You, a living person, are telling me I've served in the underworld for ten years?

Chapter 80 Night Tour of Wulong Mountain, Yellow River Water Ghost (4)

Chen Yang's condition is very strange.

He was a ghost official in the underworld, following the path of "ghost cultivation." Ghost cultivation involves traveling at night and during the day, controlling objects, and manifesting forms. However, he also had a physical body, so he had even experienced the stage of "out-of-body experience"!

Place the Bloodstained Flying Sword in your palm.

The nine-inch-long sword was entirely blood-red, covered with fleshy textures that felt like real flesh to the touch.

"I have been cultivating diligently for more than twenty days... working hard day and night without stopping. Today I am able to control objects with my spirit, which is a fitting reward for my efforts over the past twenty days!"

Chen Yang summoned "Little Fatty" and instructed him to watch over his physical body. Then he closed his eyes and projected his spirit into his body.

Wow!

A cold wind blew through the store, making the yellow papers on the shelves rustle.

Little Fatty looked up and saw Chen Yang's "yin spirit".

Chen Yang's Yin spirit looked exactly like his physical body, floating above it.

He did not rush to "drive objects," but carefully sensed the current state.

"My Yin Spirit is much stronger and more composed than before!"

Originally, after Chen Yang's Yin spirit left his body, he would have a feeling of "lightness," but now he became extremely calm and composed. The formless and intangible Yin spirit actually had a sense of power.

With a thought, Chen Yang's Yin Spirit reached out and grabbed the Blood Pattern Flying Sword.

On the very first day of his "Yin Spirit Astral Projection," Chen Yang had tried to use his "Yin Spirit" to retrieve things, but each time it would pass right through. But now it was different; his Yin Spirit had grasped the Blood Pattern Flying Sword.

Chen Yang then grabbed the plastic stool next to him.

The spirits of the underworld cannot be seen by the naked eye of mortals.

If the shop door were opened at this moment and someone were passing by, they would see a stool and a small sword floating and moving around in the air, and would probably think they had "seen a ghost."

Pretty much the same, actually.

"I am a night wanderer, and my spiritual power increases greatly at night... Even though I have only just reached the level of controlling objects with my soul, a plastic stool is still too light for me."

They threw down the plastic stool.

Chen Yang looked at the "Blood Pattern Flying Sword".

In his Yin Spirit state, he sensed even more wonders about the "Blood Pattern Flying Sword".

The flesh-like texture on the sword resembled the veins of a human body, and the entire sword gave Chen Yang the feeling of a human skeleton. A thought crossed his mind...

Whoosh!
The Yin spirit directly entered the Blood Pattern Flying Sword.

hum!
The Blood Pattern Flying Sword trembled violently, then flew up and down. Chen Yang felt as if the Blood Pattern Flying Sword was an extension of his body. He could control it with his soul without any discomfort. It was as flexible as his own body!
"No wonder everyone says that once a Taoist cultivator reaches the level of controlling objects with their soul, their combat power will greatly increase... Just this skill of controlling flying swords alone is enough to give martial artists of the same level a run for their money!"

"go with!"

Not content with the cramped shop, Chen Yang had an idea. His blood-patterned flying sword transformed into a streak of blood and flew out from under the gap in the roller shutter door, soaring into the night sky under the moonlight.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at an unfinished building on the outskirts of the city.

Blood streaks flew up and down, passing through walls made of reinforced concrete!
laugh!
A thick wall was cut open.

The concrete and steel bars at the cut were as smooth as a mirror, revealing the ferocity of the blood-stained flying sword!
"No wonder Wang Lin said that the Blood Pattern Flying Sword is a rare treasure in the world... It is so sharp, and with the Yin Spirit hidden inside the flying sword, ordinary martial arts and Taoist techniques can hardly hurt it. When it is used to kill people, it is simply invincible and invincible."

Chen Yang, caught up in his playful nature, poked holes in an unfinished building.

The already substandard unfinished building finally gave way and collapsed with a deafening roar, kicking up a huge cloud of dust!

Thinking to himself, "This is bad," Chen Yang quickly fled on his sword, leaving only a trail of blood in the night sky.

He flew to the outskirts of the city on his sword, and suddenly a thought arose in his mind—

"After breaking through to the Object Manipulation Realm, my soul power has greatly increased, and with the blessing of the Night Wanderer... my soul is strong enough that I won't get lost even if I'm hundreds of miles away from my body. Why don't I take this opportunity to go to Five Dragon Mountain and teach that demon spirit a lesson!"

Once the thought arose, it was impossible to suppress.

Last time, when he fought that "Monster Spirit" at Five Dragon Mountain, all his skills seemed to be wasted on cotton, which made Chen Yang feel frustrated. Now that his strength has greatly improved, he naturally wants to get revenge!

hum!
The Blood-Patterned Flying Sword trembled, and the "blood line" made a turn in the night sky, speeding towards the south of Wu City!

The distance from Wucheng to Longxian in Gucheng is more than 300 kilometers. Even if you drive at full speed on the highway, it would take nearly four hours to get there. But Chen Yang flew on his sword and "saw" Wulong Mountain in less than two hours.

The full moon hangs high.

Under the moonlight, the entire Five Dragons Mountain was shrouded in a misty spiritual realm.

The Five Dragons Mountain is now completely sealed off. The Misty Spirit Realm has not devoured any living beings nor expanded, but the surging mist still gives people a sense of unease.

He Wanzhong and Cao Zepan from the Special Administration Bureau were stationed at the foot of Wulong Mountain.

Although it was late at night, the two did not rest. One practiced martial arts under the moonlight, while the other cultivated Taoist arts under the moonlight.

Sudden……

He Wanzhong's expression changed, and he suddenly looked at the Misty Spirit Realm not far away.

Suddenly, the mist over Wulong Mountain began to surge and churn, with roars echoing continuously from within it.

"what's the situation?"

Cao Zepan was also startled: "Could something have happened at Five Dragons Mountain? Immediately notify Director Wei!"

...............

In the Five Dragons Mountain, a blood-red sword light tore through the mist.

Wild beasts roared in the mist.

In recent days, livestock and mountain animals shrouded in mist have mutated even more severely under its influence, resembling groups of mindless "demons".

Some of the goats had grown sharp tusks, and their eyes were gleaming with blood, as if they wanted to devour people!

call out!
A crimson sword light flashed, forming a streak of blood as it swept across the land. One after another, mutated livestock collapsed like straw. Chen Yang's thoughts stirred, sending his voice into the mist—

"You beast, I, the god, have come out myself! Why don't you get out here now?"

"Damn night watchman, it's you again?"

From within the mist, streaks of blood-red light flew out, transforming into demonic spirits. Having been injured by Chen Yang's "Daoist Fire Technique" earlier, it harbored resentment in its heart. Upon seeing Chen Yang arrive on his sword, it couldn't help but sneer, "Little Night Wanderer, do you think you can deal with me just because your cultivation has improved?"

It used its abilities to attack the blood-patterned flying sword.

It must be said that this demon's methods are extremely strange, and it is very effective against "ghosts".

A chilling wind blew across the sword through the mist, giving the impression that it was trying to blow Chen Yang's spirit out of the sword. Moreover, the wind howled and could affect Chen Yang's mind and soul!
Chen Yang activated the "Yellow Springs Refining Spirit Technique" to stabilize his mind, and then unleashed a flurry of slashes at the demon spirit with his sword!
Each time the sword light pierced through the spirit's "spirit body," Chen Yang could feel a wisp of its "spirit body's" energy being annihilated... *poof!*
A mountain peak was pierced by the sword light, tearing the demon spirit apart!

"Damn it!"

"You little god of the underworld, what skill do you have relying on the advantage of flying swords and magical treasures? With your abilities, you will never be able to kill me... Once my army arrives, I will turn your mortal realm into a living hell in an instant!"

Finally, the demon spirit could no longer bear it, uttered a harsh word, and exploded, turning into streams of "energy" that entered the mist.

…………

Outside Wulong Mountain.

Edge of fog.

The fog surged and receded like a tide, disappearing for nearly 500 meters before stopping.

He Wanzhong and Cao Zepan looked at each other in bewilderment.

"The misty spirit realm is receding... Could it be that some powerful senior is fighting with the demon spirit of Five Dragon Mountain and has injured it?"

…………

Within the Misty Spirit Realm.

The blood-patterned flying sword flew back and forth, and Chen Yang's powerful divine soul swept around, but he still could not find any trace of the demon spirit.

"The demon spirit is indeed difficult to kill."

"However... it's not that we can't kill him."

"Even the most powerful cultivators in this misty spiritual realm cannot refine it, but... that doesn't mean I can't!"

Chen Yang discovered a "canyon" in the mist, where a malevolent aura permeated the air, and he also found a cave within it.

The cave was clearly dug by man; it was covered by vegetation outside and there were signs of human habitation inside.

"Qi Ruifeng's eldest disciple must be practicing evil arts and collecting earthly evil energy in this cave... I can collect earthly evil energy here and cultivate the 'Mysterious Yin Soul-Seizing and Soul-Slaying Great Technique'."

Chen Yang's Yin spirit flew out from the "Blood Pattern Flying Sword" and floated in the cave, using the power of his soul to collect the earth's evil energy and temper his divine sense.

He cultivated for more than two hours and finally forged a "Divine Soul Blade".

This blade is formless and intangible, forged from the power of one's own soul, and is specifically designed to slay the soul and spirit!
It wasn't until 5 a.m. that Chen Yang flew back to Wucheng on his sword.

hum!
The blood-patterned flying sword landed on the ground. Chen Yang's spirit returned to his body, and he slowly opened his eyes, only to find that Little Fatty was fast asleep next to him.

Perhaps sensing Chen Yang's return, it opened its hazy cat eyes and mumbled, "Lord Night Wanderer, you're back?"

After saying that, he turned over and went back to sleep.

"........."

That fat cat!
Chen Yang cursed under his breath and got up to go upstairs to the second floor.

Gu Jinghui was meditating and cultivating his spirit, while Yang Shuai hung himself from the ceiling, sticking out his tongue and staring blankly.

"Could I borrow a piece of rope?"

Chen Yang used his Blood-Patterned Flying Sword to cut a section off Yang Shuai's "elastic rope." Yang Shuai looked pained and said, "Old Chen... don't cut it again. If you cut it again, there won't be enough rope for me to hang on."

"What's so special about a broken rope?"

Chen Yang tied the Blood-Patterned Flying Sword and the Soul-Capturing Bell together and hung them on his keychain, cursing, "I'll burn a bundle of them for you later!"

"Really?"

Yang Shuai was overjoyed: "You are the Night Watchman, you must keep your word!"

Chen Yang originally planned to let this guy stay at the shop for a few days before sending him down to the underworld, but when he saw this smug look, he abandoned the idea and secretly thought, "Instead of sending him down, I might as well keep him in the human world and ask Lord Cui to arrange a job for him as a ghost messenger so he can help me catch ghosts and boost my performance!"

Shortly after dawn, Wang Lin arrived at the funeral home in high spirits.

"Master Chen, good news, good news..."

"Last night, a mysterious expert stormed into Wulong Mountain and severely injured the spirit of Wulong Mountain, causing the misty spiritual domain of Wulong Mountain to recede by 1 li. This shows that the misty domain is not unbreakable."

Seeing Chen Yang's calm expression, as if he knew all along, Wang Lin was taken aback, then suddenly realized and said, "Could it be that you, Master Chen, did this?"

Chen Yang nodded: "Last night I made a slight breakthrough in my cultivation, so I took a night tour of Five Dragon Mountain and fought a battle with that demon spirit. After I cultivate diligently for a while longer, I will be able to get rid of it."

"really?"

Wang Lin exclaimed with delight, "If Master Chen can truly eliminate the demon spirit, it will be a tremendous achievement for Great Xia... What does Master Chen plan to do? Does he need our Special Administration Bureau's cooperation?"

"I'm not entirely confident yet, so there's no need to publicize it."

Around 8 a.m., Wang Lin received a phone call and left in a hurry.

By 9pm.

Chen Yang was playing games behind the counter on the first floor when Gu Jinghui ran downstairs, holding his phone in his hand. He said, "Chen Yang... Captain Su just called..."

"They say that two corpses were found on the banks of the Yellow River this morning. After Wang Lin's assessment... he suspects that they were murdered by water ghosts!"

"Wang Lin was checking along the shore when he accidentally fell into the water..."

"The search and rescue team only just now recovered Wang Lin's body..."

"What the hell?"

Chen Yang was startled. He made a positioning mistake and was caught off guard by Darius, who unleashed a combo that severely damaged him. He quickly used Flash to escape back to his tower before saying, "Wang Lin... is dead?"

"That's impossible... He doesn't look like someone who'll die young!"

Gu Jinghui was about to nod...

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Suddenly, the sound of water droplets falling to the ground rang out.

The two turned to look at the shop entrance, only to see Wang Lin, soaking wet and unsteady on his feet, walking into the shop.

He was dripping wet, leaving wet footprints with every step, his face was ashen, and he was shivering from the cold!

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PS: Fourth update, it's 3:20 AM. I'll take a nap and continue writing after dropping the kids off at school this morning!
(End of this chapter)