Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 118 - 49: Treasure Porcelain (Part 2)

Guard Gong, enveloped by Underworld Souls, roared to the sky. A surge of Supreme Yang Energy emanated from his body, condensing in the void.

"Tiger Evil!"

"Break for me!"

"Roar!"

The fierce tiger formed by Yang Energy roared to the sky, sound waves rippling with vibrations. Within several zhang, waves rippled, and Underworld Soul Ghosts exploded on the spot.

Those close by were utterly beyond saving.

Martial Artist!

This person has actually cultivated True Qi!

Fang Zheng's eyes lit up, then regret filled his face. Unfortunately, the other was seriously injured; otherwise, he might just be able to fight through.

"Bastard!"

The Ghost Face, who had been motionless all along, changed his expression upon seeing this, revealing his Ghost Body with a light flick. Two long white sleeves were flung afar.

The seemingly weightless sleeves struck the ground, plowing a deep furrow.

"Smack!"

The long sleeve whipped, sending Guard Gong flying.

"My Lord, run!"

Guard Gong struggled to stand, spat a Blood Arrow onto the Hard Whip in his hand, and charged at the Ghost Face in mid-air with a roar, exuding impressive momentum for a moment.

The middle-aged scholar protected Lord Yan, retreating continuously, face growing increasingly somber. Suddenly, he reached out and seized the cowering henchman behind him.

Chanting incantations:

"Nine Netherworld, the blood sea surge…"

"Hurry!"

Secret Technique—Bloodstained!

Several Finger Seals, accompanied with the Spell, were thrust into the henchman's body. With a wave of the scholar's hand, the henchman cried out, crashing into the crowd of ghosts.

The next moment.

"Boom!"

The henchman's body, as if packed with high explosives, ignited instantly, exploding into a shower of blood and flesh, spreading over several zhang.

The flying flesh was toxic; even Underworld Soul Ghosts screamed upon contact.

Fang Zheng turned to glance back, his scalp tingling.

These folks surely are not from the righteous path.

But then...

So what?

Now's nothing but a dead end!

Thoughts racing, he had made his decision, activating all the Protective Talismans on him, holding his breath in concentration, beginning to attempt a return to the modern world.

Returning,

This was the trump card to show up here.

"Bang!"

"Shriek…"

Screeching collision, bizarre howls continued, sweat beading on Fang Zheng's forehead, his body swaying slightly, but just as he was about to depart, his eyes snapped open.

"Eh?"

"Boom!"

A loud crash echoed.

A human-shaped hole suddenly appeared in the manor wall. Someone, holding a long spear, lunged towards the Resentful Soul, roaring loudly:

"Ghosts and goblins, break for me!"

Thunderbolt Spear!

Xu Seng!

Under the spur of Evil Qi, electric sparks appeared on the spear tip in Xu Seng's hand. On contact with the Underworld Souls, they exploded instantly, enveloping the surroundings in sparks.

"Boom…"

"Rumble!"

Following closely, deafening thunderclaps grew nearer, with a wave of scorching Yang Energy sweeping across, a jet-black sword glow stabbing straight at the Ghost Face in mid-air.

Black Water Sword Technique!

Linghu An!

They were not the only ones who came.

The increasingly close, deafening footsteps signified more than a hundred people gathered, with their Yang Energy collectively causing instability in this Ghostly Realm.

Underworld Soul Ghosts can harm people.

The Yang Energy of the living can also suppress ghosts.

The natural balance, a revenge of sorts.

"Ah!"

Screams sounded as the Ghost Face was split into two by Sword Qi, twisting and diving into the earth, escaping directly.

"Lord Yan."

Linghu An, sword in hand, looked at the still-shaken Lord Yan in the scene:

"Are you alright?"

"You…" Lord Yan's face bore lingering panic, slowly straightening with the help of the middle-aged scholar, eyes filled with confusion:

"You know me?"

"I'd long heard of your reputation, but alas, had never met you." Linghu An sheathed his sword, bowing with composed demeanor:

"Linghu An greets my lord. I happened to be mountain-bound exterminating bandits when I heard you were trapped in this Ghostly Realm and came to the rescue."

"Luckily…"

"I wasn't late."

"Good, good." Lord Yan took a deep breath, suppressing the panic within, his face regaining some of its usual authority:

"Linghu An, you arrived just in time, Yan... will remember you."

"Dare not." A sparkle appeared in Linghu An's eye:

"Please rest for a while, my lord, allow us to exterminate the ghosts."

"Good!" Lord Yan nodded, a dense killing intent emanating:

"Level this place!"

"Yes."

Linghu An answered promptly.

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The fierce sun rose in the east, vanquishing the evils.

The mansion and grand estate from last night vanished entirely, leaving but a graveyard covered by fallen leaves.

Over a hundred individuals brought by Linghu An gathered here, heeding the ordered calls to dig the graveyard, soon extracting coffins from large pits.

"Come."

Zhang Mingrui passed over a flask of hot wine:

"Warm yourself."

"Mm." Fang Zheng accepted it, asking casually:

"What about the Daoist's situation there?"

"The person fled." Zhang Mingrui shrugged:

"However, that one was backfired by the poison; should not survive long. Speaking of, it was thanks to Young Master Fang. You likely broke her spell, allowing me the chance to seize her."

"The Daoist's capabilities are remarkable." Fang Zheng cupped his hands, eyes settling on the scene:

"What's the plan here?"

"Dig the grave and unearth the tombs." Zhang Mingrui said:

"Ghosts sound terrifying, but they can't stand the light."

"By digging out the grave, burning the corpses, and letting the graveyard bask under the blazing sun for a day, all ghosts shall vanish."

There was something he did not say.

Digging graves and unearthing tombs is a method cutting off posterity; it's never used unless as a last resort, but the ghosts here had pushed Lord Yan too far.

Without grinding bones and scattering ashes, the anger within remains unquenched.

"Daoist."

Fang Zheng sipped the wine, asking:

"The Underworld Souls last night seemed considerably stronger than what you mentioned before, not particularly fearing the Yang Energy of the living, why is that?"

"Because there's a Ghostly Realm present." Zhang Mingrui said:

"Within the Ghostly Realm, the Yang Energy in the living bodies is suppressed, making ghosts stronger, additionally, the ghosts here are somewhat unique."