Upon returning to the room, Yan Yuchen prepared to take decisive action.
The ghost with a green face immediately turned pale with fear, hastily pleading in a sharp voice, "Immortal, spare me! I'm willing to exchange a humble life for an ancient cultivation cave mansion!"
"An ancient cultivation cave mansion? What is that?" Yan Yuchen paused, puzzled, and asked.
Having just experienced a terrifying ordeal, the green-faced ghost dared not conceal the truth, shivering as he explained, "It's a place where ancient cultivators practice in seclusion. I stumbled upon it by chance. Besides cultivation techniques, there are valuable elixirs and magical tools inside. However, the place is on the verge of collapse. If the immortal spares my life, I'm willing to guide you there."
Yan Yuchen squinted, "If it's such a good place, why would you easily tell me?"
The ghost with a green face, wearing a mournful expression, said, "I'm just a wandering soul. If I die, I'll vanish forever. I don't care about those things. Besides, I can't use them as a soul. I can't even turn a page in a book. Even if there are many techniques and treasures in front of me, I can't touch them. Oh, Immortal, I'm so pitiful..."
Moved by the sad tale, the fierce-looking ghost began to sob.
Yan Yuchen released him, saying, "Enough with the act. Lead the way. If you dare run, I'll punch you from a distance until you're a mess!"
The ghost trembled in fear, prostrating himself, "Immortal, rest assured, I'll obey even at the cost of my life."
"Take the stairs; I can't fly. I'm not an immortal, so spare me the flattery," Yan Yuchen instructed.
Dressed and ready, he sneaked out of the door, with the green-faced ghost floating by his side, obediently saying, "Yes, young master, I obey."
Walking down the street, passing through a red-light district, the green-faced ghost, Qingya, smiled ingratiatingly, "Young master, I am Qingya, a lustful ghost. Besides extracting yin energy in people's dreams, I can also bewilder some weak-blooded women, making them commit improprieties. Hehe, if the young master is interested, I can help bewitch some beautiful women for you to do as you please."
"Smack!" Yan Yuchen's hand flashed with light, slapping Qingya against the wall, angrily saying, "Dare to talk nonsense again, and I'll slap you to death!"
Qingya weakly floated down from the wall, his face full of terror, "Young master, forgive me, I deserve to die..."
Yan Yuchen, with a stern expression, said, "Those women you mentioned just now are unfortunate and driven by fate. I'm not that desperate. At the very least, find someone with good luck, beautiful, and clean next time."
"..." Qingya looked at him somewhat aggrieved, nodding quickly, "As the young master says, next time I will find someone with good luck, beautiful, and clean for the young master."
Yan Yuchen waved his hand, saying, "With my looks, do I need your help? This is the last time. If I catch you doing those wicked deeds again, I will make sure your soul disperses."
Qingya's face changed, hastily saying, "I won't dare anymore."
"Tell me about the classifications of your ghost spirits. You mentioned being a lustful ghost; are there other types?"
Yan Yuchen walked faster along a secluded path, feeling no fatigue whatsoever. His heightened perception allowed him to avoid patrolling police and drunken pedestrians.
"Inform the young master, there are many types of ghosts. The most common is the wandering spirit, lacking any consciousness, drifting aimlessly without posing any harm to humans. The second type is lustful ghosts like me, awakened unintentionally with strong desires before death, harboring resentment and mischief afterward. Another type is the legendary spirit ghosts. They possess great fortune, accidentally absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, self-cultivating, capable of using various techniques. The most powerful spirit ghosts are said to attain enlightenment, escape reincarnation, and shape a physical body..."
Qingya floated ahead, guiding the way while cautiously explaining the knowledge of ghosts and monsters.
Over an hour later, Yan Yuchen arrived in a desolate suburb. As his pace quickened, dilapidated old houses gradually emerged from the overgrown thatch.
His eyes flickered with emerald flames, the orb within him continuously channeling mysterious energy. Beneath the dim night sky, dark mists billowed everywhere, an eerie atmosphere prevailing.
As he approached, numerous wandering spirits and wild ghosts immediately floated around him, ghostly figures with bared teeth and claws, all grinning as they lunged toward him.
Suddenly, a chilling wind swept in, accompanied by the eerie wails and howls of ghosts.
Qingya, infuriated, threw punches at his fellow spirits, cursing, "You bunch of ignorant things, dare to play tricks on my young master, seeking death!"
For an ordinary person, facing so many apparitions might induce an immediate shiver down the spine, a chilling sensation throughout the body, and an involuntary sense of fear. Panicked thoughts might arise, and the timid could be prompted to run away.
Venturing deeper into such a place could lead to infiltration of malevolent energy, manipulated by these spirits, distorting the mind and prompting wicked deeds.
However, Yan Yuchen, possessing the mysterious orb, was filled with a self-assured power and had no fear.
As the grotesque malevolent spirits lunged, he clenched his fists, radiant light emanating as he unleashed a storm of blows. A punch landed, bursting with light, and instantly, four or five malevolent spirits were annihilated, their forms dissolving into nothingness, not even having time to utter a wail.
"Immortal! This guy is an immortal; he can see us! Run!"
Seeing this human was unlike the others they usually toyed with and could not only see them but also obliterate several of their kind with a single punch, these spirits were terrified. They screamed in fear and turned to flee!
Initially, they only intended to scare this human, but encountering an immortal who could exterminate their souls with a mere gesture, how could they not be horrified?
The horde of ghosts that had rushed forward like a tidal wave just moments ago disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Hmph! Truly a bunch of blind fools. Can't you see this majestic presence standing here? Even with your numbers, you dare to approach! A lot of ghosts but feeble in force; you're nothing more than a bunch of crying, begging fools! Take one more step, and I'll crush you!"
Qingya hovered not far away, looking arrogantly at the fleeing ghost horde, reveling in his newfound success.
Usually wandering alone, he often fell victim to bullying by these spirits. Now, having the upper hand, he couldn't help but feel proud.
After basking in his triumph for a while, he finally remembered the task at hand. Hurriedly floating to Yan Yuchen's side, he adopted a more respectful demeanor, with a face full of obsequiousness, saying, "Young master is mighty. Little Ya admires you wholeheartedly. My admiration for you is like a torrential river, unending, like the overflowing Yellow River, unstoppable, and like..."
"Shut up, focus. It's getting light."
"Yes, Little Ya obeys. Little Ya is willing to follow young master through fire and water, with an unwrinkled brow and unshaking legs, a heart like steel, loyalty like a dog..."
"Don't babble; I'll knock out your big tooth if you don't stop!"
"Yes, yes, but young master, Little Ya doesn't have big teeth, only fangs. If you need, Little Ya can personally break them off for you. These fangs are incredibly sharp, offering them to the young master is an honor Little Ya cannot decline. Little Ya's admiration for you is like a torrent... Ah! Spare me, young master..."
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