The dark night was like an abyss, the waning moon like a hook!
Wushan Village's Outer Circle was silent beyond compare, like a ghost village where no one lived.
A white ghost soul drifted between the yellow-mud thatched houses, like the Grim Reaper lingering before their doors. People shut their doors and windows, covered their mouths, held their breaths, and suppressed the fear in their hearts.
"Heehee~" The chilly wind passed through the alleys, carrying bursts of eerie laughter like children playing and frolicking. Yet inside the houses, there was only suffocating silence. Chickens and dogs dared not make a sound, and the atmosphere was strange to the extreme.
Wei Fan's face was as still as water, murder intent glinting coldly in his eyes.
He had already entered the True Intent State, waiting only for the White Ghost Soul to come closer so he could strike it like thunder!
For decades, every appearance of a White Ghost Soul had brought an impotent, suffocating feeling.
It wandered outside the villagers' windows, like a butcher admiring livestock in a pen!
Whenever Wei Fan thought of that feeling of having his fate controlled by another, his entire body trembled. Endless fury surged from his chest and rushed straight to his head!
Bastard, what the hell are you waiting for? Wei Fan cursed inwardly as he stuck the Little Flame Talisman Shi Meng had given him during the day onto his body.
Although he was full of confidence in his own strength, facing a strange monster head-on for the first time meant that one more safeguard was always better.
Wei Fan knew that this White Ghost Soul had set its sights on him. With his heightened five senses, he could feel its watchful gaze and killing intent.
Clearly, its target tonight was him!
Yet the White Ghost Soul had lingered outside for an hour without showing the slightest intention of coming in.
"Yingying?" Wei Fan called out to Wei Yingying, but she did not react.
She should not have been sleeping this deeply!
"Get the fuck in here and die, bastard!" Wei Fan suddenly sprang up.
Boom!
The yellow-mud wall was blasted apart as though struck by cannon fire, instantly punched through and shattered. In the True Intent State, Wei Fan's black hair spilled down like a waterfall. He stood two meters tall, every muscle bulging high with explosive power!
"Why are you so weak?"
Wei Fan grinned. His heavy, scorching breath sprayed over the white soul body. It was caught in his huge hand like a chick seized by the neck, its soul body liable to collapse at any moment.
"Small fry, do you know how scared I was just now?" Wei Fan sneered savagely and crushed the White Ghost Soul in a single grip.
"Ding, Energy +5."
The system's notification rang out.
Despite Wei Fan causing such a huge commotion, no one still dared to come outside and investigate.
Wei Fan looked at the Outer Circle village, which had returned to silence, then at the waning moon hidden behind thin clouds. He silently clenched his fists!
Strength!
He needed even greater strength!
"System, add points!"
Wei Fan summoned the panel.
Name: Wei Fan Cultivation Art: "Tiger's Breath Art" True Intent Level True Intent State: Effects, Infinite Strength, Tiger's Might. "Iron Ridge Art" Level Three (Can be Improved) Energy: 5
"Improve Iron Ridge Art!"
"Ding, 3 Energy consumed. Iron Ridge Art has been raised to Level Four."
Wei Fan felt a mysterious force remolding his body. His already hard, sturdy skin took on a dark bluish sheen, as though cast from iron—indestructible!
"The fourth level of Iron Ridge Art has already reached its limit. I wonder what it will be like after an Extreme Breakthrough!" Wei Fan muttered.
Cultivation Art: "Iron Ridge Art" Level Four (Can Undergo Extreme Breakthrough) Energy: 2
His newly increased strength gave Wei Fan an even greater sense of security.
He glanced at the huge hole he had smashed through the wall and shook his head. Still, it did not matter. Once he joined the Night Watch Team, he could move into the Inner Circle.
He looked over at Wei Yingying. She was still fast asleep. Only after seeing that her breathing was even and there was nothing unusual about her did Wei Fan relax.
Wei Fan lay on the bed, reflecting on the battle just now.
He had not expected the White Ghost Soul that haunted the village's Outer Circle to be so weak. With just a little force, he had crushed it to death!
If that was the case, why had it plagued the village for so many years?
Wei Fan did not dwell on it and closed his eyes to sleep.
A while later, Wei Fan heard footsteps approaching from afar.
Judging by the steps, the newcomer walked steadily and had a strong, sturdy build.
Wei Fan opened his eyes and got up, only to see Shi Meng in gray short clothes outside the house, inspecting the huge hole in the wall.
"The White Ghost Soul came again?" Shi Meng looked at Wei Fan, and some of the anger in his eyes eased. "It's good that you're both all right!"
As Wei Fan stepped closer, he caught the lingering scent of blood on Shi Meng's body. It was fresh.
Wei Fan frowned and asked, "Uncle Shi Meng, were you injured?"
"Yeah. Last night, I ran into a Black Ghost Level ghost creature and got scratched by that beast!" Shi Meng said with lingering fear.
He turned around, revealing three horrifying bloody gashes soaking through the gray cloth on his back.
Wei Fan's pupils constricted, and his heart chilled.
Having gained a little strength, Wei Fan had begun to feel confident. But upon seeing the injured Shi Meng, a powerful sense of crisis rose within him once more.
Shi Meng was already considered strong in Wushan Village, yet he still hovered between life and death every day!
"I want to join the Night Watch Team!" Wei Fan said, enunciating each word.
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