The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 3 Eighth-Turn Ghost Spirit Body

A chilling wind swept over him, and amidst the mournful screams of ghosts, a pair of ghostly claws swiftly attacked Feng Ling.

Feng Ling stood frozen in place, as if he had been frightened into a daze. He watched as the ghostly claws whistled toward his face. If they caught him, his face would be completely disfigured!
"Demon-Controlling Technique, command!"

At the critical moment, the dark token flickered slightly, and a repulsive force emanated from Feng Ling's body, directly repelling Pan Yuanshi's ghost.

"A beginner-level ghost skill!"

After searching through his memories for a long time, Feng Ling finally found someone who suited him.

Although he was skeptical, the situation was urgent, so he decided to try anything, and to his surprise, it actually worked exactly as he had described!

Not only was Pan Yuanshi's ghost, who had been knocked back, stunned, but even Feng Ling himself was surprised, muttering to himself: Am I really a beginner?
"You shameless bastard, give me your life..."

Pan Yuanshi let out a chilling, shrill scream, brandishing her ghostly claws that sent gusts of yin wind through the air, and charged forward again in a frenzy. Even though she was knocked away by the Ghost Control Technique time and time again, she still refused to give up!

Are you brain-dead?! Why are you crashing into things so recklessly...?

Feng Ling continued to unleash the Ghost Control Technique, his face gradually turning pale. He suddenly turned the token in his hand and changed his move accordingly: "Ghost Crossing Technique!"

With a soft shout, golden rays of light descended, and the ghost of Pan Yuanshi, indiscriminately covered by the golden light, was like being trapped in a quagmire, with wisps of black energy emanating from it, struggling and emitting mournful howls!

Isn't this tactic too cruel?
Feng Ling couldn't help but think to himself, "What happened to the promise of ferrying ghosts across? This is clearly torturing them!"

It's true that Feng Ling is a ruthless assassin, but he always strikes cleanly and decisively, never allowing any of his targets to suffer even the slightest bit of pain.

As an orphan adopted by assassins (though the adoption was actually a training program for new assassins), to survive in the assassin training camp, one had to climb over the corpses of countless comrades until successfully joining the assassin organization!
One moment, his companions were sitting with him, discussing their ambitions; the next, they were cold corpses at his feet.

Feng Ling didn't know what others felt, but he himself was in pain and confused. In his previous life, he had lived in the shadows and suffered greatly. Even after becoming the God of Assassination, he had never had a moment of peace.

Perhaps sometimes, death isn't scary; what's scary is living a life worse than death...

Thinking this, Feng Ling couldn't help but increase the output of his ghostly power. The golden light intensified, and Pan Yuanshi let out an even more shrill wail.

There's no other way. If we reduce our efforts now, hoping to slowly boil the frog in water, we'll be the ones who die once the opponent wears us down!
A large amount of black energy was obliterated by the golden light, and the transformation process was accelerated!
"Fated one! Let her go..." An old voice came, and Feng Ling's heart sank. The golden light slowly dissipated in perfect harmony.

Is Feng Ling really that obedient?
The answer is no. It was because a hand gently rested on his right shoulder from behind! And the source of the sound was also from behind.

The token in his hand suddenly flashed with light, emitting a repulsive force that shook the hand away. A phantom immediately slid past Feng Ling and landed beside the trembling ghost of Pan Yuanshi.

"Ling Weiyun!?" Looking at the illusory old man who was exactly the same as the body he was inhabiting, Feng Ling revealed his identity in one sentence!

"Why aren't you afraid of the Ghost Crossing Technique?" Feng Ling looked at the illusory old man warily, full of doubt.

"You recognize me?" Ling Weiyun's ghostly body helped up the weakened ghost of Pan Yuanshi and asked his own body in surprise.

Two identical old men were looking at each other and talking – it was a truly bizarre scene!

The reason Ling Weiyun called Feng Ling "the one with whom he had a connection" was precisely because he also couldn't understand what had happened to his body.

It was just a matter of chance!
"How did Pan Yuanshi die? And who was the imposter?" Feng Ling calmed himself down and asked about the important matter directly.

“Being killed by an evil spirit master…” After Ling Weiyun nodded in agreement, Pan Yuanshi’s ghost, filled with hatred, gritted her teeth and said in a trembling voice, “Her heart was ripped out!”

Upon hearing this, Feng Ling immediately returned to the rotting corpse and examined it closely. Sure enough! There was a horrifying bloody hole in the corpse's chest, which he hadn't noticed before due to the lighting.

"Alas, that imposter is most likely that evil spirit master!" Ling Weiyun sighed, his expression dejected. He had thought he could hold on for the family for a few more years, but unexpectedly, he suffered this calamity!

To rip out the heart of a sixth-rank Ghost Spirit Master? Then this evil spirit master's realm must be at least above the sixth rank. Considering the methods used to murder the eighth-rank Ling Weiyun, this person is highly likely to be a seventh-rank evil spirit master!
After further questioning the ghost couple, Feng Ling learned that the evil spirit master's goal was Ling Weiyun's eighth-level ghost spirit body!

If you want to advance to the eighth level, you must either subdue eight great ghosts and condense them into an eighth ghost spirit body!
Either harm eight ghost spirit masters and directly refine their ghost spirit bodies into one!
Compared to the other, the latter seems to be easier to find and easier to obtain.

Because once a ghost spirit leaves its host, although it is immune to any ghostly techniques, it has the power of a ghost and god but cannot use it, and can only be hunted down!

Fortunately, amidst the misfortune—

Ling Weiyun's eighth-level ghost spirit body was extremely fast. He escaped just before he died, leaving the evil spirit master with the illusion of "disappearing into thin air"!

After a long conversation, at the suggestion of Ling Weiyun and the other ghost, Feng Ling finally made a promise to help the two ghosts avenge themselves. At the same time, he also successfully advanced while absorbing the ghost's spirit.

"Second-level Ghost Spirit Master!" Feng Ling opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them, which he then slowly concealed.

Ghost spirits are not the same as ghosts. The former is cultivated by ghost spirit masters, while the latter is something that even ordinary people are born with.

Pan Yuanshi's sixth-level ghost spirit body has been devoured by the evil spirit master. The ghost spirit absorbed by Feng Ling is not complete; it is just an ordinary wandering ghost, possessing only a ghostly soul but no ghostly body!

Ling Weiyun's eighth-level ghost spirit body is different. In addition to giving him infinite ghost and god power, it still exists. It can be said that Feng Ling will not have to worry about running out of ghost and god power before breaking through to the eighth level!

Even when breaking through to the eighth level, he can capture one less eighth-level demon!
Of course, all of this is based on the premise that the ghost spirits are willingly absorbed by the life token; otherwise, wouldn't those evil spirit masters who forcibly absorbed several high-level ghost spirits become human bombs?

Consciousness entered the command tablet, and a glimmer of light rose from the two ghosts, shooting rapidly into the starry sky.

Then the two unconscious ghosts merged into one, and another formless ghost spirit appeared next to the natal ghost spirit, which was the sign of the second transformation!

For example, Ling Weiyun was at the eighth level of cultivation in life, so he had eight ghost spirit bodies, but after death, only one of his original ghost spirit bodies could survive.

The remaining seven ghostly bodies will dissipate into energy and return to the world!
The Eighth-Turn Ghost Spirit Body emitted soft light within its body, as if energy was hidden on its back.

Including it, Feng Ling now has three ghost spirit bodies, which are comparable to a third-level ghost spirit master and can even fight against a fourth-level ghost spirit master!
As for the fifth rank?

Feng Ling won't think about it for the time being.

Once you reach the intermediate level of Ghost Spirit Master, you can unleash the power of ghosts and gods to injure people from a distance! If I were to encounter such a person now, I would have no choice but to take a long detour to avoid them.

Inside the Weiyun Sect, a black shadow moved with incredible speed, flashing intermittently. Each time it landed in a very hidden corner, making one marvel at its ingenious concealment techniques.

This person was none other than Feng Ling, who had stumbled upon a grand conspiracy and secretly rushed back!

As soon as Feng Ling returned to his residence, he saw an old figure pacing back and forth outside his house, looking very anxious.

"Second Brother Chen, is something the matter? Why don't you go in?"

Elder Lingchen was stunned when he saw Ling Weiyun striding in from outside the courtyard.

"Brother, it's extremely urgent! The Weiyun Sect is in grave danger..."

"Shh! Come in first..."

Feng Ling pushed open the door and glanced around at the dark surroundings. Elder Ling realized that he had been too hasty and immediately shut his mouth and followed closely.

Every time a baby hatches, it's a new beginning!
Life is not sustained by hope; rather, hope arises from perseverance… Amidst the myriad troubles and disturbances of the world, may the sages present a pure land for your souls.

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