Chapter 103: Chapter 97: I’m Cultivating, and You’re Talking Fate with Me?
"Wang Yang, you son of a bitch! She’s just a child!"
"If you want to die, don’t drag me down with you! If the people in this village find out, we’ll be killed and no one will know!"
Possessed by a female ghost, Xiaorong’s face started to contort, lightning clinging to her like a maggot on a bone, unable to shake off the struggling ghost.
Soon, Xiaorong’s face changed to that of a crying young girl.
"No, don’t kill me... I didn’t see anything..."
"Damn it! You tricked even me, you bastard..."
Xiaorong’s body became a battlefield, faces emerged and vanished, struggling, roaring, fighting.
Malicious words continually surfaced from the ghost’s body, hidden secrets unveiled.
This guy named Wang Yang was a feng shui Daoist wandering through villages, and for some unknown reason, he became a teacher at this school.
Wang Hui, a teacher at the school, was the one who introduced him here.
The two weren’t related; Wang Yang was just handsome, good at charming women, and skilled in bed, nothing more.
After a landslide hit, the teaching building near the back mountain was affected, and due to inconvenient transportation, the school could only organize teachers to clear the debris themselves.
While clearing rubble, Wang Yang found fragments of a Yin Artifact, typically only found in tombs.
Being familiar with this field, Wang Yang instantly realized there was an undiscovered ancient tomb here.
Being isolated and weak, Wang Yang pulled in Wang Hui, his girl, into the operation. Thus, by day they taught, and by night transformed into grave robbers, digging up people’s graves.
All seemed peaceful initially, until one day a little girl stayed a bit late, heard strange noises, and wandered into this forbidden ground.
To not ruin his plan to make money, Wang Yang cruelly killed her and used an Evil Technique to stage it as a suicide.
That’s where their disagreements began. Later, Wang Hui wanted to secretly go to the county to confess this crime but was discovered by Wang Yang. He immediately killed her as well.
After that, Wang Yang grew increasingly brazen, using an evil spell to bind the ghostly spirit to the ancient tomb, thus artificially creating a female ghost.
Whenever a student showed any odd behavior, he’d control the female ghost to cause a seemingly natural death; after several such incidents, no villagers dared to send their kids to this school.
Moreover, with the village being remote, it was only natural for the school to be abandoned.
Zap!
The female ghost, furious, swallowed all the faces and let out a painful roar, soon emerging from Xiaorong’s body.
The female ghost looked at Ning An painfully, roaring something.
Immediately, as if hearing something unbelievable, Ning An’s face displayed a rich array of expressions.
"You two hold her steady, I’ll be back shortly."
He casually instructed Lin Nanbei and the others, with the female ghost flying ahead and Ning An chasing behind, until reaching the initial point of the slide rope.
"What’s the Daoist Master doing with incense?"
Lin Nanbei looked up and saw Ning An lighting incense.
Li Jingye was undeterred, just showing worry as he looked at the unconscious Xiaorong:
"It must be the Daoist Master’s unique Secret Technique, stop gawking and save her first!"
Seeing the ghost slip into the wall, Ning An frowned and then knocked on it.
"It’s hollow."
No wonder that person disappeared in the blink of an eye; they had rebuilt their secret door within this tomb.
As Ning An began searching for the entrance, deepest inside the secret room, two middle-aged men were smoking.
"Are you sure that little brat can open the innermost tomb?"
"Senior brother, aren’t you aware of my skills? Rest assured, the tomb in the middle is enough to secure our future."
"Back when learning from the master, although he held back, I glimpsed the secret that a Pure Yin Body could break Forbidden Spells. It’s just our good luck, hehe."
Silently arriving outside the secret chamber, overhearing their chat, Ning An was suddenly enlightened.
No wonder the ghost insisted on clinging to Xiaorong; turns out there’s a tomb unopened, requiring the assistance of a Pure Yin Body to do so.
Before the crew arrived, they hid all traces, planning to continue once the crew left.
By sheer coincidence, they saw Xiaorong’s birth date, and after calculations, found she was a Pure Yin Body born on a Yin year, month, day, and hour.
The two planned, using the drama’s excuse, and the Divine and Ghost Skill, to act sneakily.
If Ning An hadn’t intervened, Xiaorong’s soul would be at the Bridge of Helplessness by now.
"With heavy Yin energy at night, plus millennia of accumulated Yin from this tomb, even if that Little Daoist has some skill, he’d die crying here!"
Hearing this, Ning An couldn’t help but applaud:
"What a Divine and Ghost tale, but I wonder if that Evil Ghost seeks you, can you counter it?"
Their expressions instantly froze, and before they could react, the female ghost lunged, using the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, piercing through one man’s skull.
In an instant, red and white splattered everywhere, dead beyond salvation.
The other reacted swiftly, rolling away from the lethal blow, then ran into the tomb without looking back.
The female ghost went berserk, chasing him madly; if not for his robe’s protection, he’d be dead.
"Wang Yang! Give me back my life... give me back my life..."
Ning An quickly restrained the now substantially formed female ghost, pointing to her shin, already fading due to the sacrificial incense start.
Handing over a Five Thunders Talisman, Ning An looked a bit pained:
"Use this, it works well."
...
Meanwhile, the director and others followed Lin Nanbei’s directions, arriving outside the tunnel.
With Xiaorong pulled up, the director visibly relaxed, then became tense again:
"Daoist Master, did you handle the female ghost?"
Ning An’s thoughts were racing, yet he feigned calm:
"Don’t worry, it’s all under control, no major impact."
Inside the tunnel.
The female ghost’s first act upon escaping physical confinement wasn’t to threaten him but to plead.
"Daoist Master, I know you are compassionate, please give me a chance to personally avenge that beast with blood!"
Hearing the voice in his mind, Ning An was shocked but more so helpless.
"This little Daoist’s skills are lacking, can’t undo the shackles he placed on you, I’m sorry."
The female ghost sadly smiled, saying:
"I know the Daoist Master might not manage, but the incense you carry can."
"You mean the incense the director used earlier?"
"Yes, absolutely that incense can!"
"System, is it true?"
Ning An asked tentatively, internally shocked; burning incense for ghosts, it was a path he hadn’t considered!
After a brief silence, the system provided a hint.
[Three ghost four, host do not err.]
Ning An’s heart jolted in realization—it really could work!
"Daoist Master, please, I can’t hold on much longer..."
The ghost wept and laughed, her voice tragically poignant.
"This incense, the cost... unknown."
Looking at the ghost, Ning An slowly drew out four incense sticks, rubbed them between his fingers, lighting them.
The incense burned at an eerily fast rate.
The ghost knelt, tears streaming down, bowing three times with incense, words filled with sorrow:
"Devotee Wang Hui, willing to offer myself, sacrificing past and present, only asking to obliterate the vile Daoist Wang Yang!!"
