Killing Ghosts

Along the way, a cool breeze blew, but Qiusheng felt not a shred of panic in the face of the pitch-black night.

It was a joke; he now possessed the cultivation of a late-stage Human Master. Even if he were to run into Ren Weiyong, he felt he could put up a fight, so why would he fear walking at night?

However, tonight was destined to be anything but ordinary.

Halfway through his journey, a thick, white fog suddenly emerged, completely shrouding his figure.

Looking at the sudden appearance of the white mist, a faint smile hung on the corner of Qiusheng's mouth, and he didn't take it to heart.

As for the matter of encountering a ghost, he had already come to view it as a good thing rather than some stroke of bad luck.

There was no helping it; after all, in his eyes, these fellows were all good ghosts here to deliver Exorcism Points, so naturally, he would greet them with a smile.

"Young Master, do you still remember me?"

Amidst an ethereal female voice, a figure in white drifted over.

Qiusheng looked at the woman who had suddenly appeared before him, stunned for a moment, before suddenly remembering who she was.

Was this woman not the very same female ghost who had a brief romantic encounter with Qiusheng in the original plot?

Watching this female ghost suddenly appear before him, Qiusheng's mouth curled upward.

"Miss, when have we ever met? How could I not remember?"

"Young Master, it doesn't matter if you don't remember. This concubine is Xiaoyu. I have met you, Young Master. May I ask your name?"

"Heh, my name is Qiusheng."

"I observe that your form is illusory, Miss, and your body carries an extremely heavy Yin energy. Could it be that you are a ghost?"

Qiusheng pretended not to see through Xiaoyu's true nature and asked softly.

"Young Master, you jest. How could this concubine be a ghost? I am clearly a person of flesh and blood."

As she spoke, Xiaoyu took two quick steps forward, gently grabbed Qiusheng's arm, and moved to press it against her chest.

"Young Master, if you don't believe me, you can touch and see. This concubine has a heartbeat."

Seeing her so bold, daring to pull his hand toward her body without fearing death, the smile on Qiusheng's face immediately grew even brighter.

The moment his palm touched Xiaoyu, he activated Palm Thunder, striking directly at her chest.

Instantly, following Qiusheng's Palm Thunder, Xiaoyu's body shuddered violently; her appearance turned hideous in a flash, and her figure grew faint.

"Ha! Bold evil ghost, daring to show off your petty skills before this one? Prepare to die!"

Seeing his strike land, Qiusheng's body flickered, and he unleashed a punch with Lightning Bolt Fist.

Unexpectedly, Xiaoyu's cultivation was not bad at all. Despite being struck squarely in the chest by his Palm Thunder, she still possessed considerable combat strength.

Her long, jet-black hair turned snow-white in an instant, lashing out to entwine around Qiusheng.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

His fist, wreathed in the power of lightning, smashed hard into the incoming white hair, and Qiusheng remained entirely fearless.

"You stinking Daoist! I intended to repay your kindness for offering incense by giving myself to you, to be a pair of carefree ghost lovers, but since you are so ungrateful, then go to hell!"

Seeing Qiusheng strike without mercy, aiming every blow at her vitals, Xiaoyu roared in a fit of rage.

Following her roar, the Sha Qi on her body surged violently, making Qiusheng's eyelids twitch.

Originally, he had thought that Xiaoyu, who was just a minor character in the original work and easily dealt with by Uncle Nine, would be a walk in the park.

But now that he was truly locked in battle with her, he realized that nothing was as simple as he had imagined.

"Shangqing Dongxuan, capture ghosts and banish demons, a touch of Mystic Dao, break the Sha!"

Seeing that his Lightning Bolt Fist could not break through Xiaoyu's ghostly hair, Qiusheng immediately formed a Dao seal with his hands and threw out an Evil-Breaking Talisman, instantly repelling the hair that Xiaoyu had reinforced with endless Sha Qi.

Qiusheng did not stop there; striking while she was vulnerable, he unleashed Palm Thunder once more, chopping down on Xiaoyu's head and sending it flying.

"Qiusheng, Qiusheng..."

Just as Qiusheng sent her head flying, the eyes on her face, which had been tightly shut, suddenly snapped open, unleashing a soul-snatching technique upon him.

Caught completely off guard, he fell for it instantly.

However, just as Xiaoyu prepared to take the opportunity to drain the Yang energy from Qiusheng's body, a burst of golden light erupted. A seal at Qiusheng's waist suddenly emitted rays of golden radiance, instantly shattering Xiaoyu's soul-snatching technique.

Regaining his senses, Qiusheng broke out in a cold sweat. This had been truly perilous; if he hadn't been carrying a precious treasure, he might well have fallen into Xiaoyu's hands today.

Indeed, the methods of these vengeful spirits and evil ghosts must never be underestimated, or a moment of carelessness would result in a bloody price.

With these thoughts swirling, Qiusheng gripped the Mystic Dao Seal and activated it with all his might.

Immediately, as Qiusheng poured his magic power into it, the sound of a dragon's roar erupted from the Mystic Dao Seal once more. A streak of golden light shot out, circling Xiaoyu's severed head.

"Ah! Spare me, Young Master! I will never dare to trouble you again! Please, do not scatter my soul!"

"Hmph, you evil ghost still dare to beg for mercy? Do you think I don't know? All the ghostly energy and Sha Qi on your body were obtained only by taking human lives."

"For a vicious and cruel ghost like you, the Underworld will not accept you. Only by having your soul scattered can you meet your true end."

As he spoke, Qiusheng leaped forward, unleashing Lightning Bolt Fist once again. This time, he landed blow after blow on Xiaoyu's body, directly reducing her physical form to flying ash.

As her physical body was smashed to pieces, Xiaoyu's head finally could no longer hold on, dissolving into a sky full of flying ash that vanished between heaven and earth.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for slaying a century-old fierce ghost, obtaining three hundred Exorcism Points."

Hearing the system prompt beside his ears, Qiusheng felt a surge of joy in his heart.

This was great; he already had four hundred Exorcism Points on him, and now with another three hundred in hand, wouldn't he be a big spender once again!

"Heh, you said you wanted to repay the kindness of me offering you incense, yet you turned around and tried to take my life. Now that I've scattered your soul to the winds, all our past grievances are officially wiped clean."

Looking at the spot where Xiaoyu had dissipated into smoke, Qiusheng muttered softly.

The reason he went through the trouble of saying all this was simply to put his mind at ease.

After all, his choice to slay Xiaoyu this time was partly because she had indeed killed people, but also because his own selfishness was at play.

In other words, this female ghost Xiaoyu could have lived or died, but because Qiusheng was currently so desperate for Exorcism Points, he had dealt the lethal blow.