Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 221 - 81: True Energy Realm

The skin and flesh of Hundred Households Commander He and the others dissolved, leaving only dry bones, clearly indicating they died at the hands of a skilled Warlock, corroborated by the testimony of Hundred Households Commander Kong.

The clamoring people had no choice but to drop the matter.

Besides, Hundred Households Commander He was not well-regarded, and hardly had ties of friendship with his colleagues; his misfortune might even have pleased some.

After a long commotion, the matter finally settled, and Fang Zheng, losing interest in resting, began practicing the Five Ghost Transport Technique.

"The sky is clear, the earth is spiritual, soldiers move with the seal, generals follow orders... Five Ghosts, come quickly to receive your orders, carry them out swiftly, as swift as the law commands!"

The Five Ghosts' Pouch lightly trembled, and five Underworld Souls appeared one after another.

"No!"

"They should be Resentful Souls!"

Gazing at the Resentful Souls quietly floating in mid-air, Fang Zheng pondered deeply.

The "Seven Notes of the Cloud Manual" records that humans have three souls and seven spirits, with the three souls being the Celestial Soul, Earth Soul, and Human Soul.

The Celestial Soul is born of the great path, dispersing into the heavens and earth upon death; the Earth Soul arises from karma and returns to the Underworld after death; the Human Soul is carried by the bloodline, lingering in graves, tablets, or ancestral temples, sustained by the incense offerings of descendants.

These practices have led to various customs in current society.

Such as.

Emphasizing bloodline continuation.

After all, if there were no descendants to offer incense during festivals, the ancestors' souls would find it hard to persist, which would indeed be the greatest filial piety failure.

Descendants providing incense offerings ensure ancestors offer protection.

Thus,

Life perpetually continues.

Of course,

This is based on the assumption that the Human Soul can truly dwell in the world, which according to Zhang Mingrui of the Pure Yang Palace, is largely baseless.

There is hardly any alleged Underworld.

When people die, if their three souls are not scattered, they can all be considered Underworld Souls.

To ordinary people, Underworld Souls pose little harm, at most weakening one's Yang Energy, and won't be fatal unless they cling persistently.

Martial Artists, with abundant Qi and Blood, tend to intimidate Underworld Souls.

Resentful Souls, however, are different.

Resentful Souls brim with resentment and Evil Qi, capable of endangering lives, even of Martial Artists, as their Qi and Blood can't fully counteract them.

They're essentially an advanced form of Underworld Souls.

Yet, neither Underworld Souls nor Resentful Souls have physical bodies, causing harm solely through creating illusions, or directly devouring Qi and Blood, Primordial Energy.

Or,

By emitting ghostly wails to attack others' Divine Sense.

They cannot wield a large saber to physically harm someone.

"The greatest use of the Five Ghost Transport Technique is to gather the Power of Five Ghosts, enabling Resentful Souls to physically touch objects," Fang Zheng spoke:

"Thus, the means of killing will greatly increase, and the so-called transporting cargo or even stealing from others becomes a mere jest."

As he spoke.

The floating Five Ghosts abruptly spun, transforming into a black cloud, from which a pitch-black Ghost Claw gradually reached out to grasp the hilt of the saber.

"Tap..."

The sensation of touching a physical object emerged.

"Clang!"

The blade trembled slightly and was actually drawn from its scabbard by the Ghost Claw.

If there were others present, they certainly wouldn't see the Resentful Souls in the air; they would only perceive the long saber hovering in midair, by Fang Zheng's mere gaze.

Even.

The saber glimmered, moving back and forth.

As if controlling the saber remotely, maneuvering physical objects with thought.

"Not right!"

Shaking his head, he let the Ghost Claw set down the long saber, Fang Zheng whispered:

"Even with the Power of Five Ghosts, wielding the long saber is still too strenuous, its swinging speed too slow, only effective against ordinary people."

"Hmm..."

"Try something lighter?"

At the thought, the Ghost Claw transformed into threads, entwining around a pair of scissors on the table nearby, with the blades clashing midair "clack-clack."

"Still too slow!"

Fang Zheng shook his head:

"Switch to a steel needle."

This time, the steel needle traversed the air, much faster than the previous two, a First Blood Martial Artist could hardly follow its movement.

Even a Three Blood Martial Artist, if careless, could get caught.

This is just a preliminary practice; with proficiency, facing a Three Blood Martial Artist up front, even the control of the steel needle could achieve a kill.

"Whew..."

Fang Zheng exhaled the foul air, retracting the Five Ghosts.

"Even executing the Five Ghost Transport Technique, in my hands, the Five Ghosts' Pouch could handle at most three Blood Martial Artists, yet with significant limitations."

First,

It exhausts too much energy.

He visualizes Yama's true form intensely every day, with abundant Essence Qi and robust Divine Essence, yet briefly controlling the Five Ghosts still leaves him mentally foggy.

To achieve genuine, effortless control seems a distant future.

Second,

The distance can't be too far.

If it's too far, the Five Ghosts might go out of control or become difficult to maneuver; with his current cultivation base, the maximum range is only five zhang.

Not near,

But not far.

And the farther the distance, the weaker the power.

"If supported by a Magic Altar, with stronger Power of Divine Soul, wielding the Five Ghosts' Pouch, I wouldn't fear facing three to five Three Blood Martial Artists either," Fang Zheng murmured:

"In the hands of an expert in Magic, it might even threaten a Martial Artist!"

"The key is to kill without a trace; no wonder Warlocks hold such a high status, and Mages are far rarer than Martial Artists."

Compared to Martial Arts, he is actually more intrigued by Magic.

After all, no matter how high one's martial prowess, in modern society one could easily be taken down with a pistol; if not a pistol, then a rifle, and if not a rifle, then a sniper rifle.

If that fails,

There are always artillery shells waiting behind.

Magic, however, is different, indiscernible to the naked eye, infinitely variable, capable of bewitching the heart and commanding ghosts, making one defenseless and inescapable.

"What a pity!"

"My talent in Martial Arts is stronger than in Magic."

Fang Zheng shook his head:

"A Martial Artist lies ahead, while a Mage remains distant."

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A fierce wind swept across the ground, withered all vegetation.

The clouds in the sky grew thicker and heavier, foretelling the approaching thunderstorm, sure to bring lightning, thunder, and torrential rain.

"Kill!"

"Charge!"

"..."

The shouts of killing resounded across the heavens.

A group of people stormed into an alley, crazily chasing and killing a fleeing group of White Lotus Sect followers, their eyes bloodshot, each strike aimed directly at vital points.