"Five Ghosts Pushing the Tide?"
Fu Xuanxing cried out, "The legendary Hundred-Ghost Tide-Riding Banner?"
"Oh? You know of it?"
As Heng Hua spoke, he instructed Xiaoyu to use the Cloud-Tide Vast-Sea Bottle to hold the evil waves in place.
Fu Xuanxing said, "I heard my master mention it. When people drown in water, their resentment does not disperse, and they become Water Ghosts. If five hundred Water Ghosts can be refined into a soul-guiding banner, one can create the treasure artifact known as the Tide-Riding Banner and arrange tide-pushing ghost soldiers. This is a Dao Soldier technique, using a host of Water Ghosts to unleash floods and raise waves."
Raging waves swept wildly. The white jade bottle shot out three streaks of white spiritual radiance, pinning down the Water Ghosts within the water.
"That is precisely it."
Standing at the prow, Heng Hua chanted under his breath. His Creation True Essence split into five, forming five clusters of ghostfire that revolved around him.
This was—
The Five-Ghost Transference Art?
Fu Heyi asked in astonishment, "You brat, you've even dabbled in ghost arts?"
"When I was little, I used it to scare my younger brothers and sisters while we played."
Fu Xingqi and Fu Qixiang both revealed bitter smiles when they heard that.
Heng Hua had lived two lives. Since childhood, he had understood propriety and been sensible. After his fourth sister and fifth brother left home to cultivate, he and Tongjun had looked after the younger children together. Sometimes, when the children played hide-and-seek and hid themselves away, he used the Five-Ghost Transference Art to find them.
"Go."
The five streams of ghostfire circled Heng Hua three times before plunging into the tide.
In the distance, a gaunt man in black robes sat atop a Honghu Swan, waving the yin