Chapter 47
“Alright, Zhang Na, work with me to completely consume it.”
“Yes…” Zhang Na’s response came from within the Ghost-Sealing Scroll.
Li Yi braced himself; there was not a trace of True Qi left in his body.
But Daoist techniques are not entirely dependent on True Qi to be used.
Besides the Thunder Technique and other spells, he also had the Purifying Heart Divine Incantation.
Compared to the Thunder Technique and the Golden Light Incantation, the Purifying Heart Divine Incantation wasn’t as overwhelmingly suppressive against Fierce Ghosts, which was why Li Yi had never used it in battle.
Yet it had an irreplaceable function: strengthening one’s will.
Willpower is a mysterious thing; perhaps it doesn’t have any tangible effect.
But it often turns the impossible into possible in desperate situations.
“Supreme Star of the Platform, respond without ceasing.
Expel evil and bind spirits, protect life and body.”
Li Yi chanted the divine incantation, and a supernatural light shone in his eyes.
The Yin Wind Array, the Yin energy of Tao formed a massive vortex on the Ghost-Sealing Scroll.
The previously unresponsive classroom finally reacted, starting to tremble violently.
After a loud rumble, the entire classroom vanished.
[“I’m numb, I’m numb, the Streamer just absorbed the ghost and the demon, and took the house along with it. Is he planning to absorb the whole Earth next?”]
[I’m in the same city as the Streamer, and I’m really panicking. What if I wake up and Shen City has already been exorcised by the rampaging Streamer?]
[“Streamer, wake up! It’s just a poor, innocent house!”]
The barrage continued to joke around.
It’s done.
Li Yi joyfully held the returned Ghost-Sealing Scroll, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest. The Fragment of Tongue-Pulling Hell now belonged to him.
[Congratulations to the Host for completing the mission. Reward is being issued. New feature ‘Spirit-Constraining Module’ unlocked. Original mission reward: 500 Skill Points, reward automatically doubled to 1000 Skill Points.]
“Check the Spirit-Constraining Module.”
Li Yi didn’t hesitate; he’d seen Skill Points before, nothing new.
But this newly unlocked module required the recovery of the Underworld module to activate, and he was very curious about its function.
[Spirit-Constraining Module: Using the Ghost-Sealing Scroll as a vessel, constructs a miniature hell within, containing twenty Underworld Soldiers and one Judge of the Underworld to guard it. When activated, it will drag your enemies into hell for judgment. Current map: Tongue-Pulling Hell]
“Underworld Soldiers? Judge of the Underworld?”
Li Yi was stunned, but now wasn’t the time to check these out.
“The incident here is over.”
Li Yi looked at Wu Qian, who was still in a daze. She seemed to only now realize what had happened.
She looked a bit dumbfounded.
Ah, it’s over?
Wu Qian’s eyes were full of confusion. What just happened?
This man pulled out a strange scroll and made the house disappear?
“Mission accomplished.”
Li Yi patted Wu Qian’s shoulder. Poor kid, she was scared silly.
But it was understandable; Fierce Ghosts were terrifying, and he could understand her reaction.
Li Yi didn’t know that what had actually scared Wu Qian silly wasn’t the Fierce Ghost, but his own simple and brutal method of exorcism.
It was just too fierce.
In Wu Qian’s memory, it was as if a monk with a dragon tattoo across his back shouted “Daweilong” and then pinned the Fierce Ghost to the ground and hammered it relentlessly.
While Wu Qian was still in shock, Li Yi had already gotten into his sports car and started heading back to his apartment.
What? Take the lady home?
Come on, gas is expensive, okay?
“System, upgrade the Ghost-Slaying Blade.”
[“You have used one hundred Skill Points to upgrade the Ghost-Slaying Blade to level one.”]
[“You used two hundred Skill Points to upgrade the Ghost-Slaying Blade to level two.”]
[“You used three hundred Skill Points to upgrade the Ghost-Slaying Blade to level three.”]
[Your Ghost-Slaying Blade has been upgraded to max level.]
The next morning, after a night’s sleep, Li Yi received a text message. Rubbing his eyes, he opened the message-it was from Wu Qian, who had exchanged contact information with him last night.
Wu Qian: Be careful, the Spirit Bureau wants to use a Fierce Ghost’s curse to eliminate you remotely.
When did I offend the Spirit Bureau?
Li Yi was completely bewildered.
Could it be that he had killed too many Fierce Ghosts, snatching away the Spirit Bureau’s assignments, and now these people bore a grudge?
“Reason?”
Li Yi yawned and replied with just two words.
How can this guy be so calm? He’s driving me crazy!
On the other end of the phone, Wu Qian was sweating anxiously.
In the end, she couldn’t just stand by and watch a Spirit Binder who worked wholeheartedly for the people of Shen City die at the hands of his own kind.
She had only met Li Yi twice, but each time, he was exorcising ghosts and promoting good deeds. Just for this reason, she couldn’t sit idly by while the Spirit Bureau schemed against him.
As for the rumors online that Li Yi’s Daoist arts were stolen from the orthodox lineage of Mount Longhu, she always felt something was off.
Mount Longhu is a sacred place-how could a civilian Spirit Binder so easily steal the sect’s secret techniques?
If he truly had the ability to bypass the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of disciples and steal the sect’s core inheritance, wouldn’t that be overkill?
If tens of thousands of disciples couldn’t guard it, doesn’t that mean Li Yi’s Daoist arts were already stronger than Mount Longhu’s? Why would he bother learning theirs?
Moreover, Wu Qian had seen Mount Longhu disciples in action online, and while their Daoist arts were indeed similar, there was one thing-Li Yi’s Daoist arts seemed more powerful and more refined.
In comparison, the techniques used by Mount Longhu’s disciples seemed more like knock-offs.
Wu Qian had deliberately compared them before.
She believed Li Yi wasn’t the type to steal another sect’s secret arts.
After a brief exchange, Li Yi put down his phone, his eyes burning with suppressed anger. Mount Longhu, you actually want to play dirty with him.
Suddenly, a chill swept over him from behind. Startled, Li Yi turned around.
“Nana? You’ve evolved?”
After returning home, Li Yi had planned to summon Zhang Na’s soul to explain the changes in the Ghost-Sealing Scroll, but the System had given him a prompt.
Because she had fused with the Tongue-Pulling Hell, Zhang Na was currently in a deep sleep.
And so, the matter was put to rest.
Li Yi had thought Zhang Na would need some time to wake up, but unexpectedly, she had already awakened after just one night.
This truly surprised Li Yi.
“Yes, Prefect.” Zhang Na nodded. Only then did Li Yi notice that Nana, who used to wear a red dress, was now dressed in a black official robe, less gentle but more dignified.
Prefect?
Li Yi misheard for a moment-the two words sounded so similar.
Just as he was puzzled, behind Zhang Na, twenty ghostly figures suddenly appeared in the room. The ghosts wore red Yamen Runner uniforms, wielded Intimidating Rods, and looked solemn.
“Twenty Yinsi of Tongue-Pulling Hell, pay respects to the Prefect of the Underworld.”
Li Yi was stunned. Weren’t these twenty Yinsi the same children from the classroom before?
With the upgrade of the Ghost-Sealing Scroll, not only had Zhang Na leveled up, but these twenty children had all advanced to Blood-clad!
A full twenty Blood-clad.