Every smile and frown from Su Daji unknowingly immersed people in her charm. Jiang Ming felt a bit dazed; just as he was about to speak, he suddenly snapped back and shouted, "Fox spirit, don't be so reckless; you nearly ensnared me!" A wave of fear washed over him. It's said that Su Daji has the ability to enchant all living beings, and today he experienced it firsthand. Just a smile and a frown from her made him feel an impulse to open his heart to her.
"Giggle, young master, forgive me, it was not my intention," Su Daji replied with a slight smile, causing Jiang Ming to quickly avert his gaze. This confirmed his suspicions; this woman was indeed Su Daji—no, she was a thousand-year-old fox spirit.
Seeing that the young man could withstand her enchantment surprised Su Daji, but she was genuinely curious about how she came back to life. She remembered being killed by Jiang Ziya with the Flying Sword of Extermination, without even making it onto the Investiture of the Gods.
At the same time, Jiang Ming pondered that if characters from the book appeared, they must be related to him; could it be connected to the storytelling he had done these past few days? Suddenly, a fragrant breeze wafted towards him, and Jiang Ming instinctively dodged. Su Daji fell onto the bed and narrowed her eyes, asking, "Young master, what are you hiding from?"
Jiang Ming jumped off the bed, kicked over the corpse demon, picked up the Investiture of the Gods, wiped it clean, and stood aside without looking at Su Daji, saying, "You are alive because of me; if you have no intention of repaying, why try to harm me?"
"What harm have I done to you?"
Jiang Ming remained silent. If he could summon Su Daji, could he also summon Nezha, Yang Jian, the Twelve Golden Immortals, Lu Ya, Kong Xuan, or even the leaders of the Three Teachings?
"Su Daji, do you know why you have come back to life?"
Su Daji twirled a strand of her hair around her finger and gazed at Jiang Ming with her autumn-like eyes, saying, "I do not know. After being killed by that man Jiang Shang, my true spirit wandered aimlessly between heaven and earth until I suddenly opened my eyes and found myself here. I believe it is thanks to you, young master."
Jiang Ming nodded. Perhaps his ability to establish himself in this world depended on this Investiture of the Gods. He recalled that the current Su Daji was a thousand-year-old fox spirit; having just effortlessly subdued that monster, it was clear she possessed magical abilities. If he could learn spells from these immortals, perhaps he could also become immortal.
Not to mention the thousand-year-old fox spirit, she might not be adept at combat, but she certainly understood the principles of yin and yang and could spar with the disciples of the Three Teachings. Of course, her greatest strength was her enchanting ability. Among Jiang Ziya's ten accusations against King Zhou, eight or nine were related to this fox spirit. Under the palace of Chaoge lay countless bones, far from being innocent.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ming felt a twinge of unease and asked, "Are you currently in a physical body or a spiritual one?"
Su Daji was momentarily taken aback, then examined herself and laughed, saying, "A physical body."
Suddenly, a gust of demonic wind rushed toward Jiang Ming, startling him into waving his hand, and with a clap, the ancient book in his arms shone with golden light. The demonic wind dissipated, revealing a card the size of a poker chip that fell to the ground.
Jiang Ming picked it up and examined it, unsure of the material. It felt cool to the touch, and on the card was a captivating figure holding a white fox—Su Daji! It seemed to wink at him. The back was covered in intricate patterns that made him dizzy the longer he looked at it.
"It turned into a card?" Just then, a message appeared in Jiang Ming's mind: "Divine Ability: Enchantment!"
Huh? Did I gain a divine ability because of this card? But what does "enchantment" mean? Could it be that I can obtain divine spells from resurrected characters? A flurry of questions raced through his mind without answers.
Jiang Ming waved the card gently, and a cloud of demonic mist flew out. Su Daji reappeared, but this time she looked at him—or perhaps at the ancient book in his hand—with a hint of fear.
"Forgive me, young master; I was disrespectful before."
"If I burn this card next time, will you still be able to resurrect?" Jiang Ming replied coldly, mentally repeating, "This is a fox spirit, this is a fox spirit..."
Damn! It was completely useless, yet he felt more excited. Indeed, Su Daji appeared even more fearful and dared not act mischievously.
Then Jiang Ming asked her if she could teach him some spells; he truly had no idea how to use that enchanting ability.
"Forgive me, young master; the techniques I practice are of the demon clan and are not suitable for you."
Jiang Ming felt a bit disappointed.
"However, I have a formula you can try," Su Daji suddenly said. She then whispered a few lines into Jiang Ming's ear and said she was tired, transforming back into a card that landed on the table.
Jiang Ming picked up the card and tucked it away. With this divine ability, a bold idea formed in his mind: he would likely become a card collector, hoping to draw an SSR gold card soon. Even if they didn't teach him, obtaining a divine ability or spell from each would still be a significant gain!
Just imagine, if he faced a similar situation in the future, pulling out six gleaming golden cards would summon Laozi, Yuan Shi, Tong Tian, Jun Ti, Jie Yin, and Nuwa. What monster would dare confront him?
But was Su Daji really resurrected, or had he pulled her from the book into reality? And what was the reason? Storytelling?
Unable to figure it out, Jiang Ming placed the ancient book by his pillow and hurried out to call Fu Bo to handle the monster.
Upon hearing the news, Fu Bo was immediately filled with fear: "Young master, you weren't hurt, were you? This is a corpse demon; how could such a creature exist in East Capital? What is the Demon Extermination Division doing?"
Jiang Ming shook his head to indicate he was fine, and Fu Bo sighed in relief. He then told Jiang Ming to go to another room while he went to report the incident.
Before long, a team of officers rushed in, took the corpse demon away, and carefully inquired about what had happened. Jiang Ming claimed it was his talisman that had slain the demon, and the captain didn't suspect anything, simply advising him not to spread the word.
They were busy until late at night, and Fu Bo insisted on staying outside Jiang Ming's door, not trusting him to sleep alone. Jiang Ming knew he meant well and didn't refuse.
Alone in bed, Jiang Ming found it hard to sleep—not because he worried about that corpse demon returning, but because he was thinking about his inexplicable resurrection and the strange Investiture of the Gods he now possessed.
A character from a fabricated novel appeared before him; wasn't that even more absurd than his own resurrection? He then recalled that Su Daji had seemingly passed on a formula to him, so he began to recite it silently.
Gradually, Jiang Ming felt something was off.
He was standing up!
Damn! What kind of cultivation formula was this? The Golden Gun Unyielding Technique?
Now he couldn't sleep at all.
The next morning, with dark circles under his eyes, Fu Bo thought Jiang Ming was merely startled and couldn't sleep well, not realizing that his yang energy was too strong, causing a restlessness.
"Fu Bo, why did that corpse demon come here?"
At the table, Jiang Ming finally voiced his doubts. He was just an ordinary teahouse young master, yet somehow got entangled with such things.
Fu Bo's expression was also troubled. He and Jiang's father had retired from the border for over ten years; could it be an old enemy seeking revenge?
Neither of them suspected the Yin Sheng Gambling House, after all, who would still owe money after everyone who did had died?
Unable to think of anything, they could only wait for the authorities to investigate. After breakfast, Jiang Ming still had to go on stage to tell stories.
If yesterday he viewed it as a trivial matter, today it was a career for his survival.
Meanwhile, Luo Tianlin, who had been waiting all night for the corpse demon to return, wore a terrifyingly dark expression.
Something had gone wrong!
More importantly, that corpse demon might have fallen into the hands of the Demon Extermination Division; if they traced it back to their Yin Sheng Gambling House... Luo Tianlin couldn't help but show a hint of fear.
He had acted impulsively this time.
Hurrying to gather his men, he rushed straight to Taihe Teahouse to personally investigate what had happened, to see whether the corpse demon was alive or dead.