The most secure job in Dajin

Following the guidance of the broken black sword, Hua Changxi carried the white bone lantern and hurried through the gray and gloomy place. Before long, another surging black sea of ​​clouds came into view.

However, unlike the first black cloud sea in the center of Ghost Realm Fortress that can be freely traversed, the black cloud sea in this second territory has been occupied by several ghost clan forces, and a toll must be paid to pass through.

"Why has the price gone up again?"

"Yes, it used to cost five mid-grade Netherstones to pass through the 'Chongyuan Pass,' which was already very expensive. Now it has increased to ten mid-grade Netherstones to pass through. You are simply robbing us."

"Love or not, if not, then get lost."

Hua Changxi stood in the shadow of the black rocks in the distance, coldly watching the commotion of the ghost horde ahead.

As more and more demons gathered, greed and anger fermented in the murky air, and verbal disputes quickly escalated into physical shoving.

Immediately afterwards, a first piercing scream tore through the noise.

The conflict instantly escalated into a massacre.

Hua Changxi originally intended to take advantage of the chaos to cross the 'Chongyuan Pass', but unexpectedly, the ghost clan forces entrenched there directly blocked the passage, preventing any ghost clan members from passing through.

She didn't want to get involved in the internal strife of the demon clan, but now that these guys were blocking her way, she couldn't just ignore it.

Instead of leaping into the chaotic horde of ghosts, she picked up the Ghost Chariot Soul Flute and put it to her lips.

She hadn't practiced "The Soul-Capturing Song" before. The first time she puffed out her cheeks and blew, the flute only made a muffled sound, and none of the ghosts in the distance even glanced in her direction.

Hua Changxi's lips twitched slightly. Undeterred, she adjusted her breathing and tried again.

"Whoo~"

"Woo~"

"Squeak~"

After several attempts, a sound finally appeared, but it was out of tune and instead sounded like it was cheering on the fighting ghosts.

Uh……

Hua Changxi stared blankly for a moment, her expression stiff. Looking at the bloodthirsty horde of ghosts in the distance, she took a deep breath and walked directly to a small, open hillside to sit down.

She didn't want to personally venture into that battlefield of carnage; she'd rather master the "Soul-Capturing Melody" first.

Those demons in the distance were the perfect test of her flute-playing skills.

Hua Changxi quickly reviewed the incantation and fingering of the "Soul-Capturing Song" in his mind, and then raised the Soul Flute again.

"Waaah..."

The deep, resonant sound of the flute finally rang out.

At first, the flute music was still very awkward, like an invisible thin thread, trembling as it drifted towards the ghosts.

The demons, who were engaged in fierce fighting, paused only slightly, as if they had heard some strange sound, but they paid no attention and continued to wrestle.

Hua Changxi watched the ghosts' reactions closely, her fingers dancing nimbly across the flute holes, continuously channeling her soul power into the soul flute through her fingertips.

After a while, the flute music gradually became more coherent, though it was still obscure and unpleasant to hear, sometimes sharp like a ghost's wail, sometimes muffled like thunder. When it fell among the ghosts, it only made a few of the little ghosts near the earthen slope subconsciously frown and shake their heads before they threw themselves back into the fighting.

Hua Changxi did not give up. His fingertips flew, adjusting the pressure of pressing the flute holes little by little, pondering the method of breath circulation recorded in the mental cultivation manual, and exerting a little force in his throat to make his breath more stable and deeper.

After some time, the flute music gradually became more coherent, no longer a chaotic noise, but with a touch of melancholy rhythm.

This time, when the sound of the flute drifted to the battlefield, the fighting demons visibly paused.

The demon clan, who had been frantically slashing with red eyes, seemed to have lost some of the ferocity in their eyes, and their movements slowed down a bit. The bone blades in their hands were no longer wielded with such sharpness.

The wailing ghosts' cries subsided, their eyes becoming unfocused, as if drawn by something, they subconsciously looked towards the earthen mound. Seeing the battle had lessened, the powerful ghost warriors immediately shouted, "What are you all standing there for? Keep killing!"

The shouts temporarily brought some of the demons back to their senses, and the fighting resumed, but this time, the frenzy was clearly gone.

"It's working!"

Hua Changxi watched the commotion in the distance, a slight smile playing on his lips. He didn't stop playing; instead, he became even more focused.

Her fingertips became more nimble, her breath more steady, and the rhythm of "Soul-Capturing Song" gradually became clearer.

The chilling flute melody, like invisible threads, entwined with the wind and slowly spread, carrying a faint, soul-capturing power. It was no longer sharp, but became even more piercing, drilling into the souls of every ghost, as if to freeze them solid.

After practicing for about half an incense stick's time, the flute music had become melodious yet chilling, each note carrying a captivating and soul-stirring power.

The ghostly horde in the distance was thrown into complete chaos.

The demons, who had been fiercely fighting, gradually stiffened, their eyes lost focus, and then, with a series of 'thumps, thumps, thumps,' they collapsed to the ground like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

At this moment, several ghost clan leaders noticed Hua Changxi on the earthen slope, their eyes filled with fear.

Hua Changxi sat on the slope, the ghost flute still emitting a cold, eerie sound, and her fingertips moved with increasing skill.

Her eyes were lowered, her expression calm, as she focused intently on feeling the captivating power of the flute music, adjusting the rhythm of each note.

The eerie glow of the white bone lantern at her feet flickered, casting shifting light on her profile, creating a scene that was both strange and harmonious with the stagnant and silent ghosts in the distance.

After playing for a while longer, Hua Changxi felt that she had mastered the first level of "Soul-Capturing Melody"—Bewitching—and then slowly stopped.

At this moment, most of the ghosts in the distance had lost their minds, with only a few leaders still retaining some clarity.

Hua Changxi picked up the white bone lantern, stood up, dusted off his clothes, glanced at the ghosts lying on the ground in front of him, and slowly walked down the earthen slope towards the entrance of the Abyss.

Just as she was about to reach Chongyuankou, a gust of cold wind howled in.

"Whoo~"

A sudden gust of wind arose, stirring up a cloud of foul-smelling dust.

A white sedan chair, like a ghost, tore through the gloom and came to a stop not far from Hua Changxi, carrying a chilling aura.

The sedan curtains were drawn low, obscuring the interior.

However, Hua Changxi clearly saw that the people carrying the sedan chair and clearing the way were the five human cultivators she had encountered on the Yellow Springs Ancient Road!
"Yo!"

"It's rare to find such a philanthropist among the Ghost Clan!"

The sedan chair curtains were lifted, revealing a stunningly beautiful woman in white.

With a sweep of his piercing gaze, Hua Changxi's pupils suddenly contracted, revealing that the woman in the sedan chair was actually a skeleton.

She understood the white-clad woman's underlying message and also sensed the doubt and inquiry in her eyes.

She had already made her move, but failed to kill and devour this group of ghosts, which was indeed not in line with the ghosts' usual style.

The Soul-Capturing Technique has three levels. The first level is Bewitching, which makes the listener lose their mind and obey commands. The second level is Soul Severing, where the flute sound transforms into a blade that cuts through the listener's soul. The third level is Annihilation, which directly causes the listener's soul to collapse and dissipate.

She has just learned "The Soul-Capturing Song". It is already quite good that she can play the first layer completely. She needs to practice more to play the second and third layers.

Furthermore, she has no real conflict of interest with the demon race, so there is no need for her to massacre them.

Hua Changxi casually twirled the bone lantern in his hand, raising his eyes slightly to look at the skeletal woman: "I'm not interested in ants. If I'm going to kill, I'll kill the strong. Do you want to try?" (End of Chapter)