This Taoist Priest is Not Right!

Qiusheng spoke, stumbling drunkenly toward Fei Luo, "Junior Brother Fei Luo, you have great talent and a solid foundation. You go ahead and cultivate your Dao; I'm done with it. I only wish to stay here and grow old with my beauty."

At the same time, the friends and family filling the table all wore icy expressions, revealing sinister smiles as they stared at Fei Luo.

A Taoist priest with empty hands?

Daring to trespass in the Ghost Mansion?

Truly tired of living.

"Qiusheng, everything before your eyes is a lie. All of this is conjured by ghosts and monsters. Look!"

As he spoke, a brilliant blue light flickered in Fei Luo's eyes. He activated the Soul Capture Art, and a beam of blue light erupted from his gaze like a laser, sweeping across the guests at the Dong Family Courtyard.

The Soul Capture Art was a pupil technique. By concentrating mana between the eyes, one could capture a person's soul, suppress ghosts, and force them to reveal their true forms.

"Show yourselves!" Fei Luo roared. Wherever his gaze passed, those struck by the blue light began to emit a chilling, ghostly aura, sending a bone-piercing coldness straight toward Qiusheng's face.

"Hehehe~"

One by one, the ghosts and monsters revealed their true forms under the pupil technique: hanging ghosts, burnt ghosts, water ghosts, and more.

All sorts of ghouls bared their fangs and brandished their claws, a sight enough to make one's scalp tingle and back turn cold.

That wasn't all. To Qiusheng's shock, the wine and food on the table—the grand feast of meat and fish—were all transformed from bloody offerings.

He looked at the wine jar in his hand; the fragrance of aged cellar wine was gone, replaced by nothing more than stagnant water from a well.

"Gulp~" Qiusheng swallowed hard, instantly sobering up. "Fei... Fei Luo, this... this..."

Qiusheng had never encountered such a scene. Back when he caught ghosts with his master, it was always just one or two small ones. Seeing the courtyard filled with monsters made his hair stand on end.

The chilling ghostly aura also wiped away his "drunkenness," and he dove behind Fei Luo in a panic.

"Fei... Fei Luo, there are so many ghosts! What do we do?" Qiusheng was filled with regret. He wished he hadn't ignored the warnings of his master and Fei Luo, insisting on dallying with this female ghost.

Wait, was Dong Xiaoyu the leader of these ghosts?

Every one of these ghosts looked quite powerful, and Dong Xiaoyu...

At this thought, Qiusheng's eyes widened until they nearly popped out of his head, his face a mask of disbelief.

"It's fine. Stand behind me; I will keep you safe." Fei Luo grinned, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the ghosts filling the courtyard.

These were ghosts? No, these were walking, breathing rewards!

With so many monsters, who knew what kind of loot would drop once they were killed?

Seeing the excitement on Fei Luo's face, the ghosts in the courtyard couldn't help but pause.

What was going on? This Taoist was empty-handed, yet so excited?

Didn't normal people usually wet themselves in fear when they saw ghosts?

In previous years, any Taoist who passed through here would have fled in terror at such a sight. Why did he look like a wolf staring at a flock of sheep?

"Roar~"

Seemingly provoked by Fei Luo's indifference, the ghosts who had been drinking with Qiusheng moments ago transformed into gusts of yin wind, baring sharp fangs as they lunged at Fei Luo.

"Junior Brother, watch out!" Qiusheng's legs turned to jelly at the sight.

Even though he knew Fei Luo was powerful, this was a whole courtyard of ghosts—it would take forever to kill them all, even if they were just pigs!

Swish!

Fei Luo sneered as a three-foot-long blade mysteriously appeared in his hand, causing the three lunging ghosts to falter in surprise.

In that split second of hesitation, Fei Luo's Flowing Cloud Sword traced an arc, flashing like silver as it slashed through them.

With a "pfft," as if a steel blade were slicing through tofu, the three ghosts were cut in two before they could even scream, their expressions frozen in confusion.

Whoosh~

The wind rose, and their souls dissipated.

The three evil ghosts died without ever knowing how.

Silence!

Nothing could be heard in the Dong Family Courtyard now but the sound of the night wind.

"Gulp~" Qiusheng swallowed, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. He stared at the sword in Fei Luo's hand, which had "Flowing Cloud" engraved on the hilt, his throat feeling parched.

What kind of weapon was this?

It was even more powerful than a magical artifact? Could it be...

A treasure weapon?

Qiusheng's eyes were round, his breathing ragged. Even if he wasn't well-read, he had been with Uncle Nine long enough to know the hierarchy of ghost-slaying tools.

How could his Junior Brother possess a legendary treasure weapon?

Compared to Qiusheng, the ghosts in the courtyard were equally stunned.

This Taoist—something was wrong, something was very wrong!

They had dealt with at least eighty or a hundred ordinary Taoists by now. Didn't the usual sort always carry chicken or dog blood, brandish ritual implements and paper talismans, and mutter incantations under their breath?

What was up with this one?

He could slay a ghost just by wielding a sword? Was it easier than slaughtering a chicken?

With a creak, the main gate where Dong Xiaoyu resided swung open.

Hearing the sound, Yuan Ge looked over.

"BOOM!"

As a gust of gale-force wind swept through, the yin energy radiating from Dong Xiaoyu surged into the sky. Her ghostly robes fluttered in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, she "flew" above the courtyard.

Ghosts are yin spirits; they cannot ride the clouds, but they can command and manipulate the wind—in this case, a chilling yin wind.

While an ordinary ghost's wind would be no more than a light breeze, Dong Xiaoyu could command a raging gale, making her the most powerful ghost Yuan Ge had encountered thus far.

"Qiusheng, did you not say you loved me? Did you not swear eternal vows to spend our days beneath the flowers and the moon, growing old together? Why do you indulge your junior brother in slaughtering my kin? Is it simply because I am a ghost that you now despise me?" Dong Xiaoyu glanced at Fei Luo, then fixed her gaze on Qiusheng behind him, her voice dripping with coquettish sorrow.

"Qiusheng, take a good look at the face of the beauty in your heart," Fei Luo sneered, noticing the struggle etched across Qiusheng's features.

Swish!

The face of the delicate, soft-skinned, and bright-eyed Dong Xiaoyu began to turn deathly pale. The right side of her face rotted away, and one could see maggot-like things wriggling within the festering wound.

"Ugh!" At the sight, Qiusheng retched immediately. His skin crawled, and he was so terrified that he shrank back in horror.