Solving the White Ghost Soul!

The night was as deep as an abyss, the crescent moon like a hook!

The outer perimeter of Wushan Village was deathly silent, like a ghost town with no inhabitants.

A white ghost soul drifted among the mud-and-thatch cottages, like the Grim Reaper hovering before their doors. People shut their doors and windows, covering their mouths and holding their breath, suppressing the fear in their hearts.

"Hee hee~" A strange laughter echoed as the cold wind swept through the alley, like children playing. Yet, inside the houses, it was stiflingly silent; chickens and dogs were quiet, and the atmosphere was extremely eerie.

Wei Fan's expression was grim, killing intent burning in his eyes.

He had entered the 'True Intent State' and was just waiting for the White Ghost Soul to come so he could strike it with a thunderous blow!

For decades, every time the White Ghost Soul appeared, it brought a suffocating sense of powerlessness.

It roamed outside the villagers' windows, like a butcher admiring the livestock in a pen!

The feeling of having one's fate dictated made Wei Fan tremble all over whenever he thought of it, boundless rage surging from his chest to his forehead!

'Scum, what are you waiting for?' Wei Fan cursed inwardly, simultaneously sticking the Little Flame Talisman that Shi Meng had given him earlier onto his body.

Although he was confident in his own strength, it was always good to have an extra layer of insurance when facing a monstrosity for the first time.

Wei Fan knew that this White Ghost Soul had its sights set on him. With his senses heightened, he could feel its probing and killing intent.

It was clear that its target tonight was him!

Yet, the White Ghost Soul had been lingering outside for an hour without any intention of entering.

"Yingying?" Wei Fan called out to Wei Yingying, but she didn't respond.

She shouldn't be sleeping this soundly!

"Get in here, scum!" Wei Fan suddenly exploded.

BOOM!

The mud wall was instantly pierced and shattered as if hit by cannon fire. In his True Intent State, Wei Fan's black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, his two-meter-tall frame rippling with bulging muscles, exuding explosive power!

"Why are you so weak?"

Wei Fan's lips curled into a grin, his heavy, hot breath spraying onto the white soul. It was now clutched in his large hand, like a chick being choked, its soul about to collapse at any moment.

"Small fry, do you know how scared I was just now?" Wei Fan sneered and crushed the White Ghost Soul.

"Ding, Energy +5."

The system's notification chimed.

Despite the huge commotion Wei Fan had caused, no one dared to come out and investigate.

Wei Fan glanced at the outer perimeter of the village, which had returned to its silent state, then at the crescent moon hidden behind the thin clouds, and clenched his fist silently!

Power!

He needed more power!

"System, allocate points!"

Wei Fan summoned his status screen.

Name: Wei Fan

Cultivation Technique: "Tiger's Breath Art" True Intent Level

[True Intent State: Special Effects, Infinite Strength, Tiger's Might.]

"Iron Ridge Art" Third Layer (Can be upgraded)

Energy: 5

"Upgrade Iron Ridge Art!"

"Ding, consumed 3 Energy, Iron Ridge Art upgraded to Fourth Layer."

Wei Fan felt a mystical energy transforming his body. His once hard and thick skin now had a dark, bluish sheen, as if cast from iron, making it incredibly resilient!

"The Fourth Layer of 'Iron Ridge Art' has reached its limit. I wonder what it will be like after an Extreme Breakthrough!" Wei Fan murmured to himself.

Cultivation Technique: "Iron Ridge Art" Fourth Layer (Can undergo Extreme Breakthrough)

Energy: 2

The increased strength made Wei Fan feel even more secure.

He glanced at the large hole he had smashed in the wall and shook his head, but it didn't matter. As long as he joined the Night Watch Team, he could move to the inner perimeter.

He looked at Wei Yingying; she was still fast asleep. Seeing that her breathing was even and showed no abnormalities, Wei Fan finally felt at ease.

Wei Fan lay on the bed, reflecting on the battle.

He hadn't expected the White Ghost Soul that enveloped the outer perimeter of the village to be so weak. It had died with just a little effort from him!

If that was the case, why had it plagued the village for so many years?

Wei Fan didn't ponder further and closed his eyes to sleep.

A moment later, Wei Fan heard approaching footsteps.

Judging by the pace, the person walking was steady and robust.

Wei Fan opened his eyes and got up, seeing Shi Meng, clad in a grey short outfit, appear outside and examine the large hole in the wall.

"The White Ghost Soul came again?" Shi Meng looked at Wei Fan, the anger in his eyes softening slightly. "It's good you're all okay!"

As Wei Fan approached, he smelled a fresh scent of blood on Shi Meng.

Wei Fan frowned and asked, "Uncle Shi Meng, are you injured?"

"Yeah, last night I ran into a Black Ghost Level monster, got scratched by that beast!" Shi Meng said, still shaken.

He turned around, revealing three shocking bloodstains seeping through the grey cloth on his back.

Wei Fan's pupils contracted, and his heart grew solemn.

Even with his newfound strength, seeing the injured Shi Meng reignited a strong sense of crisis within him.

Shi Meng was already considered powerful in Wushan Village, yet he still teetered on the brink of life and death every day!

"I want to join the Night Watch Team!" Wei Fan said, word by word.