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“Ghost Substitute!” A man's voice suddenly echoed, and then a Ghost Body of Earthly Evil Spirit level appeared out of nowhere. Hua Qian vanished from the spot and reappeared in a Ghost Flower Thicket several meters away.
“Zila!”
The gun's blade pierced through the body, tearing apart the male ghost of Earthly Evil Spirit level, causing it to dissipate into the ground. Xiao Yefeng was confused about what this meant. Although Zitong sent it to the Eighteen Layers of Hell, Xiao Yefeng truly had no idea what that entailed. Wasn't it just that the ghost was shattered or disappeared? Was the Eighteen Layers of Hell a place where these shattered souls were punished?
Xiao Yefeng understood the legends of the Eighteen Layers of Hell. However, even in the records of the Geomancer, it remained a legend. The existence of Yin Si was real, but the Eighteen Layers of Hell was merely a tale; no one had ever been there. The reason for such confidence stemmed from ancient times when Geomancer practices flourished, and some powerful Geomancers had indeed ventured into Yin Si. Thus, while Yin Si was real, the Eighteen Layers of Hell was just a story—no Geomancer had truly visited.
“Who dares to interfere with my extermination of ghosts? Do you not know the rules?” At this moment, Zitong retracted his Bright Silver Spear and looked toward where Hua Qian was hiding.
“A bold ghost! Just a mere half-step Demon General, relying on your Ghost Cultivator armor to resist the aura of the Underworld, and you dare to act so arrogantly?” Yang Xing stood up amidst the Ghost Flower thicket. Indeed, it was he who had used the substitute spell to block Zitong's deadly shot.
However, it was a case of one ghost replacing another; a male ghost captured by Yang Xing became a scapegoat. Seeing his master arrive eased some of Hua Qian's worries, but Yang Xing smirked, realizing he had miscalculated—there was no help from any Sorcerer. He had already violated the rules himself.
But then he thought, having already fallen into the Demonic Path, why should he care about any rules? At this moment, much of the intense battle energy surrounding Zitong had dissipated. Seeing him clad in Ghostly Armor, wielding a Demon-Refined Spear, and employing the techniques of a Ghost Cultivator, made stars appear before Yang Xing's eyes. This was truly the perfect Spirit Tamer. Compared to this ghost, his years of refining with Hua Qian seemed utterly worthless!
“Ghost, follow me! I promise you will get everything you desire. By following me, you can enhance your strength faster!” As he gazed at Zitong, who was almost drooling, all thoughts of helping Hua Qian recover vanished from his mind; all he could think about was bringing Zitong under his command.
“To become my master? You are not worthy!” replied Zitong in a deep voice.
“Not worthy? Then who is worthy to be your master?” asked Yang Xing, taken aback.
“With a heart devoid of integrity and lacking righteous spirit, someone like you wastes your life’s cultivation skills!” With a sweeping glance at Yang Xing, Zitong stated bluntly.
At that moment, unable to refute anything said by Zitong, Yang Xing felt humiliated. How dare this ghost criticize him? Gritting his teeth, he decided that if words wouldn’t work, he would forcibly capture and refine him!
“Ghost, if you refuse my hospitality, you'll soon learn my power when you're scorched by my Nine Spirit Ghost Refining Furnace!” With that, he pulled out a square furnace from his waist pouch that emitted flickering green ghost flames.
With a pointed sword, the cauldron suddenly swelled in size, transforming into a bizarre nine-sided furnace that stood two meters tall and three meters wide. Upon closer inspection, what had initially appeared to be a square shape was revealed to be a nonagon. Each side featured a circular viewing port the size of a watermelon, and each port bore the relief of a child's face.
The furnace spun above Yang Xing's head, allowing Xiao Yefeng to discern the expressions of the nine children depicted in relief—some cried, some laughed, some were joyful, and others sorrowful. The sight of this cauldron startled both Xiao Yefeng and Zitong; they recognized its origin immediately.
"Nine Children Soul Hammer Cauldron, are you a descendant of Plague Witch Sand?" Zitong exclaimed, clutching her head in painful recollection.
"Nine Children Soul Hammer Cauldron? This is my Nine Spirit Ghost Refining Furnace. Who is Plague Witch Sand?" Yang Xing responded, taken aback by Zitong's words.
At that moment, Xiao Yefeng was also surprised. Had he misjudged? He hid behind a tree for a closer look and realized that while it resembled what he remembered, it was clearly just a modern imitation. If it were truly the Nine Children Soul Hammer Cauldron, then Yang Xing would not be so weak; after all, the Nine Children Soul Hammer Cauldron was crafted by the three ancestral families of Transcendence, Gu Poison, and Cursing.
Moreover, according to records from Transcendence, this cauldron had long been destroyed by the combined efforts of monks, Taoists, and Confucians. Plague Witch Sand's soul had also been obliterated. It seemed that Yang Xing had obtained some ancient relic and created this imitation himself.
"Hmph! Almost let you divert the topic. Ghost, accept my Nine Spirit Ghost Refining Furnace!" With that, Yang Xing pointed his sword, causing the Ghost Refining Furnace to spin and surge forward. Nine ghostly flames of oily green erupted from the nine openings, swirling rapidly into a vortex. The dreamlike scene was drawn into it entirely, and Hua Qian, who had been hiding behind Yang Xing's outstretched hand, was also swept up.
On the ground, Hua Qian's Ghost Flowers snapped one by one. With a cry of despair, she was pulled into the Ghost Refining Furnace. Throughout it all, she never imagined her master would so insensitively toss her into the furnace.
As the suction grew stronger, the tree Xiao Yefeng had relied on vanished. He quickly dashed to Xiao Lin's side as she was about to be sucked away and grabbed her tightly. Channeling his energy through his fingers like a pen, he drew a Breaking Talisman on her forehead. Instantly, Xiao Lin felt as heavy as a thousand-pound stone and sank into the ground. Xiao Yefeng then rushed to Zitong's side and struck her palm with his own; she fell back down as her Ghost Body was pulled upward again. The Bright Silver Spear embedded in the ground was also freed; with Xiao Yefeng's spell enhancing her strength, Zitong no longer needed to use the spear to anchor her Ghost Body.
Xiao Yefeng’s sudden appearance could not escape Yang Xing’s notice. Standing behind the vortex, Yang Xing looked at him and asked, "Are you the master of this ghost?"
"It’s me!" Xiao Yefeng replied.
"Then die! Your soul combined with that of this dream's master and Hua Qian's soul will allow me to elevate him further; reaching the peak of Demon General will no longer be just a dream!" With those words, Yang Xing pointed at the Ghost Refining Furnace as it flipped over. The liquid-like Ghost Flame poured out like a flood from within, aiming to engulf both Xiao Yefeng and Zitong in its fiery embrace.
In Yang Xing's view, Xiao Yefeng and Zitong were merely stunned by fear. The Ghost Flame within the Nine Spirit Ghost Refining Furnace represented years of his labor; these flames were composed of souls he had collected over time—lonely spirits transformed into fuel for his furnace. While these flames might have little effect on humans, they were as lethal to spirits as magma would be to an ordinary person.
“Nine Spirit Ghost Refining Furnace, reverse!” Yang Xing twisted his right wrist, and the Ghost Refining Furnace that was lying on the ground flipped over, transforming into its normal form. The massive lid of the furnace sealed it shut. At that moment, Yang Xing was filled with pride; Xiao Yefeng had proven to be so easy to defeat. He didn’t even glance at Xiao Lin, who was sitting on the ground. If he had looked, he would have realized what was about to happen. After all, if Xiao Yefeng had been caught off guard, how could the Breaking Talisman above Xiao Lin's head still be floating?
“Ghost Flame, rise! Forge!” Yang Xing slapped the furnace, intending to ignite the Ghost Flame within. However, after that slap, the familiar ghostly fire did not ignite. The traces of the nine childlike faces did not appear, nor did the cries he cherished sound out. What was going on? Thinking this, Yang Xing slapped another ghostly face, but still nothing happened.
Unwilling to accept defeat, Yang Xing struck each face in turn, but all his efforts were in vain. At this point, he had neglected that opening the furnace would release Xiao Yefeng. He slapped the lid away forcefully, but a Wooden Door appeared before him. The door then floated upward, and under its glow, Xiao Yefeng and Zitong emerged from the furnace. At that moment, the Wooden Door creaked open by itself.
As the wooden door opened, Yang Xing saw his Ghost Refining Furnace rising uncontrollably into the air, flipping one hundred eighty degrees. The Ghost Flame flowing within was being drawn into the wooden door. Under its radiant light, countless Pigs, Horses, Cows, and Sheep revealed themselves above the Ghost Flame, each one being absorbed by the door as if they were lining up for something. Seeing this scene unfold, Yang Xing could no longer stand by and watch; his Ghost Refining Furnace was rapidly losing power. Desperately trying to regain control over it, he attempted to pull back his Ghost Refining Furnace. However, at that moment, Xiao Yefeng turned his head and pointed out a Spell he had already prepared in his hand. Three Yellow Talismans flew from his waist as he crossed his arms and swiftly formed hand seals with his fingers.
“Underworld Office, Yin Chai, come quickly!”
Three Spirit Talismans transformed into three balls of Symbol Fire. As they ignited, they morphed into three Yin Chai holding steel forks and lassos while carrying a White Flag on their backs. These three figures were ordinary Soul Reapers—ghosts just entering the Earthbound Spirit level—but the White Flag behind them bore the great seal of Yin Si. With just that flag alone, even the Wild Ghost King would think twice before offending them.
“Yin Chai at work; do not interfere!” One of the Yin Chai wielded Soul Binding Chains; another held a Soul Piercing Steel Fork; and the last brandished a Soul-Cutting Steel Blade. The Yin Chai with the steel blade horizontally swung it toward Yang Xing’s fingers as he attempted to recall his Ghost Refining Furnace. To protect his fingers, Yang Xing had no choice but to abandon his attempt to reclaim it.
“Zhao Yin Gate! You are Xiao Yefeng!”
At that moment, Yang Xing gritted his teeth as he glared at Xiao Yefeng standing beneath the wooden door. As a member of a new faction and someone from Perfect World, Yang Xing naturally knew about the Yuan Brothers’ demise. The reputation of Zhao Yin Gate and Xiao Yefeng had spread throughout this circle; who didn’t know that one of the Four Great Yin Gates was once again seeking a master? Xiao Yefeng’s name had taken root and flourished like mushrooms after rain.
“I have no grievances or grudges with you; why have you come looking for me?” Yang Xing felt as if his heart were bleeding. If he had known earlier that it was Xiao Yefeng from Zhao Yin Gate involved in this mess, he would never have waded into such murky waters or risked everything to trade Hua Qian for Zitong.
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