The front courtyard of the Zhao Residence.
The chief constable and his men had barely charged inside when they saw Du Juan standing before them, grim and imposing. A gray-black ghost monster with a blue face and protruding fangs crouched beside her like a vicious dog, waiting for them.
"You will all die!"
Du Juan's face suddenly turned as white as if brushed with powder, and scarlet bloodlight appeared in her eyes.
At that moment, she finally revealed her formidable strength as a ghost. Her cultivation had actually reached the Qi Refining peak.
At the same time, the ghost monster beside her underwent a drastic transformation. The already horrifying fleshy tumors covering its body grew even more hideous, sprouting sharp teeth like canine fangs. Before long, it had become a strange beast over ten feet in size, shaped like a ferocious tiger.
It had a human head, a tiger's body, and the waist and tail of a wolfhound. Sharp fangs covered its entire body, while a long tongue flicked in and out of its mouth like a scarlet whip.
"Chief, be careful. This thing looks vicious!" The cultivator dressed as an itinerant physician clutched his wound and stepped forward to warn him.
The chief constable ignored him, staring intently at the monster instead. "It actually has the aura of a living person. Is this the Womb-Borrowing Return to Yang Art?"
Ordinary ghosts had no physical bodies. Their remnant souls and wills were wrapped in yin baleful qi, leaving them extremely fragile.
Regardless of their cultivation or dharma power, such beings could suffer devastating injuries if someone shattered the forms they had refined from yin baleful qi and damaged their cores.
Only upon reaching the Ghost Immortal realm, when yin and yang reversed to produce life, could they overcome the limitations