This Female Ghost Possesses Great Fortune!

Snap!

Qing Li bit through the Water Ghost's neck instantly. Its Yin Energy vanished in an instant, like snow meeting the sun.

Zheng Que was stunned. He did not control Qing Li's head; she had moved on her own—or rather, she had moved her head on her own!

His thoughts raced as he looked at the Water Ghost he had hoisted into mid-air. Under his control, the hemp rope around its neck tightened rapidly. Like a rope saw, it severed the Water Ghost's entire neck in the blink of an eye.

The moment the head fell, the Yin Energy in its shell dissipated. As the headless corpse plummeted, both the head and the body turned into clear water, quickly merging into the well and disappearing.

Zheng Que pulled both arms back from the well. His right hand brought up a girl on the verge of death, while his left hand gripped a Water Ghost with a blurred face.

The girl's face was pale, her body soaked through. Her eyes were tightly shut; she had already lost consciousness.

The Water Ghost was still struggling desperately, its brow filled with malice. However, once it left the well water, its strength diminished significantly—it was not even as strong as a normal second-tier Tongue-Pulling Hell ghost—and it could not break free from Zheng Que's grip at all.

Zheng Que quickly placed the girl on the ground, then repeated his previous tactic. The hemp rope dropped from mid-air, instantly tightening around the neck of the last remaining Water Ghost.

The rope tightened, hoisting the Water Ghost up like a sandbag suspended in thin air. Zheng Que's fist smashed fiercely toward the Water Ghost.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After three consecutive punches, the Water Ghost's head tilted to the side, and its entire skull fell from its neck.

The Yin Energy wrapped around its body seemed to have triggered some mechanism, beginning to dissipate rapidly.

The Water Ghost's shell turned into clear water and sank into the muddy ground.

In the blink of an eye, all three remaining Water Ghosts had been dealt with!

Zheng Que took a deep breath. There were four Water Ghosts in total, all second-tier Tongue-Pulling Hell entities. Under normal circumstances, he would have struggled immensely even against just one of them. But under the effects of the Spirit Descent Technique, these ghosts were no match for him at all.

More importantly, during the Spirit Descent, he could directly injure ghosts without needing to use spirit blood!

The Spirit Descent Technique was truly useful!

As he pondered, Zheng Que looked at the unconscious girl lying on the ground.

The girl had a sturdy frame and slightly thick lips, her appearance quite similar to Cui Fugui. She was none other than Cui Fugui's daughter, Cui Ni'er. Her chest was no longer rising and falling, and she lay motionless; her condition was clearly critical.

Zheng Que understood that although he had rescued Cui Ni'er from the well, she had been drowning for some time. By his estimation, she had already stopped breathing. If he didn't provide emergency treatment immediately, she would likely not make it.

He quickly walked to Cui Ni'er's side, pushed her body into a side-lying position, and channeled a wisp of Spirit Power into her body to draw out the well water she had inhaled.

"Cough, cough, cough... cough, cough..."

Soon, Cui Ni'er erupted into a violent fit of coughing, spitting out clear water mixed with mucus from the corner of her mouth. Her breathing and heartbeat gradually recovered.

Zheng Que observed from the side, confirming that she was no longer in life-threatening danger, before speaking to the person behind him: "Uncle Cui, there were four Water Ghosts causing trouble this time, but they have all been dealt with."

"Your daughter is fine now. She just needs to get some good rest..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly noticed that Cui Fugui had collapsed on the ground at some point and was completely unconscious.

Zheng Que frowned and immediately stood up to check on Cui Fugui. After a brief examination, he discovered that Cui Fugui was fine; it seemed he had simply fainted from the shock of what just happened.

Zheng Que turned his head to look at the head of Qing Li resting on his shoulder and said, "Qing Li, he fainted because of you."

Qing Li let out a cold snort. Just as she was about to retort, Zheng Que had already cast a strange and complex hand seal.

The Spirit Descent Technique was dispelled in an instant.

Qing Li tumbled from Zheng Que's shoulder like a ripe fruit. As she regained her form in mid-air, the Yin Energy surrounding her body had thinned significantly. The Female Hanging Ghost was now incredibly weak and could not utter a single word.

Zheng Que did not delay, immediately casting the Ghost Controlling Technique to draw her into his palm.

Following that, he carried Cui Fugui and his daughter into the house one by one.

He found a carrying pole to replace the door latch that had been kicked off. After securing the courtyard gate, Zheng Que climbed over the wall and left.

The golden crow sank into the west, and the glow of dusk plated the entire town in a layer of thin gold.

As twilight descended, Zheng Que returned to his home and shut the door behind him.

He walked to the bedside and sat down, habitually placing his shoes one right-side up and one upside down, before immediately beginning his cultivation.

Having just slain four Water Ghosts, he needed to quickly boost Qing Li's cultivation.

As his cultivation technique circulated, the amount of Yin Energy he inhaled into his body grew.

When he opened his eyes again, Zheng Que saw the familiar Underworld.

The Life and Death Book was, as before, continuously absorbing the black mist emerging from between his brows.

Zheng Que looked at the scroll before him, where four new names had appeared.

"...He Dazhu. Native place: Tu Prefecture, Great Li Dynasty... Lifespan: seven years, eight months, and two days. Drowned at the third quarter of the Yin hour."

"...Li Gen'er. Native place: Tu Prefecture, Great Li Dynasty... Lifespan: eight years, eleven months, and twenty-seven days. Drowned at the start of the Chou hour."

"...Liu Ya. Native place: Tu Prefecture, Great Li Dynasty... Lifespan: nine years, four months, and fifteen days. Drowned at the start of the Mao hour."

"...Hu Ernv. Native place: Tu Prefecture, Great Li Dynasty... Lifespan: nine years, six months exactly. Drowned at the first quarter of the Shen hour."

Looking at the records of these four names, Zheng Que nodded slightly.

He found the appearances and voices of these four Water Ghosts somewhat familiar.

Thinking back on it now, it seems those few children he caught a glimpse of in the corner of his eye on the way home were exactly the ones he saw the day he successfully became an apprentice.

At the time, those four Water Ghosts had been standing outside the courtyard wall of Zhao the Second's home. They hadn't appeared for the next few days, but their appearance at the Cui residence this time meant they had likely taken a liking to the Cui family's well, which led to everything that just happened...

Thinking of this, Zheng Que did not delay and immediately released Qing Li.

He opened his palm, and a bloody light escaped, landing in the hall to reveal the figure of the Female Hanging Ghost.

Just like the previous times she had been brought in, Qing Li stood there with a dazed expression and unfocused eyes.

Zheng Que moved quickly, immediately raising his palm—marked with the character "Command"—and aiming it at Qing Li.

The next moment, within Zheng Que's field of vision, the Yin Energy on Qing Li, which had originally been calm, began to churn as if boiling. Then, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, it surged violently!

The rampant Yin Energy wrapped around the white-clad, black-haired Female Hanging Ghost, spinning rapidly until it transformed into a massive, funnel-like vortex in the blink of an eye.

Qing Li's originally muddled consciousness cleared instantly. Upon discovering she had appeared in the Underworld, she immediately knelt and bowed: "This... this humble woman pays her respects to you, my lord!"

As she spoke, she suddenly realized that her power was growing!

Her heart was filled with joy.

It seemed it had been the same last time; as long as she finished off another ghost, the lord in the hall would bestow that ghost's Yin Energy upon her!

She truly was blessed with great fortune!

Hmph!

That human brat is truly lazy!

As a cultivator, he doesn't properly slay ghosts, delaying this lady's cultivation advancement. It is simply rebellious; he deserves to be sent to the Eighteen Levels of Hell!

Suppressing the excitement in her heart, Qing Li hurriedly kowtowed: "Thank you, my lord! Thank you, my lord!"

"My lord is discerning and insightful, of noble character and high integrity, impartial and upright, righteous and incorruptible, a paragon of justice..."

For a moment, Qing Li's flattery flowed like a tide, but the words she used were exactly the same as last time.

Zheng Que listened for a long while and quickly concluded that when it came to buttering people up, Qing Li only knew these few phrases...