The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

This wasn't the first time Qingyi had experienced soul separation, but she hadn't told anyone, not even her master. She hadn't told anyone that she had learned how to separate her soul from her body. She had been studying Taoism since childhood and naturally knew that it was bad to separate one's soul for too long. If not handled properly, it could even lead to possession by wandering ghosts.

To prevent her small body from being coveted, she not only always wore magical artifacts that protected her from all evil, but also placed talismans on her elbows. If any evil spirits dared to enter her body, they would burn them to death.

Qingyi floated down the mountain happily, but she was unlucky this time. It was Ghost Month, and the gates of hell were not strictly guarded. She encountered a procession of a hundred ghosts. When they saw her, a fresh soul, and a living one at that, they were all surprised and delighted. Several of the big ghosts were so excited that their ghost eyes turned red.

"A living soul burdened with great merit, a great tonic, haha, this year's Ghost Month is indeed favorable to me!" A large ghost bared its fangs and claws at her, its sinister ghostly aura threatening to devour and chew her up completely.

Qingyi was only ten years old. Thanks to the strict teacher who had taught him, he already had experience fighting against powerful demons, so he was not surprised at all. Instead, he rushed forward excitedly.

Fighting with souls against souls—that's a novel fighting style!
Some of the smarter ones, seeing that this young soul was not only unafraid of the hundred ghosts but also full of excitement, felt a chill and subconsciously took a step back.

Sure enough, they soon witnessed a horrific scene!
The heart-wrenching screams and howls, along with the large ghost that dissipated into wisps of smoke, made them tense and tremble.

"Little Celestial Master, spare us! We didn't harm anyone!" A ghost knelt down.

This fierce child, whose origins are unknown, used demon-slaying techniques from the start, clearly indicating he's from the underworld, and his methods are ruthless. They've never heard of such an unapproachable figure before!

As Qingyi tore at the soul of the giant ghost in his hand, he asked, "Although it is Ghost Month, the gates of hell are not fully open. What are you doing out here in a group? Do you intend to wreak havoc on the human world?"

Despite her small stature, she wielded immense power. Even though she traveled as a spirit, her soul possessed a radiant righteous energy. With a single question, that righteous energy surged forth, seemingly emitting golden light, making the ghosts even more apprehensive. They hurriedly explained, "We dare not. It is the birthday of the Nine Netherworld Lord Feng. We are here to offer our congratulations."

"Paying birthday greetings? One by one, empty-handed, who would believe that!" Qing Yi glared with her phoenix eyes and said, "You are taking advantage of my young age and lying to me with your eyes open."

“Young Celestial Master, you may not know this, but since ancient times, when Fengjun celebrates his birthday, gifts are always sent in advance, and one can simply attend the banquet and pay respects on the actual day.” An old ghost said, “Therefore, we only need to go forward and receive Fengjun’s blessings.”

"Judging from your expressions of awe, is this Fengjun very powerful?" Qingyi asked with great interest.

The ghosts laughed but did not answer.

Amazing! Of course they're amazing! They're the best among ghosts, with the potential to become immortals. Naturally, they're amazing.

"I have never seen what the death anniversary is like. Why don't you take me to see it?"

The ghosts thought to themselves, "You're probably not coming back!"

The old ghost glanced at her radiant righteousness and the faint golden light protecting her, and said, "Little Celestial Master, since you are a living soul, it is probably not advisable for you to be away from your body for too long. You should return."

"Stop nagging, lead the way!" Going back is out of the question. She just came out. This trip to the Enlightenment Stone was a special three-day retreat with A-Yue. It's a great opportunity, and she can't just go back like this.

What can the ghosts do? Good advice is useless against a damned ghost. If she insists on going to her death, then so be it.

The group of ghosts resumed their journey and witnessed several more scenes of other ghosts' eyes lighting up when they saw this evil god, only to be beaten senseless. They all became obedient and dared not cause any more trouble, and they all learned the name of this evil god.

He has no given name, only the Daoist name Qingyi, and is a direct disciple of the current Grand Preceptor of Dadan.

He studied under the Imperial Preceptor; no wonder he's so formidable (and ruthless).

But a ghost stared maliciously at Qingyi, its eyes seeming to want to devour her whole.

Qingyi seemed to sense something and followed the gaze, seeing a male ghost of about ten years old with a ferocious face, as if he had some deep hatred for her, yet he was suppressing it.

It wasn't coveting her meritorious spirit, nor anything else; it was pure hatred. This man hated her, but she had never met him. Qingyi wouldn't leave such a threat around, but she wouldn't kill indiscriminately either. Since there were questions, she would ask them. She instantly floated in front of the man and asked directly, "What grudge do we have?"

Her sudden question startled the other person for a moment. Then, seeing the surging golden light emanating from her, which carried a menacing aura, their eyes widened in fear, but also in anger. They blurted out, "What kind of national advisor is this? They're all hypocritical and vicious evil teachers. You're their disciple, so you're no different. I'm afraid you stole all that golden light and fortune from them?"

Qingyi immediately exploded upon hearing this and rushed over, shouting, "Say that again!"

"Ah!" The golden light emanating from her body was too intense, and in her anger, it became even more righteous and scorching. When someone was struck by her, it was as if they were being burned by yang fire, and the person screamed in agony.

All the ghosts were stunned by this sudden turn of events.

This little devil is like a firecracker, it explodes at any moment.

Fearing being caught in the crossfire, they all retreated and dared not step forward to help.

"You can insult me ​​if you want, but insulting my master? I'll kill you!" Qingyi summoned lightning with a hand seal, his eyes blazing with rage.

She would never stoop to such evil ways as trying to steal the golden light and fortune; she could cultivate it herself. What right did he have to say that?

"You are all birds of a feather, the Imperial Preceptor is an evil cultist who caused the extinction of my Min clan. Even if I, Min Qingfeng, become a ghost, I will not let you go." Although Min Qingfeng's soul was scorched and his body was weak, he still couldn't stop shouting and stretched out his ghostly claws to grab him.

Qingyi was furious. Her master was revered by all people. How could he slander her?

Her eyes flashed, and she was about to unleash her magic when a fierce pressure suddenly descended, making her hair stand on end and causing her to look over abruptly.

A menacing aura emanates from him. Oh no, could it be the legendary Feng Jun?

"I wondered who was bullying me on my turf, but it turns out to be just a little Taoist nun. How dare she!" The woman had long, jet-black hair, loosely tied up, and wore a dark blue robe. Her eyes were deep and narrow, and when she half-closed them, the corners of her eyes slanted outwards, giving her an extremely cold and stern look.

All the ghosts bowed down, calling him Lord Feng.

It really was him!

When Fengya saw her form the lightning seal, a powerful and sinister force from the Nine Netherworld rushed towards her hand, cold and sharp as a sword. Qingyi was startled and, without thinking, struck at that force.

There was a bang.

All the ghosts were terrified by the thunder and fire and fled in all directions.

Qingyi took a few steps back, his eyes showing fear. This was no ordinary ghost, but one that had already achieved great success and could be considered a ghost king.

Fengya was equally surprised. At only ten years old, he already possessed such cultivation. Was the spiritual energy of the mortal realm reviving?
"You guys, are you taking advantage of the fact that there are more ghosts than people to bully us?" Qingyi looked at the dark mass of ghosts, many of whom were giving her malicious looks, and pinched the jade talisman at her waist.

If we can't win, should we run away first?
"Isn't it you who bullied the ghost by relying on your little bit of cultivation?" Fengya looked at her with interest, arms crossed.

"I have never met him before, and I don't know where I offended him. Not only did he insult me, but he also insulted my master. How can I pretend nothing happened?" Qing Yi sneered as he glanced at the weak-looking Min Qingfeng, his eyes sharp.

Fengya coldly replied, "Little Daoist nun, what hatred in this world is without a cause?"

Qing Yi froze. (End of Chapter)