Gluttonous Ghost

Chapter 10: The Glutton

Whoosh—

Accompanying this clear shout was a brilliant rainbow light in the sky, its dazzling radiance illuminating the surroundings, turning an area of several hundred meters into daylight. Immediately after, a rumbling thunderclap followed!

Finally, a figure descended amidst the lightning and thunder, clad in white, floating gracefully.

"Qi Dian of Linjiang Gate is here. Who dares to act presumptuously?"

CRACK!

With a thunderous boom, Qi Dian made his grand entrance.

"So cool," Yue Wen below couldn't help but exclaim. He truly lived up to his reputation as a disciple of an Immortal Sect. The sheer grandeur of his entrance alone was beyond what rogue cultivators like them could achieve.

Seeing Qi Dian descend amidst a dazzling display of lights, sounds, and electricity, the black-clothed person's eyes flickered with apprehension. He immediately pulled up the large banner planted in the ground and swung it through the air with a roar!

WHOOSH—

The banner stirred up a murky, sinister wind, transforming into a black ribbon that tore through the air, striking towards Qi Dian.

In mid-air, Qi Dian flipped his hand, drawing a long sword. Its cold gleam was clearly not of this world. He unleashed a three-foot sword light, intending to cleave the sinister wind in two!

BOOM!

The sword light collided with the sinister wind and then suddenly trembled and shattered. The sinister wind exploded into a mass of black mist. Without a word, Qi Dian was sent crashing to the ground, landing on his back, dazed and unconscious.

Less than three seconds after his grand entrance.

Qi Dian was utterly defeated.

"So it was all just for show?" Yue Wen covered his face.

Although the scene had been chaotic for a moment, his cultivation allowed him to see clearly. The sinister wind stirred by the black-clothed person carried a chaotic mental attack. Even though Qi Dian's sword light was sharp, the moment it came into contact with the black mist, he lost control of his true qi, his mind clouded. His sword light dissipated, his true qi became unstable, and he was struck down in a single blow. His consciousness was lost.

"Damn it." The black-clothed person was somewhat surprised himself, cursing, "So he's just a nobody." He had been somewhat nervous when the other party arrived so aggressively. There were usually no cultivators guarding the cemetery in the east of the city. He had thought it might be personnel from the Supervision Bureau specifically sent to ambush him. With such meager skills, why the flamboyant entrance?

The black-clothed person raised his hand again, and four black steel needles shot through the air, piercing Qi Dian's four limbs and pinning him to the ground, forming a temporary seal.

"Hmph," he sneered, "Since you're a disciple of an Immortal Sect, I won't kill you in a hurry. Although Linjiang Gate isn't a major sect, it has operated in Jiangcheng for many years and should have considerable assets. I'll tie you up, extort a ransom, then take all your Supernatural Powers and Magic Artifacts, and finally refine you into a corpse puppet. That way, you'll be put to good use, hehehehe..."

Listening to his sinister laughter, Yue Wen could roughly guess the man's background. Qi Dian had called him an evil cultivator upon arrival, and his techniques were related to corpse summoning and soul bewilderment. Combined with his actions, there was no doubt.

The righteous path recognized two types of evil cultivators: one type had cultivation talent but practiced evil techniques that harmed others to gain greater power; the other type lacked cultivation talent but could still tread the path of cultivation by paying certain prices, which often meant falling into depravity. Regardless of the type, both were unacceptable to a harmonious society. They were all desperate individuals who would stop at nothing.

The black-clothed person likely belonged to the former category. Although his methods were sinister and dark, he still appeared human. Such evil cultivators were bound to operate in the shadows, taking on only black market missions to survive. Today, he was probably responsible for helping his boss, Gu, summon corpses here to find the "Zhang Wei" they were looking for.

Yue Wen's mind raced as he considered what to do. If he continued to stand by and watch, the black-clothed person would complete his mission and leave with Qi Dian. He might remain safe if he hid until the end, but Qi Dian would undoubtedly suffer a terrible fate. If he confronted the black-clothed person, he didn't seem to have a sure chance of winning, especially since he had never encountered an evil cultivator before. He was unaware of the opponent's cultivation level or techniques. If he secretly called the Supervision Bureau, there was a high chance of being discovered, and it would take time for them to arrive.

After much thought, Yue Wen's eyes suddenly lit up as he looked at the figure standing in front of him, an idea forming.

After placing a temporary soul seal on Qi Dian to prevent him from waking up, the black-clothed person turned back to face the horde of corpses. The main mission was not yet complete. Even an uninhibited evil cultivator had to fulfill their contracts. Otherwise, losing credibility would mean losing the support of the underground forces. They couldn't survive through legitimate channels, let alone cultivate. In some respects, evil cultivators were more bound by rules than cultivators of the righteous path.

He sent another voice message to the other side: "A righteous cultivator intervened earlier, but I've dealt with them. Do you have any more information about the target?"

The other side quickly sent back a long message, all about "Zhang Wei." Then, they added a postscript: "I hope you act quickly. My patience is limited."

"Don't worry, boss," the black-clothed person vowed. "With so much information, if I still can't pinpoint the target, I'll eat shit!"

Closing his phone, he confidently looked at the five figures standing before him and declared, "Zhang Wei, a virgin dog who graduated from Jiangcheng Institute of Technology, drank too much during military training and urinated publicly under the girls' dormitory, claiming he wanted to show everyone his 'military equipment.' He confessed his love to a girl he liked with a can of fermented herring. He wore stockings in his dorm, took selfies, and sold them online as 'used,' only to find the buyer was his roommate. After graduation, he worked at an antique shop. Before his death, he stole an important item from the shop during overtime hours... Come out!"

With that, he smiled confidently, gazing at the five restless corpses, waiting for the target to reveal himself. Since they had taken several steps forward, these corpses had reached the bottom of the slope, very close to him. He could clearly see the mangled faces of these corpses, as if still bearing the struggle and pain of their deaths – expressions he particularly enjoyed seeing...

Snap, snap.

Before his smile could last long, he saw two corpses step forward together.

"..."

Silence.

A cold wind carrying fallen leaves swept across the hillside. The black-clothed person stared ahead, mouth agape, speechless.

Completely unbelievable.

Huh--?

After a long pause, he stammered, "There are two of them?"

Could there really be two such divine beings in the world?

And they were both named Zhang Wei, and both buried here... He began to doubt if his corpse summoning technique was learned incorrectly.

This was too bizarre!

Fortunately, there were only two corpses. It would be fine to take both back for the employer. However, recalling his earlier boastfulness, the black-clothed person felt a little worried.

Would the employer think he was some kind of glutton?

"Huh?" The bewildered black-clothed person looked back and forth at the two corpses, then suddenly frowned.

One of the corpses wore overalls and had a middle part; its face was unclear. The other was dressed relatively cleanly, head bowed, face obscured. Judging by the general outline, it should be a handsome guy.

His aura was also more dashing than the other corpses.

It was quite striking.

He stared at the handsome corpse that stood out from the crowd of corpses and said with some hesitation, "Was this one here just now?"

While he was pondering, that "corpse" suddenly lifted its head, revealing a face with bright eyes and sword-like eyebrows. It grinned at him, "You have a good memory."

"A living person?!" The black-clothed person was startled and leaped back.

After dealing with corpses for half his life, this was the first time a corpse had scared him.

But it was too late.

The disguised handsome corpse was Yue Wen. He was worried that directly confronting Qi Dian might not be enough, so he had quietly blended in with the "Zhang Weis."

Taking advantage of the forward movement, he closed the distance to the black-clothed person.

And now was the time to strike!

Sword Control Art!

A cold gleam shot out from Yue Wen's wrist instantly. The sword light was like Hou Yi shooting the sun, incredibly fast! If the distance were longer, the black-clothed person might have had a chance to dodge, but they were now less than seven steps apart.

Beyond seven steps, the flying sword is fast.

Within seven steps, the flying sword is both fast and accurate!

Swish--