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"If you want revenge, I can tell you clearly that the Massacre Incident was the result of Sha Qian's stubbornness and has nothing to do with the Black Witch Cult."
A glint flashed in Ye Mingshang's eyes.
This answer had actually appeared in his mind long ago, because initially, the souls of Joan's fellow villagers were being exploited by the Ghostly Execution Hall. Moreover, among the four halls, only the Ghostly Execution Hall required the souls of the dead; the other halls, except for Senra Hall, did not need them.
Both Asura Hall and Corpse God Hall needed to utilize corpses simultaneously. Asura Hall even required living individuals with self-awareness; the deceased must also be their own people, and they would have to be trained and brainwashed before being killed.
The remaining suspects were primarily Corpse God Hall and Ghostly Execution Hall. However, it was clear that Corpse God Hall needed corpses more than souls, and their preference was not to damage bodies when killing, as that would render them useless.
Given this, the greatest suspicion fell on Ghostly Execution Hall, as they practiced ghost taming techniques and needed souls to strengthen themselves. In addition to cultivation, they could also refine the Soul Banner, similar to what Joan had seen with a member of the Ghostly Execution Hall at first.
Of course, there was also a possibility that those who killed and those who controlled ghosts were not from the same group. The killers could be someone else entirely, with the Ghostly Execution Hall merely seizing the souls.
But this possibility was slim; after all, who would take the trouble to kill a bunch of ordinary villagers?
When people engage in certain actions, they are driven by interests; they only do things that are beneficial to them.
This is human nature—a timeless truth.
Wu Boyi continued, "In fact, you know everything clearly. The reason you are doing this is merely to vent your anger, isn't it?"
He hit the nail on the head.
"The reason you left Ghostly Execution Hall for last is not because they are difficult to deal with but because you want them to fear you and suffer the most painfully before they die, right?"
Ye Mingshang squinted his eyes, his expression unfriendly. "So what? Are you saying that if I want to kill you, you can escape?"
Wu Boyi's mouth twitched, letting out a light snort.
"Is killing your way of solving problems?"
"Do you have any objections?" Ye Mingshang took a step forward.
Wu Boyi felt a cold sweat break out. He wondered how this fellow could be so bloodthirsty, shouting about killing upon first meeting. Didn't he see how friendly he was?
The pressure exerted by Ye Mingshang was somewhat uncomfortable for Wu Boyi, but it was still within tolerable limits. After all, if he couldn't handle this little pressure, he wouldn't be qualified to instill any sense of crisis in Ye Mingshang.
"With your status as Master Ye, how could I dare to have any objections? However, I always thought of you as a true man who stands tall and has clear principles. Now it seems you're just a fool who knows nothing but killing."
Wu Boyi's expression was disdainful, tinged with disappointment. Shaking his head, he turned to leave.
Clang!
A gunshot rang out, and Ye Mingshang said sternly, "Do you think you can just walk away after coming here?!"
At Ye Mingshang's fierce shout, Wu Boyi showed no signs of fear or panic; he didn't even turn around. He slightly tilted his head and said in a deep voice, "Your friend has already lost control and attacked Sha Qian's stronghold. Sha Qian is not someone to be trifled with; if nothing unexpected happens, she might already be dead."
As he finished speaking, a glint flashed in Wu Boyi's eyes.
The air suddenly turned icy.
"What?!"
Ye Mingshang was taken aback.
Joan had struck the Ghostly Execution Hall?
Now, it was almost over.
No, it wasn't like that.
Ye Mingshang's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but he quickly suppressed it, glaring intensely at Wu Boyi.
"Although Joan is my incompetent disciple, he still possesses the peak power of a Celestial Master. With just you as a hall master, you shouldn't be his match."
Ye Mingshang's reasoning made sense; after all, the realm of immortals had not been touched for hundreds of years. Since Nanhua Old Man ascended three hundred years ago, Ye Mingshang was the only one who had achieved immortality.
Aside from immortals, the Celestial Master was the strongest. The peak cultivation of a Celestial Master was already the most powerful existence among ancient sects like Longhu Mountain and Laoshan, possessing all the strength of a sect leader.
If he couldn't defeat a hall master of the Black Witch Cult with this level of power, then the Black Witch Cult must be too strong, having long been able to unify the Central Plains instead of hiding in such a small place.
When Wu Boyi heard Ye Mingshang mention that his disciple had the peak cultivation of a Celestial Master, he was slightly surprised, but it was only for a moment.
"Ye Mingshang, not everyone is a genius. Having the peak cultivation of a Celestial Master doesn't necessarily mean possessing the strength of one."
After a pause, Wu Boyi said with a serious expression.
"Moreover, Sha Qian is not an ordinary person; no, he should be described as not being a person at all."
"Not a person?" Ye Mingshang raised an eyebrow, confused by what Wu Boyi meant. Not a person—could he be a demon? No, perhaps a ghost?
"He is a Millennium Ghost Demon, possessing powers that have long reached the peak of Celestial Master. Although he has not attained Xian Dao, he has accomplished many things throughout his long life.
Do you think the massacre of your poor disciple's village was an isolated incident? No, before that, Sha Qian had already killed countless people. You should know how strong the resentment of those who die unjustly can be.
Sha Qian has collected those souls into his Ten Thousand Ghost Banner and refined them with secret techniques, making it akin to a divine artifact. With this weapon, even I must retreat three steps."
As he finished speaking, Wu Boyi turned to look seriously at Ye Mingshang.
"His strength is formidable—terrifyingly so. A hundred years ago, he killed the leader of Longhu Mountain, who was also at the peak of Celestial Master and had been renowned for a long time.
Even such a person fell to Sha Qian's hands a hundred years ago. Now that a century has passed, do you think Sha Qian has grown even stronger? Can your little disciple contend with him or even be qualified to challenge him?"
Ye Mingshang's expression grew grave. If what Wu Boyi said was true, and Sha Qian was indeed a centuries-old Demoness, then Joan would truly be no match. After all, Joan only possessed the cultivation level of a Real Person, and his current strength was merely what he had taken from the fat man.
What belongs to others is ultimately not one's own. The fat man had the powers of a peak Celestial Master, capable of wielding combat strength that surpassed even that level. But Joan could not do so; his own magical abilities were not very proficient, and his talent was actually quite average.
If it weren't for the Dao Dan given by Ye Mingshang, he would at most be a mere Sorcerer. Although he had learned many powerful techniques due to Ye Mingshang's guidance, those were suited for Ye Mingshang's fighting style. They might not suit him; even with the powers of a peak Celestial Master, he could not compare to this monster named Ye Mingshang.
(To be continued.)
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