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"How could the Earth Qi suddenly emerge here? Where is the person who established the Golden House Courtyard?" Xiao Yefeng turned to the Geomancer who had arrived earlier, as this question must have been asked long ago.
"I've already asked. The Feng Shui altar is located in the basement at the center of Courtyards One and Two. Come! I'll take you there!" With that, the Geomancer, who called himself He Chun, led Xiao Yefeng away.
However, just as He Chun was taking Xiao Yefeng out, an indescribable look flashed in his eyes as he glanced at Lu Zhan. Lu Zhan nodded slightly, and without Xiao Yefeng noticing, he followed He Chun into a trap that had long been set.
At that moment, Xiao Yefeng suddenly heard Zitong conversing with his Spirit. Zitong said, "Big brother, be careful! I sense many Evil Spirits in that basement!"
"No way! I don't feel any Eerie Energy at all," Xiao Yefeng replied, activating his Yin-Yang Eye to look towards the basement, but still sensed no trace of Eerie Energy.
"No! There definitely is! This is my instinctive feeling; I can't hold it back any longer!" Zitong's voice grew frantic, and the calm yet cold-blooded battle maniac reemerged.
Sensing that Zitong had stepped out of the Soul Banner, Xiao Yefeng looked at him in confusion and asked, "What's going on?"
"Someone means you harm; you've already fallen into their trap!" Zitong replied coldly.
At that moment, Xiao Yefeng stopped at the entrance of the basement. He Chun turned back in surprise and asked, "What's wrong?"
"What’s in there? Never mind; I think I’ll pass!" With that, Xiao Yefeng pretended to turn away. However, He Chun's demeanor changed drastically as he shouted, "Xiao Family remnant! You will die here!"
With a loud bang, four grappling hooks latched onto Xiao Yefeng. Even though he was prepared, he was still caught because someone had ambushed him from behind. As he turned around, he saw a familiar face—it was indeed Lu Zhan!
"You!" Xiao Yefeng had been on guard against Lu Zhan but never expected him to be so powerful. Just as he sensed Lu Zhan's presence, he found himself attacked from behind.
"Sorry, but you keep ruining my plans. If you hadn't killed the Yuan Brothers, I wouldn't have targeted Yiyi. That silly girl has deep feelings for me, and I really don't want to hurt someone so unfortunate!" At that moment, Lu Zhan finally revealed his ambitions before Xiao Yefeng. Meanwhile, Xiao Yefeng was thrown into the basement; although he wasn't searched, four special ropes had tightly bound him.
"You’re from Perfect World, aren’t you?!" Xiao Yefeng seethed with rage—not only for being schemed against but also for his parents' tragic deaths and for Mei Mo'er and Liu Yiyi suffering because of him.
"I didn't expect you already knew about the existence of Perfect World. That's right, I am a member of Perfect World infiltrated into the Metaphysics Society. I’m not afraid to tell you that not only I, but countless people have entered the Metaphysics Society through my hands over the years. But what good does knowing this do? This place is your burial pit. I knew Liu Yiyi would be here; you would definitely come!" With that, under He Chun's command, the thick door, a foot thick, slowly closed.
At this moment, in the pitch-black basement, Yin Qi seemed almost tangible as wandering souls and wild ghosts appeared one after another. These were no mere wandering souls; each one was an Earthbound Spirit of the first level. Xiao Yefeng even discovered four or five Demon Generals, along with two peak Evil Spirits.
Lu Zhan's ambush on Xiao Yefeng was well-known, called Locking Spirit Finger, which is a type of Intercepting Finger that Xiao Yefeng excels at. The Locking Spirit Finger requires True Spirit Realm and Inner Force to execute. If prepared properly, a single touch could render the target unable to cultivate from then on. Fortunately, in his haste, Lu Zhan only managed to temporarily lock Xiao Yefeng without sealing his spirit.
However, that temporary lock was enough. If Xiao Yefeng had no other means to counter it, facing a room full of Evil Spirits nourished by the Yintang Point, he would be torn to shreds in an instant. Yet Lu Zhan's Intricate Calculations did not account for the fact that although Xiao Yefeng was skilled in Feng Shui Techniques and Ancient Martial Arts, those were not his only abilities. He felt the extent of his meridians being sealed.
Xiao Yefeng spoke up, "Ten minutes! I need ten minutes to recover my blocked Qi. Zitong, are you okay with that?"
"You clown! Although my memory isn't complete, holding off these ghosts for ten minutes is more than enough!" With that, the Black Gold Spirit Banner floated above Xiao Yefeng under Zitong's control. Zitong donned Armor and wielded a spear as he stepped out from the Black Gold Spirit Banner!
At this moment, among the ghosts, the strongest Demon General scoffed and said, "We thought you were someone important. Ghost, hand over your Ghostly Armor and spear. If you follow me, when I ascend to become the Ghost King one day, you will be my greatest contributor!"
Just as this ghost finished speaking, another Demon General with Eerie Energy nearly equal to his own chimed in, "Wang Chao, don’t be so greedy! What do you want me to take?"
"Yang Nan, just forget it! After all these years, when have you ever defeated me?" replied Wang Chao.
"Enough with the nonsense; first come, first served!" With that, Yang Nan took the lead and conjured a massive Ghost Head Blade aimed at Zitong. Seeing Yang Nan act first made Wang Chao furious; he quickly formed a long sword and slashed at Zitong as well.
The two Demon Generals ignited the flames of battle as countless Earthbound Spirits rushed toward Xiao Yefeng and Zitong. At this moment, Zitong's face was like frost; facing the swarm of ghosts approaching him, he remained unfazed and said calmly, "The Ghost King? Such a familiar name; thank you for helping me regain some memories! As a reward, let me end your suffering as Specters!"
"Arrogant!" Yang Nan swung his blade toward Zitong's throat. However, what happened next would be etched into his memory forever—perhaps it would be his last memory.
A Bright Silver Spear less than a meter long pierced through his Demon Blade. A myriad of intricate patterns appeared on its tip—upon closer inspection, they were countless Tadpole Scripts. Yang Nan did not recognize them, but that did not mean Wang Chao didn’t. Seeing the spear penetrate Yang Nan's Ghost Body and emerge from his back caused Wang Chao to wet himself in fear—though ghosts do not actually urinate.
"Demon Slaying Curse! Demon Slaying Curse! You are from Yin Si!" In battle there was no room for distraction; especially after Yang Nan's death made Wang Chao the strongest ghost left. Naturally, he became Zitong's target. Just as Wang Chao became distracted by this thought, the Bright Silver Spear that had pierced Yang Nan again shattered Wang Chao’s Ghost Body in an instant. In mere moments, two major Demon Generals had been defeated. At this point, Zitong had completely suppressed the spirits' momentum; for a time, the remaining five Demon Generals along with hundreds of Earthbound Spirits dared not approach any closer.
"What’s wrong? Are you all so cowardly? Do you really think you can advance to become Ghost Kings with your strength?" Zitong scoffed, swinging the spear and leaving a deep mark in the ground a meter away. He then declared, "Those who cross the line shall die!"
With that, Zitong stood firm with his spear, blocking the path of the advancing ghosts. Meanwhile, Xiao Yefeng sat cross-legged in a corner, the ropes binding him long since cut by Zitong. The other ghosts could see Xiao Yefeng's aura steadily rising. The remaining five Demon Generals exchanged glances; two of their peak members had fallen too quickly for them to react, instantly killed by Zitong. This left even the last surviving Demon General hesitant to make a move.
However, if Xiao Yefeng's power continued to recover and he walked out of here alive, the fate awaiting them would be even worse. After some deliberation, the ghosts steeled themselves and surrounded Zitong from all directions, charging past the marks left by his spear.
"Seeking death!" Zitong roared as he swung his spear, unleashing the Demon Slaying Curse that coiled around its tip like a dragon. It pierced through an Earthbound Spirit, and every ghost struck by the Demon Slaying Curse vanished without a trace, not even realizing how they had died.
Yet there were simply too many spirits; even as Zitong cleared a path with the Demon Slaying Curse, new ones filled in behind them. Zitong found himself at a disadvantage as one of the Demon Generals pushed him back and exclaimed joyfully, "He’s at his limit! It’s all just for show! Don’t be afraid! If we kill him and tear apart that man behind him, our mission will be complete!"
At that moment, Zitong swept away the other four ghosts with a single motion and countered with a backhanded strike that pierced through the head of the boasting Demon General. Although he lacked the support of the Demon Slaying Curse this time, his spear still shattered the Demon General's skull, and its Ghost Body was torn apart by the spear's edge. Zitong demonstrated that even without the enhancement of the Demon Slaying Curse, his Bright Silver Spear could still kill a Demon General in an instant!
This act once again quelled the wave of attacks from the Earthbound Spirits. After all, encountering the elusive Demon Slaying Curse meant certain death. This ghost who had appeared out of nowhere had already taken down three Demon Generals in quick succession—who wouldn’t be afraid?
"Hmph! Take one more step forward, and this ghost will be your end!" Zitong warned as he brandished his spear once more. The Demon Slaying Curse coiled around its tip again. However, upon closer inspection, it was dimming in brightness, and Zitong's Ghost Body was becoming increasingly thin. It was clear that he was exhausting his Eerie Energy. Although powerful, taking down three Demon Generals in such quick succession had drained him significantly.
As yet another Demon General Level Evil Spirit fell to Zitong's spear, one remaining Evil Spirit hesitated. The four remaining Demon General Level Evil Spirits exchanged glances before one dressed in archaic attire stepped forward and said, "Senior! Why do you fight for a mere human? As far as I know, Yin Si’s Ghost Cultivators have long freed themselves from Spirit Tamer’s constraints. Why must you make things difficult for us?"
"Clearly you are not a modern ghost. Do you know what punishments await those Ghost Cultivators who do not register under Yin Si?" Zitong glared fiercely as he swept his Bright Silver Spear through the air, creating a gust that made everything around them tremble.
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