Jackpot!

"Jackpot!"

"Ye Fu really did have cultivation, and he even dealt with several cases of corpses turning undead himself!"

"No wonder people called him Master Fu. No wonder everyone outside the city gates respected him so much. So that was why!"

"He really was a cultivator!!!"

Ye Qianfan's eyes lit up, but he quickly realized that he now seemed to be dead himself.

He lowered his head to look at himself and discovered that, at some point...

He had actually begun floating in midair.

He looked down at his own body and the thin white mist gradually spreading over it, which looked much like the mist that made up the Daoist!

His original body, meanwhile, had vanished from the sacrificial altar altogether!

"Huh? Huh! Huh!!"

Beside him, the Daoist looked as though he had seen a ghost. He blurted out three frantic cries of surprise before saying, "Are you a Two-Souled Person? Your Three Souls and Seven Spirits have already been sacrificed. How can I still see you?"

The Daoist stared at Ye Qianfan in bewilderment, but Ye Qianfan had realized something!

Could it be because I transmigrated here and took over someone else's body, but the original soul was still inside? It never woke up, but it never dispersed either.

So what I've done now is...

Sacrificed someone else's soul and left my own behind?

But this was Ye Qianfan's secret, so he offered no explanation to the Daoist. Instead, he played dumb. "How would I know? Weren't you the one who taught me the method?"

"Uh... true. What the hell would a mortal like you know..."

Before the Daoist could finish, they both heard movement from Ye Fu, who had melted into a puddle of mud!

"Rustle, rustle, rustle..."

Both looked over in surprise.

They discovered that Ye Fu had not died completely. Instead, he had become a puddle of soft-bodied flesh resembling an octopus. A huge, pitch-black mass kept writhing across the ground, making rustling sounds!

He also seemed to have caught the scent of blood on the altar and actually used his tentacles to climb onto it.

Then...

A long tongue extended from his bizarre mouthparts and licked the bloodstains on the altar!

"I didn't expect him to turn into this thing."

The Daoist looked at Fu Lao and remarked blandly, "Looks like the three of us will be keeping each other company in this damned place from now on! Hehehe. Neither you nor Fu Lao can die now, even if you want to!"

Floating in the air, Ye Qianfan looked down at Ye Fu, who had failed to ascend, then at himself and the Daoist, both now made of mist.

For a moment, he was speechless. "That's it?"

"What else did you expect?"

The Daoist picked his nose. "The Path of Ascension is all about competing for opportunities. Win, and you ascend! Lose, and whatever fate befalls you is perfectly normal."

"Having your opportunity stolen and still surviving is already a heaven-sent stroke of luck."

"What more do you want?"

"Daoist, are we really unable to leave?"

Ye Qianfan had inherited countless memories and all of Ye Fu's cultivation, along with so many ways to deal with wandering souls and wild ghosts. Was he really going to be trapped here?

However he looked at it, he could not accept that!

He had never imagined...

That he could actually go from a mere vagrant to a cultivator!

Even if it had happened this way, who would come to a world of immortal cultivation without wanting to master Daoist arts and divine abilities, roam the four seas and eight wildernesses on a flying sword, and summon clouds with one turn of the hand and rain with another?

"It's not impossible. If we can find a way to make puppets or reconstruct our bodies, we could leave." But at this point, the Daoist suddenly shook his head. "In this damned place, though, that would be as difficult as ascending to immortality! So you'd better not..."

"Rumble!"

Before the Daoist could finish speaking, Ye Qianfan suddenly felt the earth quake and the mountains shake!

Then...

Countless rocks began falling from the cavern ceiling, crashing down like rain.

Ye Qianfan watched as a rock larger than a barrel passed straight through his illusory body and slammed into the ground!

This sudden upheaval prompted another sigh from Ye Qianfan. "Life really is unpredictable—a large intestine wrapped around a small intestine! If I hadn't become something that isn't even a ghost, I might have been crushed to death just now!"

"What happened outside?"

The Daoist glanced toward the exit, then his spirit quickly floated outside!

He passed through walls and caverns without any obstruction!

A moment later...

"The mountain god has gone mad!"

The Daoist returned. "Those lunatics from the Military School really did come here to target the Mountain God! Have they lost their minds?"

"But speaking of which, I saw some good stuff in their hands!"

"Yellow-Paper Talisman Umbrellas! Those are excellent tools for making a Paper Puppet!"

"If you can take those Yellow-Paper Talisman Umbrellas from the Military School people and borrow a Bodhi Heart from the Mountain God, I could think of a way to get us both out of here!"

"Really?!"

Ye Qianfan was delighted. "I was just planning to settle the score with those Military School bastards. Who knew they'd deliver themselves right to my doorstep!"

"Heh. If they hadn't pulled that trick of deceiving people into marching to their deaths, I wouldn't have ended up like this!"

"Huh?"

The Daoist sounded bewildered. "Did you lose your body or your mind?"

"Even I can't deal with those Military School people. What could you possibly do against those murderous bastards? And then there's the Mountain God, whom even those bastards can't handle. I think you've gone mad!"

"Heh!"

Ye Qianfan did not answer. Instead, he asked directly, "Are those Military School people on the other side of this cavern wall?"

"You have to pass through two caverns to get there!"

After answering, the Daoist grew worried again. "Boy, you haven't really gone mad, have you?"

"Hey! You're nothing but a soul now, not even a vengeful ghost! Those Military School people are wreathed in killing intent. Aren't you afraid it'll scatter your soul outright?"

"I've already ended up like this. If I'm still going to fear this and fear that, I might as well let my soul scatter into oblivion!"

With that, Ye Qianfan passed straight through the cavern wall.

This was his first time passing through a wall, and he was not used to it. He even reached out to keep himself from bumping his head!

But the instant his hand touched the cavern wall and passed through it, Ye Qianfan truly felt that he had become a ghost!

His vision went dark, then bright again, and he was already through the cavern wall!

However...

He had only just emerged from the cavern.

When Ye Qianfan saw the devastation outside, it looked like hell on earth!

Even saying that blood flowed in rivers could scarcely describe the horror before him. Ye Qianfan saw countless severed hands and feet, strips of torn-off skin, and even internal organs floating on the river of blood.

The river of blood flowed slowly into the depths of the cavern, stretching endlessly into the darkness...

"See that? The Mountain God did all of this." Looking at the blood covering the ground, the Daoist shook his head helplessly. "Those Military School people thought a little murderous aura would let them kill the Mountain God. Instead, he treated them as food delivered to his doorstep. They really had no idea of their own limits!"

Ye Qianfan asked in return, "Just what exactly is this Mountain God?"