Junior Brother, Don't Tease Me

Fei Luo felt a little regret that he hadn't killed the vicious ghost named Lin Xiao. If he had, he might have gotten quite a few rewards.

"Hm? Why do I feel like I'm playing one of those trashy browser games from the future where you can level up to 999 with one slash?" Fei Luo teased himself silently, then continued south.

"Whew~"

As Fei Luo ventured farther in, the yin energy grew heavier and heavier, until it had taken on a tangible form.

In the distance, a glint flashed in Fei Luo's eyes. He spotted a grand mansion festooned with red lanterns and decorations.

If nothing unexpected happened, that had to be Dong Xiaoyu's Ghost Mansion.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

As Fei Luo walked, three graceful figures suddenly drifted toward him.

There was a woman in red, a woman in green, and a woman in yellow.

They were as light as goose feathers, their feet never touching the ground as they floated through the air like duckweed.

"Girls, what a handsome Daoist!"

An ordinary man who saw this would have been overcome with desire, his thoughts clouded by lust. Fei Luo, however, watched the three women with a cold expression.

Three female ghosts!

They were far weaker than the Red-Clad Female Ghost from Li Family Village.

The three female ghosts could all sense the faint fluctuations of magical power around Fei Luo, but they weren't afraid in the least.

Cultivators were frail in this age of declining magic.

Besides, Fei Luo was unarmed. Didn't ordinary Daoists need talismans and magical implements to catch ghosts?

What was there to fear from a Daoist with empty hands?

A golden glint flashed in Fei Luo's eyes. At a glance, he could tell that the three female ghosts weren't human, but pink-skinned skeletons.

And their eldest sister was most likely Dong Xiaoyu.

It seemed his transmigration had set off a butterfly effect. Dong Xiaoyu had gathered a group of lesser ghosts as underlings, which was why the area around the Ghost Mansion was thick with yin energy.

"From what I can see, you lesser ghosts have little malice and few sins. I advise you to quit while you're ahead, or I'll make sure your souls are scattered and your bodies destroyed." When Fei Luo used his divine sight to examine the three female ghosts, he found no trace of bloodlust on them. They clearly hadn't harmed anyone.

Ghosts could be good or evil, and Fei Luo wasn't a rigid man. He was willing to give a ghost that had done no evil a chance to live.

But if they let their minds become clouded and refused to mend their ways, Fei Luo wouldn't mind destroying all three of them in exchange for a reward.

"Oh, are you trying to scare us?" The woman in red was clearly the strongest of the three. Her expression turned savage. "Girls, grab this little Daoist and take him back!"

At her words, the other two female ghosts also turned icy. Black claws grew inch by inch from their fingertips, sharp as blades, as they lunged at Fei Luo.

"Looking for death!"

Fei Luo bellowed, brilliant blue light shining in his eyes.

Soul Capture Art could seize the soul and suppress vicious ghosts!

Whoosh.

Brilliant blue light burst from Fei Luo's eyes like twin lasers, sweeping toward the three female ghosts.

In an instant, a night breeze swept by.

The wind rose; their souls were snuffed out.

The three female ghosts instantly paled. They felt an indescribable demonic sound ring out within them. As soon as it sounded, blue flames ignited inside their bodies, and in the blink of an eye, all three ghosts vanished.

"Sure enough, you were blinded by your own delusions. A ghost is still a ghost. Since you refused to mend your ways, I've sent you where you belong." The blue light faded from Fei Luo's eyes as he murmured at the empty night sky before him.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, for killing three lesser ghosts. You have received one Great Restoration Pill."

Hearing the system's reward, Fei Luo smiled.

The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art was also cultivating automatically. At this rate, he'd master it in fewer than ten days.

With the Flowing Cloud Sword, Soul Capture Art, Buddha-Demon Thirteen Styles, and all his other Daoist arts, he no longer feared ordinary spirits and ghosts.

Activating Divine Movement Technique, Fei Luo became a blur once more and headed for the Ghost Mansion.

Today, the Ghost Mansion was decked out in festive decorations because Dong Xiaoyu was getting married.

All of Dong Xiaoyu's relatives and friends had gathered in the courtyard. Qiusheng wore a red robe with a red flower pinned to his chest, performing the wedding rites with Dong Xiaoyu, who was dressed in a phoenix gown and bridal crown.

Thinking of Dong Xiaoyu's boneless, supple body, Qiusheng couldn't help getting excited.

"Cultivation? What the hell is the point of cultivation! And the funniest thing is, you say my yang essence is depleted and I've been bewitched by a ghost. You're all just jealous and envious, if you ask me."

Looking at everything before him, Qiusheng couldn't help feeling smug.

The Dong Family was wealthy and influential. Becoming their live-in son-in-law, winning a beauty, and enjoying a fortune—that was the peak of life, wasn't it?

When the ceremony was over, Dong Xiaoyu leaned close to Qiusheng's ear and whispered, "Husband, from today onward, I belong to you. Go entertain our family and friends for now. I'll wait for you in the bridal chamber."

By the end, Dong Xiaoyu's voice was as faint as a silken thread, barely audible.

Qiusheng was overjoyed. He nodded at Dong Xiaoyu and headed into the courtyard.

In the bridal chamber, Dong Xiaoyu sat before a bronze mirror and lifted her veil.

Beneath it was a delicate oval face. Her big eyes were limpid and bright, and her arched brows added a touch of charm.

In the next instant, the right side of Dong Xiaoyu's face began to rot. White and black maggots writhed inside it, a sight so horrifying it made one's skin crawl.

In the courtyard, Qiusheng was already dead drunk, his face flushed as he kept clinking cups with the Dong family's relatives and friends.

Creak.

The gates of Dong Mansion swung open, and Fei Luo, dressed in black casual clothes, strolled inside.

"What a fine Ghost Mansion. It's full of ghosts and goblins." As soon as Fei Luo entered, his Heavenly Eye opened, and he saw that all the relatives and friends filling the courtyard were ghosts. There wasn't a single living person.

The wine was clearly nothing but transformed water, and the sumptuous dishes on the tables were bloody meat from tigers, leopards, wolves, insects, and birds in the mountains.

Even this grand mansion was an illusion cast over a dilapidated, abandoned courtyard. Ruined walls, cobwebs, and dust were everywhere.

"Hm?"

The moment Fei Luo entered the gates, all the ghosts in the courtyard turned to look at him.

Qiusheng, too, turned his bleary gaze toward Fei Luo and mumbled, confused, "Fei... Fei Luo?"

"Senior Brother, ghost magic has clouded your eyes. Wake up!" Fei Luo called out as he looked at Qiusheng.

"Ghosts? Where are the ghosts? Junior Brother, don't tease me. I've decided—I'm not cultivating Daoist arts anymore. What the hell is the point of cultivation? How could it compare to having a good time here?" Qiusheng said drunkenly, holding a bowl of wine as he looked at Fei Luo.