Chapter 31
“System, I choose option one. Claim the reward: Ghost-Slaying Blade.”
Li Yi looked at the dense, surging mass of Fierce Ghosts before him and suddenly smiled.
“Audience Friends, have you ever played a game called Legend?”
A black long blade appeared abruptly in Li Yi’s hand, radiating a strange, bewitching glow. It didn’t feel very heavy in his grip.
A wave of comfortable coolness emanated from the blade.
[“Streamer, how can you still be talking about games at a time like this? Wait, do you mean…?” ]
The viewers in front of the screen were suddenly stunned. What was Legend known for? Of course, it was the wild chickens outside the newbie village.
“That’s right. Watch me slaughter Fierce Ghosts as easily as chickens, one man and one blade.”
With that, Li Yi dashed straight into the horde of ghosts.
The hundred Fierce Ghosts hadn’t expected that, faced with their siege, this man before them not only didn’t retreat,
but even arrogantly launched an attack against them?
The weapon in his hand-a long blade forged from wrought iron?
Using a mortal’s weapon to kill ghosts, where did he get such courage?
But soon, their thoughts vanished. In the next instant, Li Yi, charging forward, slashed one of their companions cleanly in two with a single stroke.
It wasn’t just a physical cut-the Ghost vanished completely, its presence erased, no trace of its existence left.
The ghosts were horrified, staring in shock and anger at the black blade in Li Yi’s hand. What kind of weapon was this, that could utterly annihilate a Ghost’s spirit?
Unlike ordinary Magical Artifacts, it didn’t just shatter the Ghost’s spirit, but sliced it apart.
Under this blade, they all felt like livestock awaiting slaughter.
“Intruder, die!”
The disappearance of a companion did not frighten these Fierce Ghosts. Their hearts were filled only with rage and killing intent.
A hundred ghosts howled in unison, and for a moment, the entire building seemed to transform into a netherworld hell.
Li Yi chuckled lightly: “Since when did the human world become the territory of you monsters and demons? The dead should stay where they belong!”
Li Yi held the Ghost-Slaying Blade before his chest, infused it with True Qi, and instantly, black mist began to swirl along the blade’s edge. This black mist was different from the dead, bluish-black yin energy of the Fierce Ghosts; the mist on the Ghost-Slaying Blade was pure black, without a trace of impurity, almost like a shadow at a glance.
He raised his hand and slashed, sending out a streak of black light.
Countless Fierce Ghosts couldn’t withstand even a single blow from this attack. Compared to their fallen comrades, they were the lucky ones.
Many quick-reacting Fierce Ghosts, upon seeing the black light shoot toward them, dodged rapidly.
But unfortunately, those who couldn’t evade in time had parts of their bodies severed.
They tumbled to the ground, wailing in agony.
The pain of having their spirit bodies sliced was far more excruciating than any physical wound.
[“You have slain a Fierce Ghost. Cultivation Base increased by one.”]
Hearing the System’s notification, Li Yi became even more motivated. One kill was one point, a hundred kills meant three months’ worth.
If he killed a hundred Fierce Ghosts each time, after a year, he’d be practically invincible.
He gripped the Ghost-Slaying Blade tighter, a strange smile appearing on his face: “Back when Legend was all the rage, your Brother Li wielded a Peachwood Sword in his left hand, a free pet beast in his right, and hacked his way from the chicken coop in the newbie village all the way to the boss’s lair.”
“Never even blinking an eye.”
“And you lot, just a bunch of experience fodder? Want to kill me? Sit down, all of you!”
Li Yi’s figure charged into the horde of Fierce Ghosts like a tiger among sheep. With every swing of the Ghost-Slaying Blade, a Fierce Ghost was decapitated.
The more he fought, the braver he became. As one Fierce Ghost after another fell, his Cultivation Base soared ever higher.
The Ghost-Slaying Blade, as its name suggests, is a weapon forged specifically for slaying Fierce Ghosts and evil beings. No one knows what material the blade is made from, but it naturally possesses special effects against Fierce Ghosts.
At this very moment, Li Yi was like Zhao Zilong of Changshan charging in and out of Changban Slope three times. Fierce Ghosts rampaged all around, yet not one could harm him in the slightest.
He alone had surrounded the entire horde of ghosts.
[You have slain a Fierce Ghost. Cultivation Base increased by one.]
He kept killing, not knowing how much time had passed.
Not only did Li Yi not feel tired, he actually felt invigorated, as if he had endless strength surging through his body.
The Ghost-Slaying Blade-one slash refreshes the mind, two slashes banish fatigue forever, three slashes grant immortality.
The Ghost-Slaying Blade was simply perfect to wield.
Li Yi decided that once he returned, he would chop up his Centennial Peachwood Sword, and that useless Soul-Suppressing Chair given as a newbie gift.
Now this-this was a true ghost-slaying weapon!
Fake Magical Artifacts: bizarre shapes, effects as useless as chicken ribs, and a reputation built on deception.
Real Magical Artifacts: simple and brutal in appearance, every strike drawing blood, every slash felling an enemy.
The Ghost-Slaying Blade would automatically absorb the Yin energy from Fierce Ghosts, converting it into a special energy beneficial to the user, relieving exhaustion.
Such a weapon was practically tailor-made for his current predicament.
When he had nearly finished off all the Fierce Ghosts on this floor, Li Yi suddenly shuddered, feeling his True Qi surge violently into his dantian.
He had broken through to a new level.
[Congratulations, Host. Your strength has advanced. According to this world’s power ranking, your strength is now A+.]
The power ranking for Spirit Binders in this world was quite unique.
It was not about who had the higher Cultivation Base, but who was truly stronger.
A high Cultivation Base did not necessarily mean great strength-some people had practiced longevity techniques for a hundred years.
Yet, aside from prolonging life, their techniques were utterly useless.
In terms of combat power, even some reckless youth who had boxed for two years might knock them out.
Judging a Spirit Binder’s rank by Cultivation Base alone was far too one-sided.
Thus, the Spirit Bureau developed a new ranking system.
It used the familiar letter grades: double S, S, A, B, C, and so on.
Now, under the System’s evaluation, Li Yi’s strength had reached a terrifying A+. The System’s judgment never erred.
This meant Li Yi’s power had already reached the upper echelons of this world.
He was not among the absolute elite, but he was by no means weak.
A Spirit Binder at A-level could already be entrusted with major responsibilities, maintaining peace in an entire city.
To put it in perspective, the chief Spirit Binder of all Shen City had only barely reached the threshold of A-level, while Li Yi was already on the verge of breaking into S-rank.
Master Chen of Mount Longhu, one of the earliest Spirit Binders to emerge during the supernatural resurgence, was also S-rank.
[Clap, clap, clap.]
“Not bad, not bad. Even a hundred ghosts can’t do anything to you. It seems I’ve underestimated you.”
Just as Li Yi slew the last Fierce Ghost in the hospital, applause and a man’s light chuckle suddenly echoed from around the corridor’s corner.
So, there was someone else in this hospital besides him.
Li Yi looked up, gazing at the corridor ahead, and suddenly felt a strong sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it before.
This corridor-this was the place!
Li Yi suddenly remembered the scene he had witnessed earlier in Qingshan Hospital.
It was said that at one o’clock in the morning, if you placed your palm on the mirror, closed your eyes, and silently counted to three, you would see the image of your own death.
This was exactly the scene he had seen in the mirror before.