A Petty Man Is Like a Ghost (First Update, Please Bookmark)

A Petty Man Is Like a Ghost (First Update, Please Bookmark)

This skinny, pockmarked man was named Mu Zhengfeng, and he too was a disciple of Overlapping Peaks.

However, although Mu Zhengfeng had a good name, his conduct had thoroughly tarnished it.

It would have been one thing if his appearance was offensive to the eye—that was his parents' fault—but Mu Zhengfeng's every word and action was even more nauseating. When he encountered cultivators with greater talent, strength, or backing than himself, he wished he could drop to the ground and bark like a dog. Yet when he met menial disciples beneath him, he freely cursed and beat them.

Mu Zhengfeng and Hu Donghan had joined the Yin Soul Sect in the same batch. His talent could practically be called the worst among all those disciples who had entered the sect alongside him. With his low-grade three-spirit-root aptitude, compared with the surrounding disciples who casually possessed dual spirit roots or even heavenly spirit roots, Mu Zhengfeng had usually been too ashamed to face anyone and did not even dare speak loudly. He could only throw his weight around before the sect's menial disciples—until Hu Donghan appeared.

When cultivators joined the Yin Soul Sect, the sect made no attempt to conceal details such as their aptitude.

First, it allowed cultivators with better talent to receive more care.

Second, it served the sect's internal system of competition.

Hu Donghan, speaking of him, had entered the Yin Soul Sect by clinging to the thigh of his child bride. With talent like his, a middle-grade four-spirit root, there was no need to say more. The moment he entered Overlapping Peaks, he immediately became the absolute bottom of the pile.

Mu Zhengfeng was truly rather interesting.

At first, after discovering that Hu Donghan possessed only middle-grade four-spirit-root talent, Mu Zhengfeng became suspicious of everything. He assumed Hu Donghan was some relative of an ancestor of the Yin Soul Sect, constantly circling around him and calling him "Senior Brother" every other sentence with such warmth and familiarity.

At that, Mu Zhengfeng's attitude underwent a complete one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. He had once bowed and scraped before Hu Donghan, his face brimming with flattery, but in an instant became arrogant and domineering, flaunting his power. Whenever he encountered Hu Donghan, he seized on his Middle-Grade Four-Spirit Root talent and mocked him with every ounce of strength he had. Moreover, this fellow truly acted like a clown, often roaring loudly and deliberately drawing everyone's attention—just as he had in the Outer Affairs Hall.

At that, Mu Zhengfeng's attitude underwent a complete one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. He had once bowed and scraped before Hu Donghan, his face brimming with flattery, but in an instant became arrogant and domineering, flaunting his power. Whenever he encountered Hu Donghan, he seized on his middle-grade four-spirit-root talent and mocked him with every ounce of strength he had. Moreover, this fellow truly acted like a clown, often roaring loudly and deliberately drawing everyone's attention—just as he had in the Outer Affairs Hall.

Among all the outer disciples of Overlapping Peaks, only Hu Donghan had worse talent than him, weaker strength than him, and less background or backing than Mu Zhengfeng. If he did not provoke Hu Donghan, whom else could he provoke?

As for Hu Donghan, he was utterly speechless at Mu Zhengfeng's transformation.

As for Hu Donghan, he was utterly speechless at Mu Zhengfeng's transformation.

In Hu Donghan's eyes, Mu Zhengfeng's behavior stemmed from extreme inferiority buried in his heart, which was why he had become such a thing. Hu Donghan had lived two lives, so naturally he could not be bothered to lower himself to Mu Zhengfeng's level. He simply let Mu Zhengfeng make a fool of himself—at most, he treated it as having been bitten by a dog!

Thus, Hu Donghan's attitude toward Mu Zhengfeng remained the same.

He merely said, "Idiot," then directly walked around Mu Zhengfeng and left through the doors of the Outer Affairs Hall.

Mu Zhengfeng, meanwhile, was provoked by Hu Donghan's single word: "Idiot."

However, Hu Donghan had already left the Outer Affairs Hall, and there were four law-enforcement disciples stationed on either side outside. If Mu Zhengfeng ran out to provoke him now, he would be causing trouble right before the law-enforcement disciples—given Mu Zhengfeng's mouse-like courage, he absolutely did not have the nerve!

"Y-you... you..." Mu Zhengfeng could only point at Hu Donghan, so furious that he stamped his feet.

The many outer disciples in the Outer Affairs Hall burst into laughter, then each went back to their own business. In their eyes, Mu Zhengfeng truly was nothing more than a pitiful clown.

Although this pitiful clown had brought them a little amusement earlier, none of them had any intention of helping him.

A clown was a clown, existing only for others' entertainment.

Mu Zhengfeng had already been furious enough to stamp his feet. Now, upon hearing the laughter around him, his vision went black, and he nearly fainted outright.

To Hu Donghan, Mu Zhengfeng was ultimately just an insignificant passerby.

After leaving the Outer Affairs Hall, Hu Donghan summoned a menial disciple, instructed him to deliver three meals a day, then returned to his room.

Once back in his room, Hu Donghan quickly tossed everything that had happened earlier to the back of his mind. Holding a spirit stone in his hand, he swallowed a Lesser Qi-Nourishing Pill and began cultivating.

Before he knew it, five days had passed.

By now, the walls of Hu Donghan's crude room were covered in over a hundred craters of varying sizes—marks all left behind by his spell practice.

By now, the walls of Hu Donghan's crude room were covered in over a hundred craters of varying sizes—marks all left behind by his spell practice.

He drew in his spiritual energy, dispelled the Spirit Shield Technique around him, closed his eyes, and roughly calculated in his heart.

"Five spirit stones and two Lesser Qi-Nourishing Pills have all been exhausted. My cultivation at the Qi Refining First Layer has now been completely stabilized. I have also roughly mastered both the Spirit Bolt Technique and the Spirit Shield Technique. They consume much less spiritual energy than when I first cast them, yet their power has increased considerably. If I first use the Spirit Shield Technique for protection, then with my Qi Refining First Layer cultivation, I can probably cast the Spirit Bolt Technique five times. Of course, once the Spirit Shield is struck, its spiritual-energy consumption doubles, and I can only cast three Spirit Bolt Techniques..."

"Still, no matter what, with my current cultivation, killing a few weak yin souls should not be a problem."

"Now, it is time to complete the entry trial mission! The sect's entry trial mission is merely to kill ten yin soul ghosts. Even acting alone, as long as I roam around and kill them, one or two days should be enough to finish it. Next, I need to find a way to get a ghostly specter..."

After carefully washing his body and eating his meal, Hu Donghan finally fell into a deep sleep.

After carefully washing himself and eating, Hu Donghan finally fell into a deep sleep.

This was the soundest sleep Hu Donghan had enjoyed since entering the Yin Soul Sect three months earlier.

This was also the most peaceful sleep Hu Donghan had enjoyed in the three months since entering the Yin Soul Sect.