Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes-Chapter 347 - 345: Frobidden Art

If a cultivator were ever possessed, they must not despair. They must not surrender their will. Only an unbroken mind could resist a ghost.

She remembered something else too.

In her previous life, she had once been possessed. Trapped inside a terrifying illusion, she had harmed herself repeatedly while believing she was taking revenge on enemies that did not exist.

That trauma had followed her even into this life.

’Not again.’

Her eyes hardened. ’This time, I will break free myself.’

She faced the ghost. "You will leave my body now."

Her voice sounded strange, distorted, no longer entirely her own, yet she refused to acknowledge it.

The entity finally gave her its full attention. There was amusement in its eyes.

"You are entertaining," it admitted. "But amusement does not grant you the right to command me."

A sphere of energy formed instantly and shot toward her.

A warning screamed inside her mind.

’Break through. Break free. Or disaster will fall.’

The attack struck.

Pain exploded through her consciousness, and she collapsed into the darkness.

For a moment, there was nothing.

Only endless blackness.

Lana lay there, staring into the void.

’What a foolish idea... Did I truly think I could defeat something like this?’

Just as despair began creeping in, she heard a voice.

"Lana... Lana!"

She turned.

A screen appeared before her, like a window into reality.

Through it, she saw the outside world.

Teachers and students were still pouring energy into her body despite their injuries. Many were barely standing.

Blood stained their clothes. Some looked as though they might collapse at any moment, yet none of them stopped.

Her eyes widened.

Then she heard her own voice, cold, no longer hers.

"You all will die today. I shall reward you all for your foolishness by killing you all. After devouring your energy, I will rule this world."

Horror surged through her.

She watched helplessly as her own body raised its hand and attacked Axel.

The force sent him crashing into a distant wall. He slumped there, coughing blood, looking like a puppet with its strings cut.

"No... no!" Lana shook her head desperately.

But the vision did not stop.

Her possessed body walked toward Axel and grabbed him by the throat.

Axel struggled weakly. His eyes found hers, not filled with hatred, not with fear.

With despair.

His final words were not a plea for survival.

"Lana... please wake up. I cannot watch you die like this. I cannot bear it. Wake up Lana! I am your uncle! "

Tears welled in her eyes.

"No... stop..."

But the next moment shattered her completely.

Axel’s neck twisted unnaturally.

A sickening rupture echoed.

His head separated from his body and fell away.

Yet his last words echoed, "Take...care...Lana... Break... free... from... him..."

The world inside her went silent.

Lana’s entire mind went numb in that instant.

It felt as though the world had shattered into fragments, each drifting farther and farther away from her reach.

Sound disappeared. Light dimmed. Even the sensation of her own existence seemed distant, unreal.

’No...’

She tried to scream.

Her lips parted, her throat strained, yet no voice came out.

A chorus of jagged whispers surrounded her, like glass scraping against bone.

"Look," the gashes of darkness murmured mockingly. "Your beloved uncle is dead. What reason do you have to live now?"

Their voices curled around her like smoke.

"Let me take this body. I will use it properly. Perhaps, if I am in a generous mood, I will give him a burial."

The tone twisted into something cruel.

"I might even chop his corpse apart and throw it into a ghost portal. His soul will rot there, festering into resentment for eternity."

Something inside Lana cracked.

The next moment, her silver hair began to shimmer faintly, strands glowing as if lit by moonlight.

Her eyes, once filled with numb despair, turned completely blank.

Then she stood up.

Her spiritual body was still covered in wounds, fissures of pain spreading across it like shattered porcelain, yet she rushed forward without hesitation toward the black, gaseous mass.

"Die... die..."

The words spilled from her mouth again and again, raw and unrestrained.

"If he dies... then what right do you have to exist?"

Her voice no longer sounded like her own. It carried a chilling resonance, unstable yet filled with desperate fury.

What Lana did not realize was that what she had witnessed was only a vision.

In reality, barely a minute had passed.

Outside, the teachers and cultivators had struggled back to their feet despite their injuries. Once more, they raised their hands toward Lana, preparing to channel energy again.

But the scene before them had changed completely.

Lana, who had been standing with that eerie smile moments ago, was now crouching slowly, her body trembling violently.

She shook her head repeatedly, as if arguing with something invisible.

"What... am are you doing...?"

The words came out hoarse and broken.

Then, in the very next second, a calm and chillingly clear voice followed from the same mouth.

"If all those I loved could not survive, then you do not deserve to survive either."

Everyone froze.

They understood immediately.

Lana was fighting back.

She was trying to reclaim her body.

Even Axel’s eyes widened in shock.

’How can this be possible? She is only at the Earth Rank. Fighting a ten-thousand-year-old ghost like this will destroy her soul!’

Fear gripped him.

"Lana, stop struggling!" he shouted desperately. "If you continue, you will die!"

But his voice did not seem to reach her.

Her body twitched more violently with every passing second.

Chaotic surges of energy clashed inside her, distorting the surrounding air and producing sharp cracking sounds.

Axel’s heart sank.

He knew that if this continued, Lana would not be killed by the ghost.

She would destroy herself first.

Gritting his teeth, he made a decision.

’I have no choice.’

He activated the forbidden art of his family.

The technique itself was deceptively simple.

He gathered every drop of energy within him and compressed it violently into his mystic core.

The pressure was unbearable, like forcing a star into a grain of sand.