This Commoner Girl Is a Good Ghost

Walking into his house, Zheng Que latched the door behind him and went straight into the inner room, sitting down by the bed. He first quickly recalled the knowledge his Master had explained that morning, then looked up at Qing Li, who was already hanging from the crossbeam.

The next moment, he cast Ghost Controlling Technique, drawing Qing Li into his palm.

In the simple room, only his figure remained.

Zheng Que did not delay any longer and immediately began to cultivate.

As the technique circulated, wisps of cold energy seeped into his body. His complexion turned pale bit by bit, and the spiritual power in his Qi Sea gradually increased.

After a long while, Zheng Que opened his eyes to find himself in the dilapidated Wide Hall.

The Life and Death Book lay open on the mottled long table before him, continuously absorbing the gurgling black energy emerging from between his brows.

Seeing that he had arrived at the Underworld, Zheng Que immediately focused his gaze on the Life and Death Book.

"...Zheng Que. Native of: Changfu Town, Taiping County, Tu Prefecture, Great Li Dynasty. Lifespan: sixteen years, seven months, and ten days, passing away at Hai Hour."

The record had not changed; he had only four days of lifespan remaining.

Time was too tight; he had to accelerate the improvement of his strength...

With his mind made up, Zheng Que immediately spread his fingers and utilized Ghost Controlling Technique...

Whoosh!

A streak of blood-colored light darted out rapidly, but as it flew to the hall floor, it seemed to suddenly lose all its strength and collapsed to the ground.

The blood-colored light transformed into the white-clothed, black-haired Female Hanging Ghost—it was Qing Li.

At this moment, she was just as she had been the first time she entered this place: her head slightly bowed, long hair draped over her cheeks. Through the gaps in her hair, one could see her expression was dull, her eyes vacant, and she stood there foolishly, as if she possessed no consciousness.

After a long while, Qing Li seemed to regain her senses bit by bit. Upon discovering that she had inexplicably arrived at the Underworld, she hurriedly knelt down with a "thud." Changing from the overbearing attitude she showed in front of Zheng Que, she shouted with a trembling voice: "I, this commoner woman is innocent!"

"This commoner woman never asked that human cultivator to prepare one hundred living people for me to soothe my throat!"

"This commoner woman is devoted to goodness, has been a vegetarian for years, and has never eaten anyone!"

"This commoner woman is a good ghost who only does good deeds..."

Listening to Qing Li's transparent sophistry, Zheng Que remained silent, observing her intently.

In the empty Wide Hall, the sound of thumping kowtows echoed repeatedly. Qing Li lay on the ground, trembling with fear while continuing to chatter and lie through her teeth, pushing all the blame onto the human cultivator and painting herself as a pure, ascetic, virtuous, cautious, and flawless good ghost...

Zheng Que pondered to himself. This Female Hanging Ghost had now developed intelligence, yet upon entering the Underworld, she still experienced a period of disorientation just like last time.

He did not know the reason for this, but this situation actually made it easier for him to hide his identity and prevent her from noticing anything unusual.

Beyond that, he had already activated Spirit Eye Technique, keeping a constant watch on the Yin Energy emanating from Qing Li.

According to Master's explanation today, Qing Li's initial cultivation was at the first level of Tongue-Pulling Hell. Later, after absorbing the Yin Energy of a Call-Sound Ghost, she reached the third level of Tongue-Pulling Hell.

And this time, he and Qing Li had joined forces to slay Old Lady Zhao, who was at the fourth level of Tongue-Pulling Hell. This was the perfect opportunity to test whether Qing Li could absorb Old Lady Zhao's Yin Energy.

It's not quite the same as with the Call-Sound Ghost; this time, the one who dealt the final blow to Old Lady Zhao wasn't me, but Qing Li.

If Qing Li can absorb Old Lady Zhao's Yin Energy, it means that as long as a ghost's name is recorded in the Life and Death Book, its Yin Energy will also be swallowed by the Underworld.

If Qing Li shows no change, then in the future, I might have to personally land the killing blow on every ghost...

Thinking this, Zheng Que noticed that ever since Qing Li appeared in the hall, the Yin Energy on her body had remained perfectly stable, showing no signs of increasing.

He immediately furrowed his brows. After thinking it over carefully, he realized that a step seemed to have been missed this time...

Thus, while Qing Li was kneeling on the ground, trembling and not daring to lift her head, Zheng Que immediately reached out again. He aimed his palm, marked with the character "Order," directly at Qing Li.

Sure enough!

The next moment, in Zheng Que's field of vision, the Yin Energy on Qing Li's body suddenly began to surge rapidly. The already dim hall seemed to be swept by a silent, turbulent wind. Yin Energy swarmed in from nowhere, filling the hall and forming a floating lake of black mist that poured rapidly into Qing Li's body.

The Female Hanging Ghost, already wreathed in Yin Energy, saw her long hair whipping wildly in an instant. As her skirt fluttered, her aura skyrocketed!

At this moment, Qing Li clearly sensed the anomaly, but since the one on the throne had not spoken, she dared not make a single move. She didn't even dare to look up to gauge his expression, maintaining her submissive posture, completely motionless.

"Th-thank you, my Lord!"

"My Lord is discerning and brilliant, possessing high integrity and upright character, fair and impartial, a beacon of justice and righteousness..."

Qing Li unleashed a torrent of flattery in an instant, speaking hurriedly. The Yin Energy on her body grew thicker and thicker, gradually climbing toward the fourth level of Tongue-Pulling Hell.

Watching this scene, Zheng Que felt reassured. Last time, after Qing Li entered the Underworld, he had used the Ghost Controlling Technique to issue an attack command, which was when she had suddenly gained intelligence.

It appeared now that simply bringing Qing Li into the Underworld was not enough for her to gain any power.

To have her inherit the power here, he had to issue a command first... or to be precise, not a command, but rather display the "Order" character on his palm.

Having roughly figured out the situation, Zheng Que nodded slightly. To maintain his stature within the Underworld, he said nothing, waiting until the Yin Energy on Qing Li stopped growing before using the Ghost Controlling Technique once more to draw her back into his palm.

As the black mist between his brows grew thinner and finally dissipated without a trace, the surrounding scene rippled like a reflection. In the blink of an eye, Zheng Que had returned to his humble dwelling.

Outside the window, the sky had already darkened. Sparse stars cast a pale glow, vaguely outlining the contours of the small town.

It had been afternoon when he started his cultivation, and now, it was already night.

Zheng Que withdrew his gaze from the window and released his hand. A streak of crimson light escaped from his palm, transforming into the white-clad, black-haired Female Hanging Ghost.

Qing Li's body was brimming with vigorous Yin Energy, her aura powerful; she had clearly reached the fourth level of Tongue-Pulling Hell. The entire room plummeted in temperature because of her presence, as if falling into an ice cellar. Such momentum was even a cut above that of Old Lady Zhao.

Looking at this, Zheng Que understood that Qing Li had absorbed all of Old Lady Zhao's Yin Energy.

If there were no surprises, he could continue to slay ghosts in this manner, allowing Qing Li to grow stronger and stronger!

The calamity in four days—who knew what it would be?

Before that, the stronger Qing Li was, the better!