Chapter 10

Su Yuntao's expression was a mix of excitement and growing anxiety.

He had never even heard of such a situation; among the many deacons of the Notting City Spirit Hall, no one had ever encountered anything like this.

Furthermore, in all the records of peculiar awakening cases documented by the Spirit Hall during their training, there was no description of a situation like Jiang Chen's.

Could it be that a brand-new, powerful spirit is about to emerge? Su Yuntao's face flushed, his excitement becoming difficult to contain.

If he could witness the awakening of a powerful spirit and recruit Jiang Chen into the Spirit Hall, then a promotion, a raise, and winning the heart of a beauty would be all but guaranteed.

But after another moment passed, Jiang Chen's spirit still had not manifested, which only made him more anxious.

Crack... crack...

Su Yuntao's expression shifted as he saw cracks appearing on the six black energy stones. Immediately afterward, a massive burst of golden light erupted and surged entirely into Jiang Chen's body.

At this moment, Jiang Chen finally began to change.

Behind him, endless black mist began to surge forth. The mist was as thick as ink, carrying an evil and chilling aura that made one's spine turn cold.

Su Yuntao's heart hammered against his ribs; a sense of mortal danger enveloped him. What kind of spirit was this? It had only just awakened, yet it already made him, a level 26 Great Spirit Master, feel threatened.

"Everyone, get out!" he suddenly roared.

The few children and Old Jack were already trembling at the knees from the aura radiating off Jiang Chen. How could they dare to linger? They scrambled out as if fleeing for their lives.

Tang San, however, remained where he was, staring at Jiang Chen's back with a solemn expression.

It was this very aura—incredibly cold, as if it had emerged from the depths of the Nine Hells, and carrying a potent, overbearing toxicity that even he, a disciple of the Tang Sect, found troublesome.

He finally understood: Jiang Chen's poison originated from his spirit.

He did not want to leave; he wanted to see what Jiang Chen's spirit truly was. Perhaps through it, he could identify the nature of that overbearing poison.

"San, come out quickly!" Old Jack shouted anxiously from outside the door.

However, the black mist behind Jiang Chen underwent another transformation.

The roiling black mist churned, and gradually, a humanoid creature appeared within it, flickering in and out of sight.

Everyone could only see that the creature in the mist wore strange, ancient attire, and its face was obscured by the dense fog, making it impossible to see clearly.

Suddenly, as the black mist churned, the fog around the mysterious figure's face thinned slightly. Two blood-red rays of light shot out from its eyes, and a pair of terrifying fangs became visible.

In the instant the mist rolled away, Tang San saw that the mysterious figure was actually a green-faced, fanged zombie!

The green-faced, fanged zombie tilted its head back and let out a silent shriek. A surging pressure swept outward, making everyone's heart pound with dread and unease.

Tang San no longer dared to stay and bolted out in a flash.

Only the stunned Su Yuntao remained standing there. Despite his strength as a Great Spirit Master, he felt immense pressure under this mysterious spirit, a heavy weight pressing down upon his heart.

At that very moment, Tang Hao, who had been sitting in his home, suddenly looked up toward the center of the village, his murky eyes erupting with a terrifying light.

"Such strong resentment, such an evil aura. What on earth is this?"

The words were still echoing in the room, but Tang Hao's figure had already vanished. In an instant, he arrived outside the Spirit Hall, standing behind the crowd with his gaze locked firmly on Jiang Chen inside.

Chapter 6: Intolerable to Heaven and Earth?