After leaving the mansion, Fei Luo watched Qiusheng ride away on his bicycle. He gathered his powerful magic into his feet and strode after him.
With every step, he covered several meters.
Who would've thought the Godly Travel Hundred Miles technique from the Supreme Clarity Great Cavern Scripture would be so useful? Fei Luo was very pleased with how swiftly he moved.
I wonder what it feels like to reach a higher level of cultivation and use Shrinking the Ground to an Inch or soar through the clouds? Fei Luo mused.
Before long, Fei Luo reached the edge of town. Just then, a fog seemed to spread, and Qiusheng's silhouette suddenly vanished.
"What?"
Fei Luo was startled. He had been trailing Qiusheng from only two hundred meters away, a distance he could cover in a few steps. How had he lost him?
Ren Family Town was surrounded by mountains, and Qiusheng had headed toward South Mountain.
Old Master Ren had been buried on South Mountain as well.
Facing south with one's back to the north, most families chose an area around South Mountain for burials. They faced north and were buried in the south in hopes of securing good feng shui and blessing their descendants.
Heavenly Venerable Dharma Eye!
Whoosh!
A brilliant golden glint flashed in Fei Luo's eyes. In the dead of night, he looked like a deity. With the Heavenly Venerable Dharma Eye empowering him, he saw through the layers of fog.
"To the south—the evil aura is soaring into the sky. There are so many demons and monsters!"
The golden glint in his eyes vanished in a flash. Fei Luo immediately spotted a place wreathed in a soaring evil aura.
"If I'm not mistaken, that should be where Dong Xiaoyu's mansion is, right?" Fei Luo's expression turned grave.
He had never imagined the evil aura over there could be almost tangible.
At the same time, Fei Luo recalled a few things.
In the original story, Dong Xiaoyu was powerful in her own right. With a wave of her hand, she could conjure a mansion.
Ghosts had their own arts. With a single thought, they could create countless illusions to confuse people. But Dong Xiaoyu's mansion clearly wasn't one of them.
Even after falling into ruin, her mansion had remained half-real.
Dong Xiaoyu was powerful!
"Could my transmigration have strengthened all the ghosts and monsters in this story?" Fei Luo wondered. His feet never stopped as he headed toward the general direction.
At the same time, above Li Family Village, not far from Ren Family Town, a mass of dark clouds blotted out the moon.
"Xiao Hong's aura disappeared here." A hoarse voice rang faintly through the air. The clouds dispersed, and countless strands of black ghostly energy gathered into a human figure.
His face was deathly pale, his pupils crimson. A jade crown sat on his head, making him look like an ancient scholar, and his black robe fluttered in the wind.
He held a folding fan and looked every bit like a scholar, but his voice was hoarse, like that of an old man in his sixties.
"Who killed my beloved wife?" The black-robed man looked around. Red light flickered in his eyes, and then he suddenly sensed a powerful aura speeding south.
"A late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator?" His pupils contracted. The next moment, his expression changed drastically. "He has Xiao Hong's aura on him."
"Human, the vengeance for my wife's death will never be forgotten!"
Whoosh!
The black-robed man's face twisted. His body turned into a black cloud and shot after the swiftly moving cultivator.
Fei Luo moved as swiftly as the wind along a mountain path. As he looked at the vaguely familiar trail, he knew this was the road Qiusheng had taken to reach Dong Xiaoyu's Ghost Mansion.
Whoosh! Suddenly, the hair on Fei Luo's nape stood on end. An instinctive sense of danger made him dodge without thinking.
With a swift kip-up, Fei Luo sprang several steps to the left.
Boom! A large crater appeared in the ground where he had been standing. Dust billowed through the air.
"No honor? A sneak attack?" Fei Luo was startled. Once he steadied himself, he looked behind him.
There stood a man dressed like a scholar. His face was deathly pale and twisted, and he stared at Fei Luo with naked hatred.
"A ghost? Such powerful ghostly energy!" Fei Luo felt his nerves tighten. The man's aura was no weaker than his own.
The black-robed man was even more surprised. "What keen senses! What nimble footwork! You actually dodged my attack?"
"Impudent monster! Heaven has a road, yet you refuse to take it; hell has no gate, yet you barge right in. And you still dare ambush me?" Fei Luo rose to his feet and berated the black-robed man.
"You killed my beloved wife. I swear I'll kill you." The black-robed man folded his fan and pointed it at Fei Luo, his voice low.
At the hoarse voice, Fei Luo furrowed his brows. "I killed your beloved wife? Who was she?"
At once, Fei Luo recalled the Red-Clad Female Ghost he had killed in Li Family Village that day.
At first glance, the Red-Clad Female Ghost and this man did seem like a ghostly couple.
"So you remember now? Since you do, prepare to die!" the black-robed man said. A red gleam suddenly shot from his eyes.
Whoosh!
The red gleam flashed and disappeared into Fei Luo's eyes.
A moment later, Fei Luo froze. His eyes seemed to lose focus, and the corners of his mouth lifted into a foolish grin.
"Hmph! So what if you're at late-stage Foundation Establishment? You still have to submit to my Ghost Pupil." The black-robed man laughed darkly. He fanned himself with one hand as the black nails on the fingers of his other hand slowly grew longer.
"You killed my beloved wife. I'll rip out your heart and lungs, gnaw your bones, devour your flesh, and drink your blood."
The black-robed man walked toward him, hatred surging in his eyes.
One step, two steps, three steps. He drew closer and closer to Fei Luo.
Whoosh!
Fei Luo's eyes flew open. His gaze pierced the soul, and an eerie blue light glimmered in them.
You want to play eye techniques?
The Soul Capture Art was an eye technique too. Why should he fear this evil creature?
The moment Fei Luo had been struck, his protective spell had already dispelled the attack automatically. He had only pretended to be vulnerable, waiting for this moment.
The black-robed man suddenly faltered. His mind went blank for a brief instant.
An object appeared in Fei Luo's hand. It was three feet seven inches long, its blade gleaming with a dazzling, icy light. A pattern of multicolored auspicious clouds was carved into the hilt.
A high-grade treasure—the Flowing Cloud Sword.
Whoosh! A streak of cold light flashed. Fei Luo's expression was icy as he swung the sword at the black-robed man.
"Ah!" A shrill scream rang out. Half an arm went flying, the folding fan still in its grasp, tumbling through the air.
"A treasure! How can you possibly have a treasure?" At the brink of death, the black-robed man came to his senses and barely dodged the killing blow by avoiding a vital spot. But he lost an arm.
He was at Foundation Establishment Peak Stage, and his ghostly body had been tempered until blades and spears could not pierce it. Ordinary magic weapons could not harm him. This sword could cut through iron as though it were mud—it was no ordinary weapon.
Only a treasure, a level above a magic weapon, could injure him.
Excruciating pain surged through him. His terrified, shrill scream rang across the night sky, making anyone who heard it shudder.
"Just you wait! I, Lin Xiao, will avenge this day." The black-robed man's escape technique was superb. He turned into a gust of dark wind and vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving Fei Luo stunned.
"Lin Xiao?"
"Interesting."
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