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The spirit must be the original owner of the A Jie Drum, which has a drumhead made of Human Skin!
Zuo Ci examined the spirit closely. Blood flowed from its eyes, and its ears had been severed. The most terrifying aspect was that beneath the billowing black smoke, only a bloodied and mangled body was visible, devoid of skin. The flesh, resembling Azure Black, twitched involuntarily.
This spirit did not resemble a ghost; it felt more like a living being.
There are three realms of spirits: Red Attire, She Qing, and Return to Life.
Red Attire refers to those who died violently, transformed into Li Gui due to their unresolved grievances. They can collide with people, disrupting their vital energy. Even ordinary Taoists would find themselves at a disadvantage against such entities.
She Qing, also known as She Corpse Ghost, is a being that is half ghost and half corpse. It can command Corpse Monsters and can manifest without possessing a human body. Such creatures possess formidable powers.
Return to Life represents the pinnacle of ghostly entities. They can generate blood infants within their bodies, nurturing them with the bones and blood of the living. Once a blood infant breaks free from its confinement, it is akin to being reborn.
The spirit controlled by the old man had evidently reached the threshold of She Qing. Not only was its yin essence solidified, but it also brimmed with abundant Yin Qi.
It was indeed a remarkable treasure. My Nine-Faced Nightmare Attached Child God still requires three high-quality spiritual materials. Once this matter concludes, I could borrow it for my use!
"What's all this about snatching? We are cultivators. When we encounter Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, should we really be fighting over them? Isn't that lacking in decorum?"
"This is a matter of fate. This item is connected to me!" Zuo Ci chuckled.
The spirit suddenly grabbed the floating ghostly essence around the young man and stuffed it into its mouth, which had no skin, chewing voraciously. The dark energy on the young man's forehead quickly dissipated.
"Matsongba Master, your Dao Xing is indeed profound!" Guan Jintang said respectfully.
"It's just a minor ghost oppression," Matsongba Master shook his head, displaying a hint of arrogance.
"Ghost oppression?" Zuo Ci scoffed. "This Matsongba is clearly boasting. This is obviously the technique of borrowing life from a ghost."
Fang Shi uses ashes and Corpse Oil to nurture evil spirits, compelling them to attach themselves to the spiritual orifices of a human body. Then, through spells, they borrow life—this is a typical method of life borrowing. Matsongba devours Evil Spirits with his spirit. This is merely treating the symptoms rather than the root cause. As long as the spell remains intact, the Fang Shi behind it will continue to refine evil spirits and come over to borrow life.
"Ghost oppression?" Zhao Laopozi squinted her eyes, her eye sockets shallow. She truly couldn't see that this was ghost oppression; it was clearly the technique of borrowing life from a ghost. You, a Lama from Tibetan tradition, are not much different from this!
Matsongba's expression darkened. He cast a cold glance at Zhao Xia and sneered, "Oh? I wonder what basis Zhao Laoxian has for saying this is ghost borrowing?"
"Basis?" Zhao Laopozi laughed heartily.
"What are you laughing at?" Matsongba said with a sinister tone.
"I laugh at your limited knowledge; you've merely scratched the surface of Tibetan Vajrayana and dare to roam the world claiming to be a master?" Zhao Laopozi retorted sharply.
The old woman's tongue could surely forge a fine magical artifact, Zuo Ci thought to himself.
"If you have any questions, feel free to come forward!" Zhao Laoxian gestured invitingly with a pointed finger.
"I'll show you the methods of the immortals!" the old woman, Zhao Laopozi, sneered repeatedly.
She began to chant a spell, her fingers moving deftly:
"Few travelers pass, the ancient cave of cultivation is cold all night,
Clear springs entwine to accompany the immortal guest,
Fragrant smoke rises to utter true words.
The profound method is rarely seen in the world,
Words heal ailments and shake the spirit altar.
Where the mysterious view opens, dragons and tigers are startled,
Dao Xing is not falsely transmitted here.
I follow the decree of Jinhua Jiao Zhu, urgent as the law commands!
I summon Huang Jia Xian, descend in your true form!"
As soon as the old woman finished her incantation, her eyes stood upright and her body trembled involuntarily. A chilling demonic aura surged forth from her being.
"You old fraud, what do you want with this immortal?" Zhao Xia heard a sharp, elderly voice emanating from Zhao Laopozi's mouth.
Oh? A rather impressive Dao Xing Huang Xian indeed. It is said that Hu Huang Er Xian's skin can be crafted into excellent inner armor, impervious to water and fire, and resistant to blades. Not bad; this treasure must be destined for me!
What was clearly a sinister commission was mistaken by Zuo Ci as a treasure appraisal event. He stroked his chin thoughtfully and waved his sleeve. A ghastly face emerged from the sleeve's opening. It opened its mouth and inhaled a small portion of the Huang Xian's demonic aura, revealing a cunning expression before slithering out of the room close to the ground.
After completing these actions, no one noticed him.
"Disciple Zhao Xia requests Huang Xian to appear!" Zhao Xia said respectfully with a smile.
As per tradition: twenty white chickens, twelve yellow strips, one grass roll, and ten pounds of spicy water! Huang Xian did not hold back either.
The white chicken refers to an old rooster. The yellow strip signifies gold. The grass roll is a cigarette. The spicy water denotes alcoholic beverages. These are the unique terms used by immortals for mundane objects.
Naturally so! Zhao Xia lowered her head and forced a smile. A proud expression appeared on her face as she walked over, contemplating how to amicably borrow a treasure for her use. She extended her palm and slapped it against Zuo Ci's chest.
How dare a mere mortal obstruct the path of an immortal? Zhao Xia scoffed coldly, her palm wind fiercely striking towards Zuo Ci's chest. Zuo Ci narrowed his eyes slightly.
Two ghostly figures emerged from his sleeves, their faces resembling those of aged children, glowing with a rich green light, exuding an aura of malevolence.
What kind of evil arts are these? Zhao Xia exclaimed in surprise. Huang Xian, who was possessing her body, quickly withdrew her palm.
A loud crunching sound echoed through the air. Huang Xian let out a sharp cry. It turned out that the Human Face ghost had moved too quickly and bitten off Huang Xian's spiritual hand.
Zhao Xia's left hand, which was enveloped in demonic energy, transformed into that of an ordinary old man.
What is this? Huang Xian looked at Zuo Ci in terror and exclaimed, Shi Ling, you actually raise Shi Ling!
Zuo Ci raised an eyebrow. This Huang Xian certainly had some knowledge, but unfortunately, that was all there was to it!
You want to fight me? Zuo Ci grinned widely and said, You should find out who I am first!
He pointed with his left hand.
The two ghostly figures, like maggots clinging to bones, opened their blood-red mouths wide, ready to bite at Huang Xian.
"I must escape!" At this moment, Huang Xian was terrified and struggled to break free from Zhao Laopozi's body, forcing her way out. Blood flowed from Zhao Laopozi's nostrils and mouth as she writhed in pain.
"My friend, seeing you in such agony truly pains me. Allow me to send you on your way!" Zuo Ci bit his finger and drew a talisman in his palm. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Zhao Laopozi.
With a swift motion, he struck down with his palm. Zhao Laopozi's eyes glazed over, her mouth and nose gaping open. Zuo Ci grinned wickedly and pulled, forcibly extracting both Zhao Laopozi and Huang Xian's souls from the Heavenly Spirit Cover.
The two Human Face ghosts before him let out ecstatic howls of joy.
"I am a member of the Huang family from Shanhaiguan! Do you dare to kill me?" Huang Xian's soul took the form of a weasel, with a sharp snout and long fur, yet her eyes flickered with a human-like fear.
Feigning surprise, Zuo Ci replied, "I merely struck down a mere monster that was at the level of human cultivation. What does that have to do with immortals? My apologies for not being able to see the True Immortal due to my shallow eye sockets; you might as well obediently accept your fate!"
"You dare!" Huang Xian shrieked, turning her body and raising her rear defiantly.
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