Junior Brother, Don't Mess With Me

Fei Luo felt a tinge of regret that he hadn't slain the malevolent ghost named Lin Xiao; had he done so, he might have triggered a decent reward.

Hmm? Why do I feel like I'm playing one of those trashy browser games from the future where you get 999x damage with a single click? Fei Luo mocked himself inwardly as he continued heading south.

"Whoosh~"

As Fei Luo ventured deeper, the yin energy grew increasingly heavy, eventually manifesting into a tangible form.

In the distance, a sharp glint flashed in Fei Luo's eyes as he spotted a luxurious mansion adorned with red lanterns and festive decorations.

If his assumptions were correct, that was the Ghost Mansion of Dong Xiaoyu.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

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

The arrivals consisted of a woman in red, a woman in green, and a woman in yellow.

The three moved as lightly as goose feathers, their feet never touching the ground, drifting through the air like duckweed.

"Sisters, what a handsome Taoist."

Had an ordinary man encountered this scene, his blood would surely have surged and his mind clouded with lust, but Fei Luo merely watched the three women with a cold expression.

Three female ghosts!

Their cultivation was far inferior to the Red-Clad Female Ghost of Li Family Village.

All three ghosts noticed the faint fluctuations of mana on Fei Luo, yet they felt no fear.

In this Age of Dharma Decline, cultivators were incredibly fragile.

Moreover, Fei Luo was unarmed; didn't typical Taoists rely on paper talismans and magical artifacts to capture ghosts?

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

A golden light flickered in Fei Luo's eyes, and he saw through them instantly—they were not human, but mere skin-covered skeletons.

And the "eldest sister" they spoke of was, in all likelihood, Dong Xiaoyu.

It seemed his transmigration had caused a butterfly effect; Dong Xiaoyu had gathered a group of minor ghosts as subordinates, which explained the soaring yin energy around the Ghost Mansion.

"This Seat observes that your Sha Qi is not deep and your sins are shallow. I advise you to behave yourselves, or I shall ensure your bodies and souls are utterly extinguished." When Fei Luo used his Dharma Eye to observe the three ghosts, he found no blood aura on them, meaning they clearly hadn't harmed anyone.

Ghosts could be good or evil; Fei Luo was not a pedantic man, and he was willing to grant a chance at survival to ghosts who had not committed evil.

But if they were blinded by obsession and refused to repent, Fei Luo wouldn't mind exterminating all three to claim the rewards.

"Yo, are you trying to scare ghosts?" The woman in red, clearly the strongest of the three, immediately revealed her vicious nature. "Sisters, drag this little Taoist back."

At her command, the other two ghosts also revealed their icy aura, their black fingernails growing inches long and sharp as they lunged at Fei Luo.

"You court death!"

Fei Luo let out a thunderous roar, his eyes shining with a brilliant blue light.

The Soul Capture Art could seize a person's soul and suppress malevolent ghosts!

Shoo.

The brilliant blue light erupted from Fei Luo's eyes like two laser beams, sweeping toward the three ghosts.

Suddenly, a night breeze blew.

As the wind rose, their souls vanished.

The three ghosts' faces turned pale with terror. They felt an indescribable demonic sound resonate within their bodies, and as it echoed, blue flames ignited inside them. In the blink of an eye, the three ghosts dissipated into nothingness.

"Truly blinded by obsession. A ghost is a ghost; if you refuse to repent, I shall naturally send you to where you belong." Fei Luo's blue light faded as he whispered to the empty night sky before him.

Ding! Congratulations to the Host for killing three minor ghosts. Obtained: Great Restoration Pill x1.

Hearing the system reward, Fei Luo smiled.

The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art was also cultivating automatically; he would likely master it within ten days.

With the Flowing Cloud Sword, Soul Capture Art, Buddha-Demon Thirteen Styles, and various other Taoist arts at his disposal, he no longer feared common specters.

Activating the Divine Movement Technique, Fei Luo turned into a blur and headed toward the Ghost Mansion.

Today, Dong Xiaoyu's Ghost Mansion was decked out in festive colors because Dong Xiaoyu was getting married.

In the courtyard, the friends and family of the Dong Family were gathered together. Qiusheng, draped in red robes and wearing a red flower on his chest, was performing the wedding ceremony with Dong Xiaoyu, who was dressed in a phoenix robe and a beaded crown.

Thinking of Dong Xiaoyu's soft, boneless body, Qiusheng's heart stirred violently.

Cultivate? Cultivate my foot! It's even more ridiculous that they say my yang essence is damaged and that I'm blinded by a ghost. I think they're all just envious, jealous, and hateful.

Looking at everything before him, Qiusheng felt as if he were floating on air.

The Dong Family was wealthy and powerful; becoming a live-in son-in-law, winning the beauty, and enjoying a vast fortune—wasn't this the pinnacle of life?

After the ceremony, Dong Xiaoyu whispered into Qiusheng's ear, "Husband, from today on, I am yours. Go and greet our guests first; I shall wait for you in the bridal chamber."

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

Hearing this, Qiusheng was overjoyed; he nodded at Dong Xiaoyu and walked out into the courtyard.

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

Beneath the veil was an exquisite, oval-shaped face with large, crystalline eyes, and a pair of almond-shaped brows that added a touch of brilliance to her features.

In an instant, the right side of Dong Xiaoyu's face began to rot, with white and black maggots wriggling within—a truly horrifying sight that would make anyone's skin crawl.

Out in the yard, Qiusheng was already dead drunk, his face flushed red as he continuously toasted with Dong's relatives and friends.

Creak.

The gates of the Dong Mansion opened, and Fei Luo, dressed in casual black attire, strolled in.

"What a Ghost Mansion; it's nothing but ghosts and demons." As Fei Luo entered the Ghost Mansion, he activated his Heavenly Eye, immediately seeing that all the relatives and friends in the courtyard were spirits, with not a single living person among them.

The wine was nothing more than plain water, and the sumptuous feast on the tables consisted of bloody meat—the carcasses of tigers, leopards, wolves, insects, and birds from the mountains.

Even this luxurious residence was merely a dilapidated, abandoned courtyard, covered everywhere in crumbling walls, cobwebs, and dust.

"Hm?"

The moment Fei Luo stepped through the gate, all the ghosts in the courtyard turned to look at him.

Qiusheng also looked over, bleary-eyed and intoxicated, muttering, "Fei... Fei Luo?"

"Senior brother, your eyes have been clouded by ghost sorcery! Wake up!" Fei Luo looked at Qiusheng and shouted.

"Ghosts? Where are there any ghosts? Stop teasing me, Junior Brother. I've decided—I'm done practicing Taoism. To hell with Taoism! What's the point of cultivation when it's so much better here?" Qiusheng looked at Fei Luo, swaying as he held up his wine bowl.