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The cries echoed fearlessly from all directions, and at that moment, Xiao Yefeng's expression turned cold as he said, "Since you insist on suffering, don't blame me!"
With a twist of his hand, he formed a seal, cradling his right hand with his left. He pointed a finger at the Thundercloud, and a bolt of golden cyan lightning shot directly towards the Vast Soul Banner. The enormous Black Banner was struck by the lightning and shrank instantly, yet the cries grew even more piercing. Xiao Yefeng's face was truly grim; this lightning was transformed from his own pseudo Qi, essentially still a Psychic Blade. In other words, this bolt of lightning was merely a frightening form of the Psychic Blade meant to intimidate spirits.
Xiao Yefeng had not yet reached the Inner Force level, and within his False Spiritual Power, only fifty percent was Earth Spirit Energy. Moreover, it wasn't raining at the moment; there was no thunder Qi in the air. Without complete True Spiritual Power, no one could fully utilize Earth Spirit Energy; they could only borrow it.
Under the strike of this electrically charged Psychic Blade, the Soul Banner shrank again, but it still did not yield. At this point, Xiao Yefeng did not want to waste time; he initially thought that scaring the spirit would suffice, but he did not expect it to resist him so fiercely.
Chanting an incantation, countless thumb-sized Psychic Blades erupted from the Thundercloud behind him like a tidal wave rushing towards the Black Banner. The spirit within the Black Banner finally realized it was outmatched. Eerie Energy surged from the Black Banner as it clashed with Xiao Yefeng's Psychic Blades. However, the onslaught of Psychic Blades tore through the Ghost Mist's defenses.
With a crackle and pop, the Soul Banner transformed from obscuring the sun to palm-sized in an instant, and the illusion shattered. The hotel scene reappeared. Meanwhile, Xiao Yefeng maintained his hand seal posture, pointing at the Soul Banner with his right hand while drawing out the Bagua Mirror with his left. He aimed its surface at the Soul Banner and declared, "If you don't come out and surrender now, I'll open the curtains and let you be engulfed in blinding light!"
With a whoosh, a ghostly figure emerged as Zhang Chuanhai's Fate Soul drilled out from the Black Banner and directly entered Zhang Chuanhai's body. In an instant, the fragment of his soul behind Zhang Chuanhai filled out completely. Surprisingly, Zhang Chuanhai's Earthbound Spirit realm even advanced a level; the black iron chains shimmered with a hint of purple energy. However, this was not what Zhang Chuanhai sought; he only wished for a complete soul so he could reincarnate safely.
Now that his soul was whole again, he could return to Yin Si for reincarnation at any moment. With such formidable Yin Qi, Zhang Chuanhai would likely be reborn into a wealthy family after reincarnation—at least he wouldn't have to worry about money.
At this moment, Zhang Chuanhai was a capable Spirit Tamer. With his complete soul gathered, he brandished an iron chain spear that lunged straight at the Black Gold Soul Banner. "Mr. Xiao wants you to come out; why are you still hiding? Do you really want to be lost forever?"
With the Bagua Mirror above and Zhang Chuanhai's iron chain spear below, a figure trembled within the Soul Banner. Under Xiao Yefeng and Zhang Chuanhai's watchful eyes, a head peeked out from the Soul Banner, glancing around nervously at the Bagua Mirror and iron chain spear before quickly retreating back inside.
Seeing the ghost's face made Xiao Yefeng realize that this spirit must have died when it was no older than five years old. He waved his hand to signal Zhang Chuanhai to stand down. Understanding Xiao Yefeng's intent, Zhang Chuanhai retracted his spear and stood beside the Soul Banner while Xiao Yefeng put away the Bagua Mirror and said, "Come out now! I've already put away the Bagua Mirror!"
"Are you trying to trick me?" A childish voice came from within the Soul Banner.
"Of course not! You're just a child; you can't fight me anyway. Why would I trick you?" Xiao Yefeng replied with a smile.
"That's not true! There's a big guy next to you; he often hits me with what he's holding! I don't want to go out!" The child's voice echoed again from within the Soul Banner.
Looking at Zhang Chuanhai's iron chain in confusion, Xiao Yefeng wondered how this ghost could be frightened by Eerie Energy weaker than Zhang Chuanhai’s when it seemed to be at least at the peak of Earthbound Spirit level.
"It's okay! He's my friend—a very nice uncle! Come on out; I promise I won't hurt you! How about this: if you come out, I'll treat you to some candy!" Xiao Yefeng said cheerfully.
"Candy! Hmm... don't trick me! Otherwise, I'll make you pay!" The child's voice responded defiantly.
"Don't worry! Look what I have!" Xiao Yefeng opened a pack of mint candies in the hotel room and placed them in front of the Soul Banner. He then began to chant a supply incantation.
Indeed, the so-called supply incantation was just a simple gesture. This item was an offering meant for wandering spirits, allowing them to partake in something. Of course, spirits that enjoyed eating were quite rare nowadays; after all, have you ever heard of a ghost feeling hungry? As long as they absorbed Yin Qi, they could sustain themselves without needing food!
Once the incantation was completed, the spirit within the Soul Banner caught a whiff of the candy's aroma. It peeked out from the Soul Banner to look at Xiao Yefeng and Zhang Chuanhai, noticing that both were standing at a distance. The spirit then emerged from the Soul Banner and picked up a piece of candy to eat. Under the gaze of the Yin-Yang Eye, Xiao Yefeng saw that at the moment the spirit picked up the candy, it split into two; one remained in place while all the fragrance was consumed by the spirit.
Having eaten the candy, the spirit intended to return to the Soul Banner but felt shy as it noticed Xiao Yefeng and Zhang Chuanhai still watching. It awkwardly sat on the bed, twirling its fingers and occasionally glancing at Xiao Yefeng. Clearly, even for a ghost, the saying "you can't bite the hand that feeds you" held true.
Finally, unable to contain itself, the spirit said, "What about that bad guy? He still owes me one hundred sixty-three pieces of candy!"
"Haha!" Xiao Yefeng and Zhang Chuanhai burst into laughter. This spirit truly was a source of amusement. However, seeing their smiles made the spirit feel a bit scared. It turned to Xiao Yefeng and said, "Um, how about you let me go? I don't want to go back!"
"Go? No problem! Just wait a bit longer! I'll send him off to reincarnation and let you go too. I can see your soul is intact; you must have been harmed by that Yuan Xun guy! How could he be so cruel?" Xiao Yefeng replied.
"Reincarnation! Oh! Aren't you in cahoots with my last master?" The spirit blinked cautiously.
"Of course not! If it weren't for me, you'd still be under Yuan Xun's control. You were responsible for guarding Brother Zhang's Fate Soul; didn't you know that?" Xiao Yefeng asked.
"I didn't know! My last master was a bad person, but he gave me candy, so I guess he was half a bad person. My previous master was a real villain who never gave me any candy and often hit me. Hmm! My even earlier master was also a bad person! And there were more before that..."
The spirit began counting on its fingers again, but Xiao Yefeng sensed something was off. With so many masters, how long had this spirit been dead? So he directly asked, "How long have you been dead?"
"Oh, I don't know that. I just remember when I was born, you humans still had long braids!" The spirit thought for a moment before responding.
"Long braids! So you must have been born during the Feudal Dynasty—during the Qing Dynasty?" Zhang Chuanhai interjected.
"I don't know; it should be around that time. Anyway, I've been stuck in this banner for ages now. Are you a Taoist?" The spirit tilted its head as it looked at Xiao Yefeng.
"I'm not; true Taoist arts are quite rare now. I'm a Geomancer!" Xiao Yefeng explained.
"Oh, then I'll follow you from now on! You just need to give me two pieces of candy; well, if you don't give me one piece that's fine too! I can help scare people for you and find others! I can even fan you!" By the end of its proposal, the spirit seemed less confident, clearly unsure of what else it could offer. However, its bargaining demeanor was rather endearing.
Seeing Xiao Yefeng silent, the ghost clearly felt a bit scared. With big, watery eyes, it looked at Xiao Yefeng and said pitifully, "I, I, I! How about we share two pieces of candy?"
Xiao Yefeng smiled and replied, "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. It's just candy, right? I'll give you as much as you want!"
Upon hearing Xiao Yefeng's words, the ghost excitedly floated up from the bed, spinning in circles in the air. Meanwhile, Xiao Yefeng picked up the black Soul Banner and examined it closely. This was no ordinary banner; according to the ghost's explanation, this Soul Banner had at least a hundred years of history. Yet it was made of cloth—how could it be so resilient?
"Do you want to know about this banner? I know!" The excited ghost approached Xiao Yefeng as he studied its banner.
After hearing the ghost's words, Xiao Yefeng slapped his thigh in excitement. Of course! Why try to figure it out himself when there was a ready guide right in front of him?
"By the way, we haven't introduced ourselves yet! I'm Xiao Yefeng, and this uncle is Zhang Chuanhai. What's your name?" Xiao Yefeng asked the ghost.
"My name is Zitong. Hello, Brother Xiao and Uncle Zhang!" The ghost was quite polite, bowing respectfully to both of them. However, this form of address left Zhang Chuanhai feeling somewhat conflicted.
"Zitong, how do you know about this Soul Banner?" Xiao Yefeng noticed a strange symbol on the bottom rod of the Soul Banner but couldn't determine what it was, so he curiously asked.
"I made it, so of course I know!" Zitong then began to tell a story that left both Xiao Yefeng and Zhang Chuanhai feeling somewhat legendary.
The events took place during the most recent Feudal Dynasty—specifically, the Qing Dynasty! Zitong was the young master of a wealthy family, akin to a child from a millionaire family today. From birth, Zitong was known far and wide for his talent; by the age of three, he was already learning to write under the guidance of a tutor hired by his family. That old saying truly described him best.
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