"???"
"What kind of demonic art is that?" Dong Xiaoyu realized her disguise had been torn away. Her fangs bared at once, and her long black hair rose and fluttered without a breeze. Together with her rotting, foul-smelling face, the sight made one's blood run cold.
"What kind of art I use is none of your concern." Fei Luo raised an eyebrow. "Since I've come here today, I'll see that you ghosts move on to reincarnation and go where you belong."
At that, Dong Xiaoyu's red robes swayed in the wind. She sneered, "Little Taoist, you look so delicate, and you can't have been cultivating for long. Don't think you can throw your weight around just because you've got some strange object in your hands."
"I've killed at least eighty, if not a hundred, Taoist priests, and I've never met one as arrogant as you."
"All ghosts, attack!"
Dong Xiaoyu waved her sleeve. A thick mass of ghostly energy flowed from her fingertips into the heads of the ghosts in the courtyard. They immediately went berserk, their eyes glowing with a fearsome red light as they shrieked and charged at Fei Luo.
"Fei Luo, let's get out of here! This place is crawling with evil!" Qiusheng huddled fearfully behind Fei Luo and cried out.
He knew Fei Luo was strong, but there were over a hundred ghosts here, along with Dong Xiaoyu, whose strength was a mystery.
Could Fei Luo really take on such a force?
"You've got a death wish. Trying to run now? Too late!" Dong Xiaoyu's face twisted viciously. She poured more ghostly energy into the ghosts below, making the energy already so dense it seemed almost solid grow even stronger.
"I'll capture you and take my time making you suffer." Just then, Dong Xiaoyu seemed to notice something. "Well, well! You killed several of my sisters! You stinking Taoist, I'll make you wish you were dead!"
Dong Xiaoyu had called out to several of her sisters earlier, but none of them had answered.
Now, with Fei Luo's arrival, she finally realized that her sisters had met with disaster.
"Wish I were dead?" Fei Luo looked at the charging ghosts and scoffed. "Don't worry. I'll send you to join them soon enough."
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
As they spoke, several evil ghosts had already pounced. Their nauseating stench rushed straight at Fei Luo's face. Fei Luo swung the Flowing Cloud Sword in great sweeping arcs, wielding the precious sword like a club.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Every ghost caught by the blade was cut in two. None could stand against Fei Luo.
In the blink of an eye, Fei Luo had slain more than ten ghosts.
Yet they seemed utterly fearless of death, continuing to swarm toward him like locusts.
"Soul Capture Art, exterminate!"
Fei Luo protected Qiusheng while slaying the ghosts, but even four hands couldn't fend off a crowd. At that very moment, four ghosts opened their bloody maws and lunged at Qiusheng.
Whoosh!
That dazzling blue beam swept past once more, but this time it carried the power to annihilate.
"Ah!" Qiusheng clapped his hands over his eyes in terror. But in the next instant, he heard several sounds like bursting bubbles right in front of him. He opened his eyes and looked.
Good heavens!
That laser was incredible! The ghosts turned to ash as soon as it swept past them?
"Stay close to me." Fei Luo had only enough time to give Qiusheng that one instruction before he continued slaughtering the evil ghosts with the Flowing Cloud Sword in hand.
"Oh, my god!" Only then did Qiusheng take a good look at Fei Luo.
In his eyes, Fei Luo was like a god of war, his body wreathed in a faint aura of spiritual power. The three-foot blade in his hand could cut through iron as easily as mud. No ghost could withstand a single stroke.
Could a magical treasure really be used like that?
Qiusheng was dumbfounded. He remembered the ancient texts he had read.
Magical treasures were far more powerful than ordinary magic tools. After ordinary iron had been nourished by spiritual power for a long time, it could cut through iron as easily as mud and counter evil spirits.
But activating a magical treasure required a huge amount of spiritual power.
In this Age of Declining Dharma, spiritual energy was scarce and cultivation was difficult. Even Foundation Establishment cultivators couldn't sustain a magical treasure in battle for long.
So talismans and magic tools had flourished in this era.
Talismanic arts were inscribed onto paper as talismans. When using one, all you needed to do was chant an incantation, so even ordinary people could use them. Zombie Suppression Talismans and Control Talismans were examples of low-grade talismans.
High-grade talismans, on the other hand, required a precise trace of spiritual power to activate the formidable arts inscribed upon them.
But what was Fei Luo doing?
He could keep using a magical treasure to slay ghosts?
"Don't just stand there. Go back and cultivate properly. Once you've taken a Marrow Cleansing Pill, you'll be able to reach my level too." Fei Luo cut down the three evil ghosts before him with a single stroke, then turned and spoke to the stunned Qiusheng.
"Yes, Junior Brother Fei Luo." Without realizing it, Qiusheng had grown deeply respectful of Fei Luo.
Not only had Fei Luo rescued him from the tiger's den today, but he was also incredibly powerful. And even though he had treasures, he didn't hoard them; he shared them with his fellow disciples.
That was what a true master was like.
And then there was Qiusheng himself: his resolve was weak, he was half-hearted about cultivation, and he'd let a mere female ghost bewitch him without even realizing it.
He had to grow stronger. He couldn't keep holding Junior Brother Fei Luo back.
Watching Fei Luo chop through ghosts as easily as slicing vegetables, Qiusheng made up his mind.
Gradually, the ghosts in the courtyard grew afraid.
Fei Luo was terrifying.
Fueled by his overwhelming spiritual power, the three-foot blade in his hand was like a reaper's scythe. The evil ghosts were like chives—those who rushed forward could only be cut down.
Ghosts weren't fearless of death, either. Faced with absolute power, they too began to feel something called fear.
"Hmm?" Dong Xiaoyu's pupils contracted. She thought in shock, Why hasn't his aura weakened at all?
"What is it? Afraid?" Fei Luo looked up at Dong Xiaoyu and sneered. "If these are all the sorry lot you have, you may as well stop resisting. It's pointless."
How could Fei Luo not see that Dong Xiaoyu was trying to wear down his strength?
Unfortunately for her, his meridians were as broad as streams, his spiritual power flowing endlessly. How could she possibly fathom his depths?
Suppressing her shock, Dong Xiaoyu gave a cold laugh, curled her five fingers into claws, and unleashed a storm of yin energy toward the ground. "Ghost soldiers and ghost generals, show yourselves!"
Boom!
As Dong Xiaoyu cast her spell, white smoke billowed across the ground.
"Hiss!"
When the smoke cleared, Qiusheng's eyes contracted sharply. He sucked in a breath of cold air.
Hanging ghosts!
They were all hanging ghosts, along with more than a dozen ghost generals as tall as three-meter giants!
Hanging ghosts were spirits burdened with deep resentment. Their killing intent soared to the heavens after death, and they excelled at taking human lives.
Seeing this, Fei Luo smiled faintly. "So this is your trump card. Qiusheng, go wait for me outside the courtyard."
"Gulp." Qiusheng's legs trembled with fear. He nodded and ran toward the courtyard gate.
He knew that if he stayed, he'd only hold Fei Luo back.
Fei Luo had been wondering all along how these ordinary evil ghosts alone could have gathered such overwhelming yin energy.
Now he understood: hundreds of vengeful ghosts were lurking beneath the ground.
And every one of them was at least as strong as the Red-Clad Female Ghost he'd slain at the beginning.
Today, he would sweep the Ghost Mansion clean!
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