The Strong Make the Rules

One hundred living people?

To moisten her throat?

Zheng Que was stunned. He practiced the Ghost Controlling Technique, and this Female Hanging Ghost was his ghost servant.

But right now, the tone in which this Female Hanging Ghost spoke... anyone who didn't know better would think she was the master!

Furthermore, she had just promised never to harm anyone again, and in the blink of an eye, she was demanding one hundred living people to moisten her throat?

Thinking of this, Zheng Que immediately frowned. This Female Hanging Ghost was not being honest at all!

If he were to drag her into the Underworld again now, she might act timid, swear oaths, and appear extremely submissive while inside, but once she came out, she would likely still refuse to obey him as her master.

To deal with such an unruly character, the simplest way to gain complete control was to beat her into submission!

Therefore, Zheng Que looked at the bossy Female Hanging Ghost before him and replied calmly, "The weak are prey to the strong. Only the strong have the right to set conditions."

"If you can defeat me, let alone one hundred living people as a snack, even one thousand or ten thousand would be no problem!"

"But if you lose, there won't be a single living person, and from now on, you must obediently listen to whatever I tell you to do! How about it?"

The Female Hanging Ghost glanced at him sideways and gave a cold laugh, replying without hesitation, "The weak are prey to the strong—that is an excellent idea! But you human brat, don't you dare go back on your word!"

Zheng Que replied indifferently, "I am a cultivator of the righteous path. I have always conducted myself with integrity and kept my word. Why would I deceive a mere ghost servant like you?"

"The idea was mine, so I will certainly abide by it."

"However, this battle is a fight between master and servant. There is no need to fight to the death, so we shall stop once we have made our point; no lethal blows."

"We will set a time limit of one quarter of an hour. Whoever is still standing when the time is up shall be the winner."

As he spoke, he sliced open his palm and smeared his spiritual blood onto his fists.

The Female Hanging Ghost's most formidable method was that rope that would suddenly appear and hang him in mid-air.

However, she was terrified of the yang energy within his spiritual blood; this was her weakness.

He had been able to defeat her earlier while knowing nothing about her, and now that he knew his opponent, he could naturally defeat her a second time!

At this moment, yin energy surged from the Female Hanging Ghost, filling the room like black smoke and causing the temperature to plummet. Her long hair moved without wind, and her pale dress fluttered violently as if she were ready to strike. Her crimson eyes were fixed intently on Zheng Que, and with a surge of malice, she said impatiently, "No problem! This lady agrees!"

"Can we start now?"

Zheng Que immediately replied, "Start!"

As he spoke, he pressed one of his blood-smeared fists against the side of his neck to prevent the sudden appearance of the hemp rope from hanging him, and the very next moment...

Bang!

Zheng Que did not see anything clearly before a heavy punch landed square on his face. His nose felt sour and numb, stars danced before his eyes, and in the sudden wave of dizziness, he stumbled back two steps against his will and collapsed to the floor. His gaze was unfocused and blank as he stared ahead, his mind momentarily stunned by the blow.

The Female Hanging Ghost showed no mercy. Without using any special techniques, she stepped forward quickly and delivered two more kicks directly to Zheng Que.

Clatter, bang...

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Que was beaten to the ground.

Only then did he finally regain his senses.

It was still broad daylight!

How had this Female Hanging Ghost suddenly become so powerful?

Before he could think further, the Female Hanging Ghost grabbed him by the hair and unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks upon his head and face.

As her pale skirt fluttered, a chilling wind rose, and her attacks rained down like a violent storm. Zheng Que hurriedly covered his head with both hands and curled into a ball.

Thud, thud, thud... Bang, bang, bang...

For a time, Zheng Que was beaten into a state where he had no power to fight back.

The fact that he did not scream out loud was already a testament to his strong willpower!

"Human brat! Of those ten thousand living people, I want virgin boys and girls!"

"Remember, these are all things you, this human brat, offered to me voluntarily out of flattery and sycophancy!"

"I do not like killing, so you will have to do it yourself, wash them clean, and deliver them to my mouth!"

"Therefore, the deaths of those ten thousand people are entirely your doing, human brat, and have nothing to do with me!"

The Female Hanging Ghost spoke triumphantly. She stepped hard on Zheng Que's back, and at the thought of the endless supply of snacks to come, she could not help but feel invigorated, causing her to stomp down even harder.

Just at this moment, Zheng Que suddenly let out a low shout: "Return!"

The next moment, the Female Hanging Ghost involuntarily transformed into a streak of blood-red light and was drawn into Zheng Que's palm by the Ghost Controlling Technique.

The room, which had been very noisy just a moment ago, fell into a silence so profound one could hear a pin drop.

Zheng Que, who had been beaten to the floor, climbed up looking disheveled and dirty. His clothes were in disarray, his hair was a mess, and his face was covered in bruises and dust. He was black and blue all over, and every part of him ached. His nose was particularly miserable—painful and sour—with a small stream of blood trickling down, dripping onto his lapels and staining them, making him look truly wretched.

Fortunately, the Female Hanging Ghost honored their agreement, and constrained by the Ghost Controlling Technique, she could not deal a lethal blow. His injuries were all superficial; aside from the intense pain, there was nothing serious.

Following this, Zheng Que gripped his left hand, which had suppressed the Female Hanging Ghost, tightly and stood quietly in the room.

Time passed, and a quarter of an hour went by quickly. He looked around the inner chamber where he now stood alone, and a satisfied smile broke across his face.

He had won this battle!

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Zheng Que finally unclenched his tightly gripped palm. The next moment, a streak of blood-red light darted out, transforming into a young girl with long hair and white robes in mid-air.

After the Female Hanging Ghost appeared, she did not hesitate for a second and immediately prepared to strike again, but she saw Zheng Que say with a solemn expression, "The quarter-hour is up."

"I was the only one standing at the end."

"You lost!"

Hearing this, the Female Hanging Ghost was stunned. It took her quite a while to snap out of it, and she immediately pointed at Zheng Que, furious. "This doesn't count! You human brat, you cheated just now!"

Zheng Que's expression remained calm as he replied with complete seriousness, "Before the battle, the rules were stated clearly. I did not violate any of them."

"A win is a win."

"A loss is a loss."

"Anything else is just an excuse."

"According to our prior agreement, you get none of the living people you wanted, and from this moment on, you must do whatever I tell you to do!"

"The first thing I want you to do now is to go and capture ten thousand Resentful Souls for me to serve as my ghost servants!"

The Female Hanging Ghost stared blankly at Zheng Que, unable to process what was happening for a moment.

That lord in the Underworld had just said that this human brat was kind-hearted, possessed high moral integrity, and was as pure as jade and as steadfast as a pine...

It was precisely because of that that she had believed this human brat's words, but now... how could the other party be so treacherous and cunning?

And so utterly shameless!?