The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 141 Returning to the Jade Purity Sect

"You two bastards, daring to attack even your master!" Ling Weiyun's clone cursed. "Disperse, disperse? Disperse my ass! Disperse my ass!"

Big-headed Ghost: "Cheers..."

(Great Immortal! Please spare this little devil...!)

Upon hearing this, a big-headed ghost that had been cowering in a corner trembled, mustered its courage, and scurried forward, revealing a pitiful look on its face.

"Get the hell out of here...!" The withered old man's face darkened, and he kicked the "big-headed ugly monster" who had come forward looking for a beating away.

Damn it, don't you know I'm in a really bad mood? You still dare to mess with me?
Big-Headed Ghost's Sister: "Cheer..."

(Master, you were looking for me?)

Just as he was thinking this, a death-defying ghostly scream rang in his ears, and a short, fat female ghost with a big head suddenly appeared beside him.

"Holy crap...!" The old man felt like a million alpacas were stampeding through his mind. He slapped the old man away with a vicious slap, and as the old man flew away in terror like a shooting star, he didn't forget to throw out, "I really am its sister...!"

"Get lost!" This time, Feng Ling was truly speechless. With an angry roar, he startled the other female big-headed ghosts that were floating towards him, causing them to turn tail and run away...

Feng Ling guessed that they must be the second or third sister of that big-headed ghost...!
"Oh dear, stop! It's Master!" Recalling the vague voice that had floated through his mind, Zhu Bupang suddenly slapped the forehead of his thin disciple who was mumbling incantations. After the two calmed down, they finally saw his face clearly.

After watching the ghosts' collective humiliation unfold in peace, the two, who had much to say about the spectacle, twitched at the corners of their mouths. They were speechless, and...

"My disciples... how are you? Did you have a good time?"

A sinister laugh echoed in their ears, sending a chill down their spines and making both Zhu Bupang and Gou Bushou shiver.

"Ah... Ah... Master, your disciple knows he was wrong, knows he was wrong!" Then, without any suspense, the two of them were severely beaten by Feng Ling.

Only after being beaten black and blue, looking neither human nor ghost, did the withered old man stand aside with his hands behind his back, like a peerless master, letting his robes flutter in the eerie wind...

"Master..." Seeing that the other party suddenly stopped, seemingly having calmed down, the two who had been wailing and howling hurriedly got up from the ground and approached the withered old man with mournful expressions.

"Alright, you two have been in the Ghost-Locking Tower for quite some time now. In terms of overall cultivation improvement, let your master..."

Upon hearing the withered old man's words, the two immediately showed excited expressions, waiting with expectant eyes for what he would say next.

In just over half a month, the two people in front of me, who were full of excitement, have advanced from the fifth level to the seventh level, and are now just stuck at the threshold of becoming a high-level ghost spirit master and a core disciple.

"Ahem..." Ling Weiyun coughed lightly, his clone also quite surprised. It could be said that this progress was incredibly rapid, but fearing that the two would become arrogant, he rather spoiled the mood by saying, "It's alright... barely satisfactory!"

"Tch...!" Zhu Bupang and his companion's faces immediately fell, and they thought to themselves:

I thought that when my master saw my great progress, he would say something like "I am very pleased" or "I am very satisfied"... But after all the hard work, I could only accept the "I am fairly satisfied" he said. And you actually added "barely satisfied" after that?
Is there any justice left!
Of course, they only dared to complain about this in their hearts. If they had to say it to the face of the withered old man, they would rather be beaten to death than say it!

"Alright! I've come here today to inform you two of something important!" Ling Weiyun's clone could easily guess what the two were thinking, so he quickly raised an eyebrow and smiled gently.

Changing the subject, he said, "The sect's 'Disciple Grand Competition' is approaching, and your chance to shine has arrived! Don't stay here any longer, go out and prepare, and get some fresh air..."

"Oh yeah~... Thank you, Master." Two cheers echoed far and wide as Zhu Bupang and Gou Bushou transformed into a gust of wind and shot towards the bottom. Judging from their appearance, they were probably already tired of being inside.

"Sigh~! Remember to be prepared...!" Ling Weiyun's clone shook his head and gave a helpless wry smile, quickly reminding the two guys as they walked away.

"No, I must go and check on Wu Ye!" He murmured absentmindedly, staring at the hazy space inside the Ghost Locking Tower. Before he could finish speaking, the spot where the withered old man had just stood was empty, and there was no one in sight.

Before leaving, Ling Weiyun's clone entrusted Wu Ye to take care of Zhu Bupang and Gou Bushou. Now that they are injured, he should go and visit them.

Moreover, Feng Ling didn't believe that the two's cultivation had improved so rapidly, except for the fact that the Ghost Locking Tower was "rich in resources," and had nothing to do with Wu Ye.

……

At dusk, on the west side of the main peak of the Yuqing Mountains.

A near-vertical, steep sword-shaped peak stands amidst the misty clouds. When the wind blows and the clouds move, one can vaguely see numerous caves and teeming with life on it.

This mountain is where all the core disciples of the Jade Purity Sect live. Because its shape resembles a beautiful sword sheath piercing the sky, it is called: Pretty Sword Peak.

Although Qiaojian Peak is not as beautiful as Yuqing Peak, it is not much inferior to the former in terms of height!
Most people would probably stop in their tracks upon seeing this, but at this moment, an elderly man with white hair was climbing up the winding, steep mountainside with great enthusiasm.

Suddenly, a sharp "bang" echoed from over 600 meters in the air. For some unknown reason, the swaying vine the old man was holding snapped, and the chilling sound carried far away on the howling mountain wind...

"Hah~...!" Ling Weiyun's clone, whose physical strength had reached its limit, suddenly roared and quickly used a trace of lightning power to slow down.

It then grabbed onto a protruding rock during its fall, which helped to absorb the force of the impact.

"No wonder the rule is that core disciples must reach the level of an advanced Ghost Spirit Master at the eighth level or above!"

The withered old man gripped the rock and sighed. Judging from the steepness of this mountain, it would be impossible to climb up without a cultivation level of at least the eighth level.

Of course, the "climbing" referred to here means climbing with cultivation, not like Ling Weiyun's clone, who once again relied on his abnormal physical strength to court death!
"No wonder Wang Tao chose to stay temporarily at his master Elder Luo Bin's residence after he was promoted to a core disciple, instead of moving to Qiaojian Peak immediately!"

As autumn winds blew across Anhui, a figure in black muttered to himself, appearing out of nowhere beneath the old tree in the courtyard…

Amidst the myriad troubles and disturbances of the world, may the sages bring you, the readers, a pure land for your souls.

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