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The atmosphere in the basement was heavy. Zitong's identity as a Ghost Cultivator had been revealed by this ghost. Although Zitong appeared transparent, the chilling wind made the remaining ghosts too afraid to move. A male ghost, dressed in ancient attire with long hair and wielding a sharp sword, pondered for a moment before shaking his head and saying, "Senior, you are right! However, Qi is now depleted, and Yin Si has long prohibited new Ghost Cultivators! There are many like me who linger in the human realm to absorb Qi. In nearly a hundred years, no Yin Si Inspector has descended; your efforts are futile! I, Fan Changfeng, respect you as a fellow Ghost Cultivator. If you retreat, we will no longer trouble you. Otherwise..."
Zitong glanced at Fan Changfeng with a chubby face and replied expressionlessly, "Otherwise what? Do you intend to take advantage of my Eerie Energy being depleted and tear apart my Ghost Body to absorb my Ghost Cultivator essence?"
Fan Changfeng was momentarily speechless. Although this was indeed what he thought, he dared not say it outright. After all, Zitong was clad in Ghostly Armor and wielded a Ghost Cultivator's Weapon—gifts only bestowed by Yin Si. If these rogue Ghost Cultivators were to kill Zitong, they would risk endless pursuit by the Yin Si Inspector. Of course, as the saying goes, one must take risks for rewards; desperate acts of violence could be justified.
"Senior, you are going too far! Who doesn't know that even during the peak of Ghost Cultivators, those who received Armor and Weapons from Yin Si were few and far between? What I mean is that we can only inconvenience you!" Fan Changfeng's sword drooped slightly in his hand, signaling an impending attack.
"Hmph! I want to see how you wild ghosts who have ascended to the path of Ghost Cultivators can inconvenience me!" Although his words were rude, Zitong remained unmoved, holding his spear protectively in front of Xiao Yefeng.
At this moment, Fan Changfeng sensed that Xiao Yefeng's momentum had regained about ten percent and was about to break free from his master's Locking Spirit Finger. Remembering the fate of those subordinates who had failed to follow their master's orders, even Fan Changfeng felt a chill run down his spine.
"We can't wait any longer! By the time this Geomancer's Qi recovers, all of you will be annihilated! Charge! He has already exhausted most of his Eerie Energy and cannot stop us!" Fan Changfeng took the lead and charged at Zitong with his long sword drawn. This was often how uprisings began—initially filled with grandeur but ultimately driven by the first person stepping forward.
Thus, uprisings often started with great promise. This saying applied perfectly here; Zitong was indeed at the end of his strength. However, even a dying camel is larger than a horse. As a Ghost Cultivator clad in Armor and wielding a spear, Zitong managed to hold his own against the attacking ghosts for a time. This gave the other ghosts confidence.
It should be noted that just moments ago, Zitong had dispatched numerous ghosts in an instant. Now he could match them evenly in battle; after several exchanges without any Evil Spirits falling, Zitong found it increasingly difficult to defend himself with just his spear and had no choice but to rely on his Armor for protection.
However, sacrifices naturally bring rewards. Zitong desperately protected Xiao Yefeng while sacrificing some attacks absorbed by his Armor. Though this consumed some Eerie Energy, it also provided Zitong with opportunities for counterattacks. In trading injuries for injuries, Zitong blocked dozens of attacks with his Armor; however, as he swept through with his spear, all attacking Evil Spirits were shattered into pieces by the Demon Slaying Curse.
Of course, there was one exception: Fan Changfeng. By rights, he was also a Ghost Cultivator and different from these rabble-rousers; these Evil Spirits merely bullied ordinary people while Ghost Cultivators could truly contend against practitioners. Anticipating Zitong's strategy of trading injuries for injuries, he had already evaded beforehand.
Zitong's spear could be said to sweep across the battlefield; however, it also brought him into crisis. At this moment, his Ghost Body was weakened and required support from the spear to stand firm—this was the difference between a Ghost Cultivator and an ordinary ghost. While an ordinary ghost might be weak with a thin Ghost Body, a Ghost Cultivator possessed characteristics akin to that of a human body.
Just then, a sword beam swept in from above at an angle. In a rush, Zitong raised his spear to counter it; however, this strike sent him flying. At that moment, Fan Changfeng finally reappeared while Zitong struggled to get back on his feet.
"You truly are at your limit! It's a pity this Geomancer has only recovered fifty percent of his spiritual power. I will kill him first and then tear apart your Ghost Body! Tsk tsk tsk! You were right all along—Ghost Cultivators' Ghost Bodies are indeed treasures! Absorbing your Ghost Body will surely allow me to reach the late stage of Demon General! With your equipment as well, my combat power will rival that of a Ghost General!" After confirming that Zitong was indeed at the end of his strength, Fan Changfeng finally revealed his true nature.
"Don't you dare hurt him!" Zitong stood once again in front of Xiao Yefeng, but anyone could see that Zitong had already lost the strength to fight.
"Stubborn and Unyielding, then I'll kill you first!" With that, Fan Changfeng's sword began to shimmer with specks of light. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a Talisman spell, and Zitong immediately recognized the nature of the charm.
"The Soul-Chasing Spell of Yin Si, isn't this the binding Talisman of Yin Chai? How could a mere Ghost Cultivator like you possess it! Could it be..." Zitong's words were cut short as Fan Changfeng could no longer hold back.
"That's right, this is indeed Yin Chai's Soul-Chasing Spell. Unfortunately for him, he met his master; dying was in vain!" Fan Changfeng continued to gather the Soul-Chasing Spell, exuding an air of confidence.
At that moment, an inexplicable rage surged within Zitong. The death of Yin Chai filled him with anger for reasons he couldn't comprehend. Suddenly, Zitong realized what kind of person would dare to kill Yin Si. Why had Yin Si not yet reclaimed the use of this Soul-Chasing Spell after Yin Chai's death? Had Yin Si truly fallen to such a low state?
Thus, Zitong spoke up, "You dare to kill someone from Yin Si? Aren't you afraid the Ghost King will come to take your Fate Soul?"
"Hah! I don't know where you've been training so fiercely, but you clearly don't know the current state of Yin Si. The path of cultivation has reached its end; everyone is on edge, and ghosts wail at night. Yin Si has long been severed from the path between yin and yang. Hundreds of years ago, the four great Ghost Kings collectively vanished; without a Ghost King, there are no Demon Generals!" Fan Changfeng boasted arrogantly.
"What?" Zitong was taken aback; clearly, this was the first time he had heard such words from Fan Changfeng.
Fan Changfeng glanced at Zitong and said, "Trying to buy time? Too late! Let me tell you, Yin Si is about to lose control over the human realm forever. When that happens, the Yin-Yang Path will close; only entry will be allowed, not exit. No one will be able to manage us in the human realm anymore! Now, go die!"
With that, he swung his sword entwined with the Soul-Chasing Spell directly at Zitong and Xiao Yefeng. Just then, a man's voice rang out: "What about the boundary?"
Fan Changfeng blurted out almost instinctively, "Boundary! Those guys will be worse than ordinary people once the human realm loses its Qi! Huh? Who's speaking?"
At this moment, Zitong rubbed his arm where Fan Changfeng had just scratched him and said, "If you don't wake up soon, I'm going to have to perform a rite for you!" The usually serious and unsmiling Zitong's second personality spoke half-jokingly.
"Heh heh, thank you for guarding me! Now leave it to me!" At that moment, a pitch-black wooden sword shimmering with Golden Cyan light struck against the Soul-Chasing Spell. The clash caused both the Soul-Chasing Spell and Fan Changfeng's sword to be sent flying.
Upon seeing the master of the Black Sword, Fan Changfeng was taken aback. At that moment, the man spoke, "Why don't you want to kill me anymore?"
"You... You clearly fell victim to the master's Locking Spirit Finger. How can you still channel your spiritual energy without breaking free?" Fan Changfeng stared at the man before him.
This man was none other than Xiao Yefeng. However, at this moment, Xiao Yefeng frowned as he glanced toward the exit of the basement. After surveying the remaining spirits in the room, he said, "Although I would love to explain, I'm quite angry right now, and time is running short. So here's the deal: to save time, you all walk through the door yourselves. That way, we won't waste anyone's time!"
"Hmph! Arrogant! I see you've only recovered fifty percent of your Qi. Do you know why those Demon Generals with higher cultivation than mine weren't chosen by the master? That's because—"
Before Fan Changfeng could finish his sentence, Xiao Yefeng had already made his move. A Bagua Mirror shimmering with Azure Light trapped Fan Changfeng within it, while a black-gold banner floated up and directly took him away. The combination of the Bagua Mirror and the Black Gold Spirit Banner flowed seamlessly; just moments ago, Fan Changfeng had cornered Zitong, yet now he was captured.
This scene left the other spirits dumbfounded. At that moment, Xiao Yefeng calmly declared, "Enough with the delays! Will you surrender or fight?"
The other spirits were stunned. The fear stemming from the Geomancer and what unfolded before their eyes sent shivers down their spines. Without hesitation, these Evil Spirits scattered in all directions. As the saying goes, when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter; these Evil Spirits were merely wandering souls summoned by Fan Changfeng. With their master defeated, there was no reason for them to stick around. This was a rebellion of sorts—often loud at first but ending in a tragic whimper.
At that moment, Xiao Yefeng lightly coughed and then said, "If I let you Yin Sin spirits escape, wouldn't that tarnish my reputation? Under the name of the Lord of the Underworld, you should have willingly entered through that door. It seems I must waste a bit more time!"
At this point, the Zhao Yin Gate had appeared above Xiao Yefeng's head, and a Wooden Door had opened, casting a foot-long beam of light in pale blue. As Xiao Yefeng activated his Carefree Vitality Technique, one hundred and twenty Symbol Bones instantly infused into his Qi. He moved like a rocket throughout the basement; wielding the Black Sword like a baseball bat, he sent every Earthbound Spirit attempting to flee flying toward the Zhao Yin Gate.
Any Evil Spirit that entered beneath the blue light of the Zhao Yin Gate found their malevolence dissipating and obediently being drawn into the vortex leading into it. With each Evil Spirit that crossed over, Xiao Yefeng's Yin Sin diminished slightly. Although he still possessed a five-digit count of Yin Sin, it had been reduced by nearly half compared to its initial number!
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