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

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

He tried to retract the ghostly claw, but found that the ghostly hand, which was formed from his yin energy, was completely out of his control.

An invisible yet heavy pressure, so intense it made his very soul tremble, suddenly emanated from the young man who had been sitting there.

This pressure wasn't directed at anyone; it simply existed naturally, yet it made the air in the entire hall feel thick and viscous.

The chandelier on the ceiling, which had been flashing, suddenly went out with a "snap."

The only remaining source of light was the faint red glow flickering within Master Sun's black mist.

Everyone's screams were stuck in their throats.

The wealthy people hiding under the table felt as if a mountain was pressing down on them, making it difficult to breathe and causing their hearts to pound wildly, almost as if they were about to burst out of their chests.

"This...this is..."

For the first time, fear appeared in Master Sun's voice; it was a tremor that came from the depths of his soul.

His black mist, which barely maintained a human shape, began to contract and twist violently, as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand.

"Divine...divine consciousness projected outwards! Condensed and not dissipating!"

He used all his strength to squeeze out those words from his throat, his voice hoarse and filled with despair.

He stared intently at the young man who slowly stood up.

It’s over.

I misjudged him.

This is hardly the "Dao Body" of someone just entering the Innate Realm; this is clearly...

"You're not at the Innate stage! You're at the Foundation Establishment stage... you're a Foundation Establishment Ancestor!"

Master Sun finally uttered the word that terrified him.

Foundation building!

That's a legendary realm!

In this degenerate age of scarce spiritual energy, how could there possibly be any Foundation Establishment cultivators still alive in the world?

He has cultivated the demonic path for a hundred years, but he has only barely touched the threshold of the innate realm. The body he has possessed is only at the mid-stage of the acquired realm.

But this young man in his early twenties was radiating the terrifying divine pressure of a Foundation Establishment Ancestor.

Ghost cultivators are skilled at seizing bodies, but in front of a Foundation Establishment expert who has developed divine consciousness, their souls have nowhere to hide and are no different from being sent to their deaths.

He never expected that a simple scam would run into such a terrifying obstacle.

All greed, arrogance, and pride were shattered by endless fear at this moment.

At that moment, only one word remained in his mind—escape!

Get as far away from him as possible!

However, Ye An had already stood up.

At this moment, he seemed to radiate a kind of sacred light in the eyes of everyone.

A faint golden light seemed to flash across his eyes, so deep they seemed to contain the entire starry sky.

Ye An didn't even look at the ghostly claw struggling above his head, nor at the black mist that was terrified and on the verge of collapse.

He simply extended a finger and pointed it at the newly repaired bronze mirror on the table.

"Buzz—"

The bronze mirror emitted a clear and melodious ringing sound, like a dragon's roar, which resonated directly in everyone's minds.

It automatically flew up from the table and hovered in mid-air.

On the mirror-like surface, which was so smooth it reflected light, the brilliance shone brightly.

On the back of the mirror, the golden array patterns seemed to come alive, lighting up one by one and flowing wildly, eventually forming a deep and mysterious golden vortex in the center of the mirror.

A deadly sense of threat emanated from the vortex.

"No! Senior, spare me! Senior, spare me!"

Master Sun felt as if his soul was being torn apart by that aura. He no longer cared about saving face and frantically begged for mercy.

"This junior was blind and did not recognize a great person! This junior did not know that you were here, senior! I beg you, senior, to spare this junior this time, considering how difficult cultivation is! This junior is willing to be your slave, your servant, your ox and your horse!"

The black mist he had transformed into churned violently, trying to turn into a wisp of green smoke and escape through the cracks in the doors and windows.

But that invisible pressure held him firmly in place, unable to move.

Ye An finally turned her gaze to him, her eyes calm and unwavering.

"I've said it before, it's a pity."

His voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

"This mirror has no spirit; it's just an inanimate object. Perfect, it just needs a spirit to nurture it."

"Since you've come to me of your own accord, come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye An pointed his fingers like a sword and made a light slash at the black mist that Master Sun had transformed into, several meters away.

The movements were casual, as if brushing away a speck of dust.

But it was just that one stroke.

The golden vortex in the center of the bronze mirror that was floating in the air suddenly lit up!

An immense, irresistible suction force erupted from the vortex.

"ah--!"

Master Sun only had time to let out a piercing scream.

His black mist couldn't even put up the slightest resistance.

It was as if it had been grabbed by an invisible hand, instantly pulled and deformed, turning into a thick black column of air, which flew involuntarily toward the vortex of the bronze mirror.

The whole process takes less than a second.

All the black mist, along with the piercing screams, was sucked into the bronze mirror.

The chilling wind in the hall stopped instantly.

The chill that made one's limbs stiffen vanished without a trace.

The air quality returned to normal.

A flash of light appeared on the surface of the bronze mirror, revealing Master Sun's face, distorted with extreme fear.

His mouth was open, as if he were silently screaming and begging for mercy, his eyes filled with regret and despair.

Then, his face seemed to sink into the water, slowly disappearing into the depths of the mirror until it vanished completely.

"Buzz..."

The bronze mirror emitted another soft hum, and all its light quickly receded.

It swayed gently in the air and slowly drifted down.

Ye An stretched out his hand, and the bronze mirror obediently flew into his palm.

The bronze mirror at this moment is completely different from before.

The mirror shimmered with light and felt warm to the touch, its aura several times stronger than when it was first restored.

If you listen carefully, you can faintly hear the sounds of wind and thunder echoing within the mirror.

It is no longer a ritual implement.

It is a magical artifact that has truly possessed a spirit and undergone a complete transformation.

The entire hall was deathly silent.

Time seemed to stand still.

Everyone hiding under the table and in the corner slowly peeked out, staring in disbelief at the miraculous scene before them.

That arrogant and powerful ghost that could transform into black mist and claws was... captured?

It was put into a mirror?

Li Laosan opened his mouth and slowly crawled out from under the table.

He looked at Ye An, who was standing calmly with a bronze mirror in his hand, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to kneel down again.

He was so excited that his whole body was trembling, his lips were shaking, and he wanted to call out "Master Ye", but no sound came out. His eyes welled up and he even had an urge to cry.

What merit do I possess to have been able to invite such a divine figure!

On the other side, Fang Hongda also stood up straight.

His usually dignified face was now filled with awe and fervor.

He watched Ye An's retreating figure with a complex expression, and finally, he bowed deeply to Ye An.

"Thank you so much, Master Ye, for saving my life..."

From the moment Master Sun broke off all pretense of civility, he would not let them off the hook, and Ye An undoubtedly saved everyone present.

He had lived most of his life and considered himself well-informed, but what happened today had completely overturned his worldview.

This is beyond what the term "master" can describe.

This is a terrestrial deity!

Meanwhile, Ji Ting and Boss He, who were lying paralyzed not far away, had already suffered a mental breakdown the moment Master Sun was sucked into the bronze mirror.

They looked at Ye An as if they were seeing the most terrifying being in the world. In extreme fear, their eyes rolled back, they let out an incomprehensible hoarse sound, their heads lolled to the side, and they fainted from fright.

In this deathly silence, only Uncle Lin seemed relatively calm.

He shakily pulled the small notebook and pen out of his pocket.

He took several deep breaths before finally calming himself down, and with all his might, he solemnly wrote a line in the notebook, stroke by stroke.

"I saw it with my own eyes; there truly are immortals in this world... descending to exorcise demons."