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Chapter 43 I conquered the ghost spirit!

As the pleasant voice, which was cold but with a hint of tenderness, shouted in an angry tone, Feng Xue's eyes lit up.

If it stayed in the painting, it would be really difficult to manipulate that one ink dot, but since it came out on its own, wouldn't it be the same as catching an ordinary ghost?
The body that was originally pressing down did not stop, but the direction of the seal shifted slightly.

The ghost in the painting was relieved when she saw this, but the next moment, Feng Xue knocked the seal on her "forehead".

The mark like a snowflake carried Feng Xue's magic power attached to the Book of Wish and flowed into the ghost's body. Feng Xue's spiritual thoughts moved, not too much, but enough to squeeze out the vital energy that had seeped around the altar.

Ghosts will instinctively absorb the vital energy from the surroundings. This is not an instinct that can be held like breathing, but rather like cells that automatically absorb water under the action of osmotic pressure, which cannot be restrained.

Vital energy, magic power and willpower are intertwined and merged into one within the "body" of the ghost spirit.

This is actually not accurate, because ghosts are essentially just a collection of conscious wishes.

Even if spirituality is born, this nature cannot be changed until the state of old yin giving birth to young yang is reached.

Feng Xue's magical mark slowly spread out like milk poured into coffee, blending into one. With that little bit of blending, the ghost spirit finally realized that something was wrong.

But at this moment, any struggle is too late!
"I have given you the surname Mo and the name Ying. I command you to act immediately. Those who disobey my orders will be cut into dust. Hear my call and assist me in my actions. Hurry and obey my command!"

As the spell "Ji Ji Ru Lv Ling" was uttered, the "contract" composed of willpower seemed to be completed. Feng Xue only felt that the magic power began to spontaneously condense into a specific structure, outlining a subtle trajectory in the body of the ghost spirit.

The ghost was still struggling, shouting something like "Who told you to come up with random names!" Feng Xue narrowed his eyes and sneered when he heard this.
"Don't you like it? Then I'll change it. Should I call her Goudan or Laifu? Well, she's a girl after all. How about Chunnier?"

"brush!"

Just as Feng Xue was about to pick up the brush, the mochi-like ghost suddenly trembled, and the struggle suddenly decreased a little. It was this moment of hesitation that made it impossible for her to break free. The rope composed of willpower bound it tightly like a tortoise shell. Feng Xue nodded in satisfaction, and when she withdrew her magic power, she pressed the seal in her hand repeatedly on the snowflake on her forehead.

The two marks overlapped each other. Feng Xue used the seal as a pen and dragged the mark to leave the word "Mo Ming" on the soul body. Fortunately, it was handwritten. If it was condensed with magic power, this complicated name would probably be mixed up.

When the handwriting was completely completed, the soul, which was originally as big as a mochi, suddenly shrank and turned into the cold and indifferent figure that Feng Xue had met in the painting before.

"Are you sick?"

"Yes, yes!" Liu Yunxi, who was awakened by the breath of vitality in the middle of cultivation and sneaked over to take a peek, nodded secretly while hiding by the door. However, Feng Xue raised his eyebrows and said:

"Why? You don't like the name Mo Ming?"

"Of course not... Well, okay, it's indeed quite appetizing, but I have a name... Eh? Okay, Bai Li is that guy's name... I really don't have a name... But that's no reason for you to just give me a random name! Also, don't put your stamp on other people's paintings!"

I have to say that although this ghost seems a little bit unintelligent, at least he is realistic.

Feng Xue was very satisfied that this ghost understood his naming aesthetic and nodded.
"If you behave yourself, I won't stamp anything randomly."

"What do you mean by being obedient? What do you want me to listen to?" The ghost took a half step back in an anthropomorphic manner, and a hint of disgust appeared on his already cold face.

Feng Xue didn't care at all. He pointed to the side and said, "Bring me the cup of water over there!"

"You think you are..." Before she could finish her words, Mo Ming's body disappeared without a trace. The next moment, she turned into a mochi ball and flew into Feng Xue's hand wrapped in a water cup.

"That's right, but I haven't converted the [Transfer] magic power, so I can't take it instantly?" Feng Xue took the water cup and muttered to himself.

Although ghost energy has a corrosive effect on magic power, on the other hand, ghosts are also an excellent carrier of magic power. As long as the Xuan cultivator transfers the corresponding magic power to the ghosts he raises, he can use it as a basis to instantly produce many interesting effects, such as allowing ghosts that are originally difficult to cause physical interference to help grab objects.

At the same time, ghosts can also lower the entry threshold of many spells. For example, the spell [Water-Walking Spell] originally required extremely high mana control precision to form a mana layer with buoyancy and hardness between the feet and the water, in order to achieve the effect of walking or even running on the water. But with ghosts, you only need to convert the corresponding mana and inject it into the ghost body, then you can step on the ghost and run wildly on the water. Even if you have enough mana, "flying with ghosts" is not impossible.

Just when Feng Xue was imagining about the "hundred uses of ghosts", Mo Ming, who was as small as a mochi ball, was protesting noisily beside Feng Xue's hand. Seeing that Feng Xue was unmoved, he even opened his mouth and bit his hand.

However, without the master's permission, the ghost cannot use the master's magic power. Therefore, the ghost who was able to serve tea and water just now passed through his body without any suspense.

As if he was extremely stimulated by the scene, Mo Ming twisted his body and went back into the painting, turning into a small ink dot and no longer making a sound.

"Hey, now that you've accepted the [Contract Name], it's not up to you whether you obey or not! Come on!"

Feng Xue stretched out his finger and pointed, and the ink dot immediately floated upwards. One could even vaguely see a fairy-like girl hugging a dead tree with all her might, resisting being pulled out of the scroll.

However, the spell to control ghosts has been completed, and this ghost has already registered in the human world. It can be regarded as Feng Xue's exclusive thing. If it is transformed from a living soul, Feng Xue will force it to be contaminated with some cause and effect karma. But it is originally a group of willpower that has become a spirit, and it has been nourished by Feng Xue's magic power and vitality, so how can it possibly resist.

A pair of long legs with graceful curves were dragged out of the scroll, followed by half of the body.

"I don't want to be enrolled! I don't want to be enrolled! I don't want to be enrolled!"

The ghost kicked its long legs, making a sharp cry like a house girl being dragged out of the room. Feng Xue was amused by this. He gathered his magic power in his hands, grasped one of the kicking ankles with one hand, and supported the slender waist that was half exposed with the other hand, and chuckled:

"If you don't come out, I can't guarantee what will happen next!"

"Shh!"

The moment the words fell, the entire ghost suddenly jumped out, and the body that Feng Xue had given the "touchable" thought directly crashed into Feng Xue, and the man and the ghost instantly rolled into a ball...

　Note: "霙" is used to describe the appearance of falling snowflakes, of course it can also refer to snowflakes alone. "墨霙" is used to describe the feeling of ink dots splashed out like snowflakes, which is also Feng Xue's first impression of this ghost (laughs).

　　By the way, "stars hide bits of snow", which means bits of snow falling under the starry sky, is the standard description of mist.

　　ps1: I always feel that the dialect is more in line with the character setting and has more of that flavor, but I'm also afraid that readers won't understand it, or will feel weird listening to the book. If every sentence is translated, it's fine now, but after it's on the shelves, it feels like the word count is a bit watered down. Do you think it's better to use dialect or Mandarin?
　　PS2: Regarding whether it is possible to piece jade together in a taoist practice, the answer is yes, but why doesn't Nanshanju do it? Because there is no need. First of all, as I said, the material is of medium to low quality. Secondly, as I have mentioned many times, the magic power of a taoist is very precious before entering the taoist practice, so they will not do it themselves.

　　This is a bit like the mage in DND, where copying scrolls will lose experience (I haven't come into contact with it for a long time, I don't know if it is still the case now). According to the world view, it means damage potential, so senior mages do not copy skill books themselves, but outsource it to apprentices. Apprentices will be hurt by copying scrolls, but in order to improve their own magical knowledge and learn spells from mentors, they have to copy.

　　But this world is relatively gentle. I give you the spells, and it is up to you whether to practice them or not. If you practice, I will sell you the raw materials and get your by-products, and the price is not bad, so it is a win-win situation for everyone. If you don’t practice, you will owe me a favor even if you get the spells, so I will not lose anything.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)