[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-heavenly-official-bestows-evil":3,"chapter-heavenly-official-bestows-evil-heavenly-official-bestows-evil-chapter-509":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Heavenly Official Bestows Evil",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2317128,4530,"Chapter 509: Immortal-Grade Ghost Divine Ability","heavenly-official-bestows-evil-chapter-509",509,"\u003Cp>Outside the classroom building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian’s face was grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still ate those oddly shaped foods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The taste was beyond description—just say this: when he bit into the pickled vegetable, a human face on it screamed! The scream traveled through his teeth straight to his eardrums, unnaturally clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was bad enough just being disgusting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The critical issue was, after eating those foods, Wu Xian’s body grew cold, and occasionally things appeared double.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who ate the meat meal showed no similar symptoms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed both types of food served in the cafeteria were problematic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meat meal was non-toxic and nutritious, but the origin of that meat was chilling to contemplate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vegetarian meal’s origin caused no major psychological barrier, but it carried negative effects—the more you ate, the worse your condition would become.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the portions were large; even one meal could sustain you for at least a day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The classroom building was slightly larger and wider than other structures, but only slightly—still terrifyingly narrow compared to normal buildings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon entering the building, everyone split up, since each person had different classes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goal of the immigration school was to ensure students could survive in Taoyuan City after graduation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore, the curriculum was not conventional—no math, Chinese, physics, or chemistry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were only three subjects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were Language, Etiquette, and Physical Education.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Students attended all three subjects daily, each class lasting two hours. After two days of study, they took a midterm exam on the third day; after two more days of study, they took the final exam on the sixth day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some rules were the same across all three subjects; others differed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian’s first class was Language, held at the far end of the third floor, right next to the restroom. He quickly entered the classroom and scanned it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The classroom was narrow, with desks arranged in three rows of ten, seating thirty students total. At the front stood the teacher’s desk and blackboard; walls and windows were identical to those in normal schools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only unusual feature was a row of evenly spaced stains on the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian arrived early, but the last eight or nine seats were already taken; empty seats remained in the middle-rear section.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly would happen during class remained a mystery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seats closest to the teacher were certainly dangerous, but sitting too far back wasn’t necessarily safe—so the middle seats were ideal. Sitting there now would secure a favorable position for the upcoming class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian glanced at the clock above the blackboard at the back—it was 7:45 a.m., fifteen minutes until class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To hell with it—I’ll take the front!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian gritted his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped out of the classroom and hurried into the adjacent restroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though securing a seat was important, he had something more urgent to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since entering the Fudi, he’d always had people around him, so he’d had no time or opportunity to test his divine ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a school—classroom time was paramount.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If something dangerous happened during class, he’d have to fight for his life. Before that, he needed to know exactly what his divine ability did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the dormitory restroom, this one had no gender separation—only six private stalls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian inspected each one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stall at the far end was clearly occupied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four middle stalls were open; the innermost one was silent but locked—just like in the dormitory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath each stall door, there was a gap of about ten centimeters without paneling—bend down, and you could see the occupant’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian bent down, then stopped halfway and straightened up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he was curious, class was about to start—he didn’t want to be late because of his curiosity. Wu Xian entered the fourth stall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stall wasn’t a toilet seat or the common white porcelain squat toilet—it had a horizontal metal groove running through all six stalls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water flushed periodically, sweeping waste from all six stalls away at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian closed the stall door, confirmed no one was watching, then removed his sports shirt, bared his torso, and pulled a red cloth strip from his pocket, wrapping it around his abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian immediately closed his eyes in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red cloth was “Fire Cloud Cloth.” One of its properties was to continuously emit warmth; wrapped around his chest, it kept him from feeling cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Wu Xian began testing his divine ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, the Human Divine Ability—Sitting Meditation—was impossible to test, since it required cross-legged posture with five points touching the ground, and there was no place to sit in the latrine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, Wu Xian lowered his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He attempted the Demon Divine Ability—Cat’s Three Steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From between his legs, a bare thigh suddenly grew—visible only to Wu Xian. It resembled his own legs in size, but impossible to distinguish left from right, even the toes were identical in length and thickness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like “Suan Ni’s Tiger Taming,” this Demon Divine Ability was permanent—unless the leg was destroyed, Wu Xian could use it freely throughout the Fudi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian tested the Immortal-grade Ghost Divine Ability—Ghost Inscription! Its effect was to consume Yin Qi and draw a Ghost Inscription, but the inscription’s actual effect remained unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d come to the restroom specifically to test Ghost Inscription, because his last use of the Immortal Worship ability had been the Yama Scroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the underground cave had been pitch black and he’d seen nothing, the sound alone suggested a massive display. If Ghost Inscription produced a similar commotion, he’d become an obvious target. He needed solitude to test it. The restroom wasn’t ideal, but he had no better option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ghost Inscription!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian formed the Daoist hand seal and activated the Ghost Inscription ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh! Instantly, freezing air flooded around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The frost spread, coating the stall door and walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in the first stall suddenly felt a chill rush upward, his waste clinging to him, his heart pounding—he wiped himself and fled the restroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click. Click-click…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian swallowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bloody female arm rested on his own, its sharp red nails delicately pinching his index finger, drawing erratic lines in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just the hand—something crouched behind him; bloodied black hair drifted toward his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wu Xian dared not turn around—he fixed his gaze on his finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each movement left a bloody trace in the air, chaotic and wild, until after a dozen strokes it finally stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ghostly hand and woman vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood traces in midair coalesced into a talisman that drifted down into Wu Xian’s palm. The markings on it made him feel ill—that was the Ghost Inscription. Wu Xian opened his Daoist credential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghost Inscription: By using Ghost Inscription, you randomly obtain a talisman once used by a Juanren . This talisman is entirely constructed from Yin Qi and may differ drastically from the original.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the difference was huge, it couldn’t possibly surpass the Yama Scroll, could it? Wu Xian felt a flicker of disdain—then he noticed something crucial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, using a divine ability always felt like something inside him was consumed—but this time, the sensation was faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it be… Ghost Inscription consumes very little?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1207,"2026-06-20T14:31:07.793Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6249b3a706fadd23f96bf4147cd5d4df34979d9b8416852a9cacb07b1b82e344","heavenly-official-bestows-evil-chapter-510","heavenly-official-bestows-evil-chapter-508",556,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fheavenly-official-bestows-evil-cover.jpg"]