Altar Master's Vengeful Ghost?

Song Shuhang remained calm. He activated the True Self Meditation Scripture, spreading his mental energy to create a 'reconnaissance' effect. Even when he couldn't see, he still had this half-baked mental 'reconnaissance' technique to rely on, preventing himself from falling into a completely passive position.

At the same time, he quickly reached into his pockets, his left hand holding a 'Sword Talisman' and his right hand holding a 'Evil-Repelling Talisman'. Ever since he had that strange dream yesterday, he had been carrying two sets of the three Talisman Treasure with him, just in case.

"Even if I don't enter the Reincarnation and am forever condemned to become a ghost... I will haunt you for life after life!" Overwhelming hatred surged towards Song Shuhang, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

That's definitely the Altar Master's voice!

Was it the hatred and curse he harbored at the moment of his death that caused the Altar Master to transform into a ghost and seek revenge?

How ridiculous! He's not afraid of a living Altar Master, so why would he be afraid of a dead Altar Master?

"Since it's a vengeful spirit... Break!" Song Shuhang pinched the 'Evil-Repelling Talisman' and shouted softly. The violent spiritual power transformed into a hurricane, sweeping across the space within dozens of meters around him!

Within this hurricane of spiritual energy, all unclean spirits and Evil Energy will be torn apart and vanished without a trace by the power of the hurricane!

The darkness that had been obscuring Song Shuhang's eyes vanished instantly, and the hateful cries of the altar Altar Master also disappeared at the same time.

Song Shuhang's eyes regained their brightness, and then he saw a ghost-like figure floating five meters directly above him—it was the Altar Master. A hurricane of spiritual energy howled and swept over the ghost's body, but... the ghost was unharmed!

You should know that the power of the 'Evil-Repelling Talisman' can easily tear apart a Ghost General equivalent to Second-Grade Cultivator!

"Can it withstand the Evil-Repelling Talisman head-on?" Song Shuhang quickly gripped the Sword Talisman, secretly locking onto the Altar Master's ghost.

At this moment, the ghost of the Altar Master opened his eyes, which were empty and expressionless—it had no intelligence whatsoever.

After the spiritual hurricane dissipated, the spirit of the Altar Master was no longer bound. With a shriek, it reached out its claws and pounced on Song Shuhang. Its attack was like that of a wild beast, completely without any strategy or method.

"Foundation Fist Form Three!" Song Shuhang held the 'Sword Talisman' in one hand, ready to activate it at any moment. With his other hand, he formed Dragon Claw, striking the Altar Master's ghostly claws with claw against claw.

He didn't immediately use the 'Sword Talisman' —in his reconnaissance state, the 'Altar Master Ghost' he saw appeared to be in a rather strange state.

Bang! Bang!

The two claws of the ghost and the human collided, producing a heavy thud. Song Shuhang involuntarily took two steps back.

The ghost of the Altar Master also tumbled three times in the void before regaining its footing.

"Very weak!" Song Shuhang realized that the Altar Master's ghost was still newly born and extremely weak! Its strength was comparable to his own, who was still in the Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment and Heart Aperture. In fact... it was even weaker!

More importantly, the ghost of the Altar Master seemed to lack consciousness and attacked him instinctively, like a wild beast.

"Screech!" The ghost of the Altar Master shrieked and charged at Song Shuhang again. Just like the first attack, it was another ghostly claw strike.

"Basic Fist Technique, number one!" This time, Song Shuhang chose to fight claws with his fist. His right fist blasted out like a heavy cannon while he silently recited the boxing manual.

Having practiced so many times, he could now combine the boxing manual and techniques at will.

When this punch was thrown, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was drawn in and pressed down on Song Shuhang's fist.

He had just finished three rounds of cultivation at the Medicine Master's residence, so his body's essence, energy, and spirit were not particularly abundant. However, when he was in a state of drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he had no problem unleashing one or two moves.

Boom!

Claw and fist collided, and this time, the entire arm of the Altar Master's ghost was shattered by Song Shuhang, turning into particles and dissipating into the air.

However... the ghost of the Altar Master felt no pain at all; the shattering of the ghost claw had no effect on it whatsoever. In fact, the shattered ghost claw actually deflected the impact of Song Shuhang's punch!

The ghostly Altar Master screamed and pounced on Song Shuhang. He opened his mouth, revealing sharp ghostly fangs, and bit down on Song Shuhang's neck. If the bite landed, Shuhang's neck would be torn open.

Tomorrow's news and newspapers will likely feature headlines like, "Terrifying! Man Suspects Encountering Apocalyptic Zombies!"

"Completely lacking in combat experience... Using ordinary thugs for practice is ultimately different from fighting between cultivators." Song Shuhang sighed inwardly.

The Altar Master's reborn ghost was clearly much weaker than himself, yet with his frenzied attacks, he easily cornered him!

"A!" he called out softly, and a Talisman Treasure in his other hand lit up.

Click!

The Altar Master bit into a thin layer of light armor, but instead of breaking through it, it knocked out one of its sharp ghostly fangs.

However... the ghost of the Altar Master was mindless, still clinging to Song Shuhang's body, constantly opening its mouth to bite the light armor on his neck, like a mad dog.

"It's over." Song Shuhang softly, "Basic Fist Technique, part two!"

The fists flew like meteors, each punch carrying the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and in an instant, more than twenty punches struck the ghost of the Altar Master.

The ghost of the Altar Master was completely unaware of how to dodge and took the full force of the twenty-odd punches like a target. Its body was instantly blasted to pieces and slowly turned into particles.

Even in its final moments before disappearing, it still clung ferociously and defiantly to Song Shuhang's armor...

The armor glowed faintly, yet it was unbreakable.

Even the most powerful attack unleashed by the Altar Master in his lifetime could not break through the defense of this 'Armor Talisman'. Not to mention the ghost he became after death due to resentment and curse.

Song Shuhang exhaled a breath of air and stood there in silence for a long time.

He then sighed deeply and headed towards Jiangnan University Town without looking back.

This time... surely the Altar Master is all dead by now? Even his ghost is gone; he shouldn't be coming looking for him anymore, right?

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My roommates haven't come back yet, and it looks like they're not planning to come back today.

Song Shuhang turned on his computer and, as usual, logged into the Nine Provinces Number One Group.

The group chat was very lively today.

Shuhang scrolled up the history.

First, the Medicine Master came online and started the conversation. "Has anyone in the group been searching for that Mysterious Island in the Eastern Sea lately?"

"I was just about to head over, what happened?" Northern River's Loose Cultivator replied. He was the one who had organized the members in the group to go and explore the Mysterious Island.

"We're on our way to the Eastern Sea," a senior with the ID "True Lord Ancient Lake Abbey" said with a smile.

The fact that he can use the title of True Lord indicates that he is Sixth-Grade Spirit Lord, just like True Lord White! However, his seniority in the group is the same as that of the Northern River's Loose Cultivator, and he also broke through the Fifth-Grade Realm more than ten years ago and joined the Sixth-Grade.

"You want to go visit Gu Hu too? I've already arrived near the Eastern Sea, but I haven't found that Mysterious Island yet. Let's meet up when you arrive," Mad Saber Three Waves added.

The Drunk Moon Hermit appeared, smiling, "Brother Three Waves, weren't you in seclusion?"

"Hahaha, I've come out of seclusion again, haven't I?" Mad Saber Three Waves laughed heartily—the task of receiving True Lord White had been handed over to young friend Song Shuhang, so why should he remain in seclusion?

Drunk Moon Hermit sent a smiley face and then went offline again.

The Medicine Master's slow typing speed was on full display again. Several senior members had already finished their long chatter before he finally sent his second message: "That Mysterious Island is strange... I have two fellow Daoists and their disciples who just came from that Mysterious Island. However, they have all lost their memories of the Mysterious Island. Only one disciple remembers some fragmented things, but even that memory is incomplete. So, before you head to the Mysterious Island, make sure you are fully prepared."