I'm invincible once I descend the mountain; the beautiful CEO is forcing me to get our marriage

"Ghost cultivator?"

When those two words came out of Ye An's mouth again, the greedy, sinister smile on Master Sun's face instantly froze.

Instead, there was endless horror.

Furthermore, there was the murderous intent born of rage after all his secrets were exposed.

How did he know?

How could he possibly know!

The Ghost Cultivator lineage had long been exterminated by the righteous sects and had not appeared in the world for many years.

This kid is only in his early twenties. Where did he come from that crack in the rock? How could he see right through me?

With his identity exposed, Master Sun simply stopped pretending.

"Hoh—ah—"

He tilted his head back and let out a shrill, inhuman scream.

In an instant, a black, eerie wind suddenly rose up in the hall, making the tablecloth flutter and blinding people.

The magnificent crystal chandelier on the ceiling began to flash wildly, emitting a crackling electrical sound.

The light flickered, and the temperature in the entire hall suddenly dropped, as if it had gone directly from the height of summer into the depths of winter.

The black-clad bodyguards who surrounded them were all strong and capable, but when the cold wind blew, they felt a chill seep into their bones through their pores.

Their blood was frozen solid; their faces were pale, their limbs were weak, and they could barely hold onto their batons.

The wealthy people present had never seen anything like this before and were terrified.

They abandoned all pretense of status, position, and boss-like demeanor, screaming and scrambling to crawl under the table, wishing they could bury their heads in the ground.

"Ah! A vengeful ghost!"

"Help! Help me!"

The entire hall instantly descended into chaos.

Amidst the wailing and howling, Master Guan, who had been silent in the corner, turned deathly pale.

He stared intently at the Taoist priest Sun, who was shrouded in black mist, pointed at him, and shouted with all his might:

"This...this is the legendary, long-extinct Heavenly Fiend Sect's ghost cultivation tradition!"

"They feed on living souls and seize human bodies! They...they even have successors!"

After shouting those words, Master Guan seemed to have all his strength drained away, and he collapsed to the ground with a look of despair in his eyes.

The Heavenly Fiend Sect is a heretical sect recorded in ancient books. Most of its techniques are extremely Yin-attribute, and it is known for raising ghosts and creating puppets. It has a terrible reputation. I never thought I would run into it today.

"Heh, you do have some knowledge."

Master Sun let out a series of eerie laughs, and his body began to become illusory in the black mist, gradually turning into a wisp of black energy that barely maintained a human shape.

"Unfortunately, your body is too old, your blood and energy are depleted, and your talent is only average. You are only fit to be refined into an obedient puppet for me."

His eyes, which were flashing red in the black mist, didn't even look at the paralyzed Master Guan, but were fixed on Ye An.

"But you..."

He turned to Ye An, his voice filled with an almost palpable greed.

"If I could seize your one-in-a-million innate Dao body, perhaps I could truly glimpse the legendary Foundation Establishment Path!"

He laughed wildly, thoroughly enjoying the fear in everyone's eyes. He was utterly captivated by the feeling of holding other people's lives in his hands.

It's truly a stroke of good fortune; I only went out casually and unexpectedly stumbled upon such a perfect body.

This body is full of vitality and has an extremely young bone age; it is no exaggeration to call it a "natural body".

What's even better is that the opponent was only at the early stage of the Innate Realm, making him a piece of cake for him.

His gaze swept across the entire room, and everyone trembled with fear, except for…

His gaze stopped.

That kid, the young man he considered his for the taking, still sat steadily in the armchair.

Amidst the chaos, he even had the leisure to slowly pick up the teacup on the table, bring it to his lips, and gently blow on it.

It was as if the terrifying scene before them, enough to terrify anyone, was nothing more than a boring circus act.

"Boy, you're about to die, why aren't you afraid?"

The black mist that Master Sun had transformed into churned, and his voice carried a hint of anger at being slighted.

Ji Ting and Boss He were also puzzled.

How could an ordinary person remain so calm in the face of such an extraordinary sight and the threat of death?

Even those so-called ancient martial arts masters were terrified and ran away in terror when they saw Master Sun's methods.

Is this kid scared out of his wits? Or is there something wrong with his brain?

Li Laosan, Fang Hongda, and the others, who were hiding under the table, also looked at Ye An through the gaps in the table legs with eyes that looked at a madman.

It’s over.

That was the only thought in their minds.

They thought they had invited a Taoist priest, but instead they summoned a real ghost.

And this Master Ye... was he also scared out of his wits?

How can he still sit still at a time like this!

Li Laosan was so anxious that his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

He wanted to shout for Ye An to run, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

Unable to utter a single word, he could only watch helplessly as the black mist drew ever closer to Ye An.

"Playing tricks!"

Seeing that Ye An still ignored him, Master Sun's patience finally ran out.

With a furious roar, the humanoid black mist he had transformed into suddenly expanded.

In an instant, it transformed into a black ghost claw the size of a millstone, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, and slashed down towards Ye An's head!

Black mist swirled around the ghostly claw, and a chilling wind blew through it.

Before it even landed, the tea table next to the armchair was covered with a layer of white frost by the dissipating yin energy.

"Master Ye!"

Li Laosan, Fang Hongda, and the others were so horrified that they couldn't bear to watch any longer and closed their eyes.

Ji Ting, who was lying on the ground, felt a wicked sense of pleasure rising in his heart.

Let you go crazy!

Serves you right for pretending!

Teared to pieces by evil spirits, let's see how arrogant you still are!

Although I lost face in public, it was worth it to be able to watch the kid who ruined everything die tragically!

Just as the enormous ghostly claw was about to touch Ye Antian's skull.

Ye An finally put down his teacup.

The teacup fell onto the table with a soft thud.

He raised his head, and in his clear eyes, there was no fear, no tension, not even the slightest ripple.

He simply stared at the enormous demonic claw, powerful enough to shatter stone tablets, and uttered two words indifferently:

"Noisy."

The two words were so light, like a feather falling to the ground, that they were almost inaudible amidst the wailing and howling of ghosts throughout the hall.

But the moment the words left his mouth, the giant ghost claw that had already grabbed Ye An's head suddenly stopped.

It stopped just three inches above his head, motionless, as if it had hit an invisible wall.

The black mist swirling on the ghost claw fluctuated violently, emitting a sizzling sound, as if a red-hot iron had struck ice.

"Um?"

From within the black mist, a muffled groan of surprise and uncertainty came from Master Sun.

He felt as if his magical power had crashed into a quagmire.

No, it's more terrifying than a quagmire; it's an unshakeable void.

What followed was excruciating pain that struck straight to the soul!

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"