Ming's eyes. In a moment, he leaped from the bed like a tiger descending a mountain. With a roar, he threw a punch. His True Qi stirred the air, creating a gust within the room.

"Screech!"

The ghost's thin form was like paper. Facing Wu Ming's punch, it drifted backward, like a small boat in a raging sea, unable to capsize despite the towering waves.

However, seeing Wu Ming's strong vital energy and yang, it dared not approach and repeatedly slammed against the window and the door.

"Tsk tsk... As expected... If one's martial arts haven't reached the Innate realm, and their essence, energy, and spirit aren't condensed into one, it can only protect the body but not harm these formless beings, right?"

Martial artists possess strong vital energy and yang. If their hearts are fearless, ordinary ghosts naturally cannot get close. However, at this stage, it could only offer self-protection.

But upon reaching the Innate realm, or even cultivating Gang Qi, their moves would incorporate essence, energy, and spirit, and the resulting punch could even injure fierce ghosts and malevolent spirits!

However, Wu Ming was only at the peak of the True Qi Realm. His essence, energy, and spirit were still a sliver away from final condensation, hence this effect.

"Martial artists before the sixth level of the Body Refinement Realm, if they want to deal with ghosts, have only one way..."

Wu Ming flicked his finger, pricking his fingernail on his index finger, squeezing out a drop of blood as bright and translucent as agate. He flung it towards the ghost, which was baring its fangs and claws, seemingly playing with him mockingly.

Bang!

A red flash streaked through the punch, passing through the ghost's chest.

"Ah!"

The ghost let out a scream, a large hole appearing in its chest. Its form flickered and dispersed. Terror even appeared in its pupils. It quickly slammed against the window, like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

"Even ordinary people, by biting their tongues and using their vital blood, the place of lesser yang, have the ability to ward off ghosts. Martial artists even more so... To deal with this ghost, even the vital blood from the tip of the tongue isn't necessary; ordinary blood is enough... Of course, it must be a martial artist in their prime. If they are heavily injured, or if their heart harbors fear, and their essence, energy, and spirit cannot unite and integrate into the blood, then it won't have much effect..."

Wu Ming made another note.

"What's wrong?"

Shan Lan's startled cry came from outside, followed by a clear and resonant sword hum.

Clearly, this commotion had alerted the others nearby.

Wu Ming saw this and lost any desire to experiment. He drew his peach wood sword and, with a few slashes, the fierce ghost let out a scream and dissipated. Strands of black mist slowly dissolved under the golden light.

"What happened?"

A few breaths later, Shan Lan and Ling Guhong's voices could be heard from inside.

Wu Ming opened the door and even saw the scholar Lin Qizhi emerging from his room. It was clear that in this mission world, none of them could completely relax, and they became vigilant at the slightest disturbance.

"An uninvited guest disturbed my peaceful slumber, but it's nothing..."

Wu Ming had naturally cleaned up all the unsightly things by now. His clothes were neat, and his expression was calm, giving Shan Lan and Ling Guhong a sense of unfathomable depth.

"You... where are you going?"

Seeing Wu Ming walk towards the courtyard exit, Shan Lan couldn't help but ask.

"Naturally, to return the favor!"

A cold glint flashed in Wu Ming's eyes as he sneered.

If he didn't retaliate, did they really think he was made of soft mud? Moreover, the immediate attack after the quest was released made Wu Ming start to connect the dots.

Judging by this ghost, the person controlling it from behind is clearly not very powerful. They can't even be considered a cultivator. At most, they're a rogue sorcerer who's learned a few ghost manipulation techniques...

And... they're not too far away...

Wu Ming leaped onto the wall like a nimble cat, a cold expression on his face...

"Ah... my little ghost... my little ghost is destroyed!"

Just before, when Wu Ming was killing the ghost, not far from the inn, in a small courtyard, inside a side room, a man with a horse-like face let out a scream, blood flowing from his nostrils. His muscles twitched, and cold sweat poured down him as if he were enduring immense pain.

"That... that damned bastard, to actually destroy my little ghost... Ahhh... This hatred is irreconcilable! I wish his entire family a terrible end!"

After gasping for breath, the horse-faced man struggled to his feet, his face pale, his eyes filled with bone-chilling hatred.

Nearby, Tu Yanghao and another member of the Blood Oath Alliance also looked grim. "Ma Lao San... we all know your capabilities. It seems the other party has a capable individual this time..."

Tu Yanghao glanced around again, causing the bodies of a few trembling newcomers to shudder. "We can't stay here. We need to leave immediately!"

The county town had strict laws, and in this world, there were gods and ghosts. This was especially taboo.

Not to mention, the entire Black Platform County was effectively under the jurisdiction of the City God. Although the county town was vast, with tens of thousands of people, they might not notice this place, but it was still troublesome.

"My little ghost..."

Ma Lao San wailed, heartbroken as if he had lost a son.

"I've told you long ago... this kind of ghost manipulation technique, feeding the ghost with your own body, harms yourself before it harms others, and it has backlash. It's far inferior to the orthodox Five Ghosts Spiritual Power of the Xuanmen sect... This might also be an opportunity. Abandon this petty technique early and switch to a new one!"

A young man standing next to Tu Yanghao spoke up.

When he wasn't speaking, he looked ordinary, like any common person. But now, as he spoke, his words were extremely organized, and he seemed to possess a certain authority that made even Tu Yanghao dare not interrupt. Ma Lao San nodded repeatedly in agreement.

But after nodding, Ma Lao San gave a wry smile.

Of course, he wanted to cultivate the orthodox Xuanmen techniques, but how expensive were such methods? Take the Five Ghosts Transport Method of the Xuanmen sect, for example. It was a supreme spiritual power that encompassed ghost capturing, ghost raising, altars, sacrifices, ghost food, incantations, and more. It allowed one to control summoned ghosts as if they were extensions of their own body, possessing immense power with no risk of backlash. However, its price was terrifyingly high, a full two hundred Great Merits! In the Main God Hall's exchange system, that would require a staggering two thousand two hundred Small Merits. He couldn't afford it even if he sold himself.

Not to mention, after purchasing the techniques, one would still need accompanying magical artifacts, a place to raise ghosts, and finally, one would have to capture powerful ghosts themselves. All these miscellaneous expenses would easily add up to over three thousand Small Merits!

With the wealth he had accumulated from his previous reincarnation missions, he had already exhausted his savings by exchanging for the Ghost Feeding Technique. He didn't even dare to dream of anything else.

Just then, the young man continued, "Of course... I also know that your cultivation is not easy. After this incident, I can lend you some merits. Consider this a breaking and rebuilding. If you survive this great calamity, you will have future blessings!"

"Thank you, Young Master Zheng, thank you, Young Master Zheng!"

In the Main God Hall, being able to borrow merits was like receiving a life-saving grace. Ma Lao San was so grateful that tears streamed down his face, and he repeatedly bowed in thanks. He secretly thought, This Young Master Zheng Qian is rumored to have a significant background. His brother holds a high position in the Blood Oath Alliance, and even Boss Tu has to treat him with caution...

He harbored a thought of latching onto a powerful patron.

He glanced at Tu Yanghao's expression again. Seeing that it was calm and not overly displeased, he secretly made up his mind.

"But Old Tu, you were right earlier. We can't stay here. Let's hurry and leave!"

Zheng Qian nodded slightly upon seeing that Ma Lao San had been subdued.

Those who could survive several missions in the Main God Hall were not ordinary people.

Although this Ma Lao San lacked ambition and had a vulgar appearance, his fate was tied to the Yin. Being able to cultivate ghost-raising techniques made him a talent of sorts, neither too great nor too small.

Although he was protected by his brother, and no one dared to bully him for the time being, the Main God Hall was incredibly terrifying. Even the Blood Oath Alliance was merely a struggling ant. Naturally, he needed to make more preparations and strengthen his own power.