My Lady Always Lacks Ambition-Chapter 297 - 296 Calculating in the Dark

The Flying Needle shot out, catching Fusheng off guard.

She was already in a flurry due to Qin Liuxi’s words, and then he sent a needle flying into the Ghost Palace with such precision that it was as though it was measured by the ruler—neither too light nor too heavy, penetrating three parts deep, causing Fusheng’s lips to tremble slightly, but not harming the bones inside.

As the silver needle entered the Ghost Palace, Fusheng’s already pale face grew even more ashen and colorless. A form of energy rose beside her, enveloping her and not dispersing—faint as if the mist of distant mountains, seemingly there and yet not.

Realizing she had been schemed against, Fusheng was incensed.

"That despicable Taoist lacks basic decency."

What happened to being courteous and not resorting to violence at every turn? What is this now?

This is completely devoid of martial virtue.

Qin Liuxi chuckled lightly: "I’m really not one to call for violence at every turn. But, to scheme is another matter!"

Fuming with rage, Fusheng’s eyes turned a fiery red, her laughter cold and sinister: "You think this level of Daoist cultivation is enough? A single silver needle and you want me to raise the white flag and surrender? Dream on!"

"You really don’t love Han’er."

"How dare you, a decrepit Taoist like you has no right to call Han’er’s name, shut your mouth!" Fusheng tried to pull out the silver needle from the Ghost Palace, but as soon as her hand touched it, she felt as though struck by Thunder Strike, numbed to the core, her Divine Soul shaking.

Qin Liuxi said: "Fusheng, I don’t really want to be your enemy, nor do I want to push you to death. I sympathize with your situation, you died unjustly, and I feel sorrow for you. But must this cursed love cause two women to be sacrificed, wasn’t your death already enough, why drag Xiao Qinghan into this?"

"I won’t die, we will continue to be well, I am in her, and she is in me, this is even better."

Qin Liuxi scoffed: "Don’t be naively foolish. Once again, how long has it been since Xiao Qinghan appeared? Or to put it another way, is her soul still intact? You should leave her body first, your bones have been found, I will have Governor Xiao find a precious land to bury you, Xiao Qinghan can then offer sacrifices to you, even placing a Divine Position for you, how about that?"

"Ha ha ha..." Fusheng threw her head back and laughed wildly, the laughter was mad and piercing, filled with sarcasm: "If I can’t be together with her in life and death, what use is a Divine Position to me?"

Qin Liuxi met her gaze coolly, lowered her eyes with a soft sigh: "Then are you forcing me to use force!"

You forced my hand.

Fusheng saw that her fingertips were already pinching another silver needle and immediately tensed up, stepping back twice with her body trembling slightly, the silver needle on her lips jumping as if desperate to break free. With a fierce yet frail voice, she shouted: "You dare! I will end myself!"

With that, she clasped her own neck.

With this clasp, she seemed to struggle again, murmuring to herself: "No, it can’t be, Han’er, come out."

"Waste." Fusheng cursed maliciously.

Qin Liuxi’s eyes flickered rapidly, her figure flashed, and pressing an acupuncture point on her arm, Fusheng’s hands immediately became too weak to grasp her own throat, and Qin Liuxi’s needle was already stabbed into the Ghost Letter.

With the needle three parts in, Fusheng’s body stopped shaking but her whole body surged with a greater evil aura because of shock and anger.

Bang, bang, bang.

The palace lanterns in the wind swayed madly and fell to the ground.

The courtyard seemed filled with ghostly howls and wolves’ wailing.

Unmoved, Qin Liuxi, pinching the silver needle, pierced it into her ghost heart, the Ghost Road, three parts deep, burning like fire.

Then, a needle one inch into the Ghost Pillow, another five parts into the Ghost Bed...

Fusheng screamed shrilly.

Qin Liuxi, through her thin clothes, stabbed two needles into her abdomen: "Come out now, or don’t blame me for completing all thirteen needles."

"The Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, you actually know them." Fusheng’s face was twisted and deformed, her large eyes bloodshot, glaring maliciously, her purple face covered in sweat, increasingly hideous.

Qin Liuxi flicked a needle.

A puff of blue smoke arose, and Fusheng emerged from Xiao Qinghan’s body.

As soon as she came out, Xiao Qinghan collapsed limply to the ground; Qin Liuxi hastily supported him, but Fusheng let out a shrill, cold laugh, throwing up her hands and muttering, dark evil spirits rolling towards her, accompanied by an intangible telekinetic force, striking Qin Liuxi.

Qin Liuxi grunted, shocked, and with a fling of her hand, several talismans flew out from her sleeve, encircling Fusheng.

She laid Xiao Qinghan aside, stared at Fusheng and said, "What on earth are you, possessing such Buddha Power? You’re not Fusheng?"

Fusheng stood up, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue, "I am Fusheng. How is it, does this Buddha Power scare and intimidate you?"

"I’m quite scared!" Qin Liuxi hooked a smile at the corner of her mouth, provocatively crooking her finger.

Enraged, Fusheng charged over, spitting out Buddhist scriptures, "...Without cultivation, remain ordinary; with a single thought of cultivation, oneself equals Buddha; lay down the butcher’s knife and instantly become Buddha. Behold the boundlessness of my Buddha law!"

"Boundlessness, my foot."

Qin Liuxi pulled out several fighting talismans and Thunder Talismans from her sleeve and threw them over, igniting them into flames.

Crackle and pop.

Fusheng let out a painful howl.

"Even pretending to be the Buddha of Infinite Life, you should at least shave your head bald before you act," said Qin Liuxi, forming a mantra with her fingers, a cluster of Karmic Fire igniting at her fingertips.

Fusheng was terrified.

More than the talismans on her body, it was the small cluster of fire that filled her with fear and trepidation.

"Who are you?" Fusheng looked at the cluster of fire with fear.

Seeing Fusheng finally showing fear, Qin Liuxi glanced at the Karmic Fire in her hand and raised her brows, "You first tell me what you are and why you possess Buddha Power? If you are Fusheng, having died only over a month ago, it’s impossible for a new ghost to have such a powerful evil aura, so what are you exactly? Or maybe, what have you obtained?"

Fusheng fell silent.

Seeing this, Qin Liuxi sent several more talismans her way, burning Fusheng until she screamed incessantly.

"If you don’t answer, the next one will be this fire."

Fusheng stared at her approaching, her eyes filled with spite.

In life, she was an actress scorned by all, with her unique voice and handsome appearance, she played male roles—even though she was a delicate woman, the world forced her to play the part of a man.

Even Xiao Qinghan came to love her for her female roles and made her dress as a man. Why should she?

And there was Governor Xiao and the others, nothing but pretentious and erudite scum with filthy hearts, pretending to be noble. It was Xiao Qinghan who provoked her first, but Governor Xiao and the others blamed her for everything.

The officials were exalted and precious, but the life of an actress was worthless. They wanted her dead, resentful that her acting had charmed Xiao Qinghan. They first destroyed her voice with poison, then her face, and finally strangled her and dumped her body at the burial ground.

In life, she had no respect, and in death, her body was exposed to the wilderness, devoured by wild dogs. Such was the life of Fusheng.

She harbored deep hatred!

Her resentment swept through her being in an instant, Fusheng’s eyes turned blood-red, and her originally handsome face began to twist into the appearance she had at death, both cheeks burned by Lu Tie, oozing pus and blood.

She looked up and let out a mournful, piercing scream, as her black hair flew wildly, the evil aura scattered chaotically, trying to escape the courtyard, but was blocked back by the talismans Qin Liuxi had laid in advance.

Qin Liuxi’s eyes hardened; this was the making of an Evil Ghost!

She flung her hand, ready to throw the Karmic Fire onto Fusheng, but someone grabbed the hem of her clothes.

"Don’t hurt her."

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