When Daoist Arts Meddle in Politics, Disaster Follows

"Enough talk. Leave your lives behind!" Torches flickered, lamplight wavered, and fierce winds whipped wildly about. In the glow of True Person Lü's lamp, the dozen or so Vicious Ghosts, once wreathed in gray mist, now seemed cloaked in red light. They shrieked as they charged the Armored Soldiers.

"Demon Daoist! You dare command ghosts to murder people!" Amid the furious cries, the ghosts wrapped in red light hurtled straight at the Armored Soldiers.

The Armored Soldiers were elite troops, each as vigorous as a dragon and fierce as a tiger. Clad in iron armor weighing dozens of pounds, they could likely have faced a hundred foes apiece on the battlefield.

Yet when the Grudge Ghosts pounced on them, they screamed and rolled across the ground. In moments, they had become dried corpses.

Tang Changsheng watched from afar, so horrified that he nearly stopped breathing.

An expert saw the craft; an outsider saw only the spectacle. Tang Changsheng had made little progress in cultivation, but he had inherited its teachings. He knew that when a person died with resentment still lodged in the chest, it could become a Grudge Ghost and harm the living.

Grudge Ghosts were formidable enough that their victims were not limited to the weak and ill-fated.

But these Armored Soldiers were different. At a glance, they were seasoned fighters: highly skilled and responsible for countless deaths. Their blood and vitality ran so strong that even Vicious Ghosts might not dare approach them.

Now these Grudge Ghosts had suddenly grown powerful enough to pounce on such soldiers and drain their blood and vital essence.

Could True Person Lü Yuanhua have raised them all to the level of Vicious Ghosts in an instant—or even to the still higher level of Fierce Ghosts?

Tang Changsheng had always known True