Chapter 308: Old Li: I Never Taught That!

In the Shi residence, now home to barely any living souls, Feng Xue scavenged thoroughly before returning home, retrieved the large ice block from the Hutian Bag; though it was common knowledge that living things could not be placed inside the Hutian Bag, according to Seeing Mo Ying's firsthand account of its interior state, it wasn't truly impossible—only that it inflicted immense mental strain.

This strain was enough to make even a spirit ghost shut down for days; for a living person, it would likely result in immediate sanity collapse.

But for the large ice block, Feng Xue didn't care whether his mind was intact—or rather, if his mind did collapse, that would be even better, since it would help…

"Huh? Failed?" Feng Xue frowned as no 【Ghost Obsession】 tag appeared above the ice block's head. "Interesting. Even frozen solid, he still resists? Back in battle, I didn't think his will was that strong."

"No, I don't think it's resistance—I feel more like it's inaccessible." As the output terminal of spirit energy, Seeing Mo Ying circled the ice block twice, offering this tentative hypothesis.

"Inaccessible? Is there some kind of brain-sealing barrier? Or has he been sealed by something?"

Feng Xue tapped the ice-hard skull like a watermelon; this spell, adapted from a mage's freezer technique in the game world, maximized the suppression of resistance without killing the target—but once cast, the spell could not be undone.

"I don't know. It doesn't feel like defense—more like something else already possessed him." Seeing Mo Ying struggled to describe the sensation, offering only a vague guess. Feng Xue grew even more confused:

"Didn't you just slap that shikigami right out of him before?"

"That's exactly why I find it strange. Possession isn't first-come, first-served—if I'm stronger, I should be able to yank the thing out. But now the problem is, I can't even tell if that thing exists."

Seeing Mo Ying's vocabulary seemed exhausted; he began gesturing wildly with his hands. Feng Xue narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, then said directly:

"Little Xiao Lingdang, create an electronic spirit fragment."

"Yes, Master. This one was previously deployed on the drone—use it for now. If it gets destroyed, I'll make a new one." Little Xiao Lingdang immediately extracted a spirit fragment from the drone. Feng Xue held the fragment, clearly lacking Seeing Mo Ying's spiritual vitality, and placed it atop the ice block's head.

He then opened the Hutian Bag, retrieved a folding fan, unfurled it gently, and the blank surface spread before him. Feng Xue turned to Seeing Mo Ying and said:

"This is your chance to show off your talent—write a few characters."

"Got it! What should I write?" Seeing Mo Ying instantly stuck to the fan's surface, excited, as if pondering which calligraphy style would best match the fan's material.

"Invoking Spell."

"Pfft!" At the content, Seeing Mo Ying lost all enthusiasm, seized the brush, and dashed off a wild cursive script.

But being a cultured ghost, he didn't slack off; when the final stroke landed, the characters carried a certain elegance. Feng Xue carefully blew on the ink to dry it, then channeled his cultivation energy, twisting his wrist as if whipping a horsewhip, humming under his breath—

"Zeng zeng leng zeng leng zeng leng zeng zeng ah~ Zeng zeng leng zeng leng zeng leng…"

Midway through the chant, he suddenly spun around and swung the fan with the force of a chopping axe, smashing it squarely onto the ice block's forehead—driving Little Xiao Lingdang's spirit fragment half an inch inside!

"What kind of chant is that?" Liu Yunxi, who had watched the entire scene, couldn't help asking. Feng Xue shook his numb hand and replied:

"Spirit descent has civil and martial forms. Normally we use the 'inviting' method—that's civil. Today, civil won't work, so we go martial!"

Saying this, he struck three more times, hammering Little Xiao Lingdang's spirit fragment deep into the ice block's skull.

Fortunately, it was a bamboo-framed paper fan; had it been redwood, the man would've been dead.

But Feng Xue didn't care at all. He didn't improvise this method—he adapted it from Old Li's teachings.

According to Old Li, those who drown are always the ones who can swim. When shamans invoke spirits or consult rice, they inevitably encounter stubborn entities refusing to leave the body. So he taught Feng Xue a method of expelling spirits.

Unlike invocation, those requiring expulsion are rarely benevolent—so no need for politeness. The possessed person suffers, but you simply link the spirit's essence to the host, then strike it repeatedly with attacks infused with vow-power; most ghosts flee under such treatment. This is the legendary saying: even ghosts fear the vicious (Note ①).

This situation resembled Old Li's description, so Feng Xue replicated the method: if unceremonious "martial expulsion" worked, could "martial invitation" work too?

Now it was clear—he'd successfully invited the guest.

So…

"Little Xiao Lingdang, any results?"

"Feels no different from normal spirit descent. Hmm… just a bit cold…"

"Cold is normal—it's frozen!" Feng Xue said, preparing to let Little Xiao Lingdang share sensory input—but the next moment, Little Xiao Lingdang shrieked:

"Bad! The spirit fragment is out of control!"

"What exactly is happening?" Feng Xue was startled. Spirits exerted direct control over spirit fragments; unless it was Little Xiao Lingdang—a virtual deity who had severed ties with its original world, received independent worship, and assumed new divine duties—such issues should never arise.

"I don't know. The fragment doesn't feel like a fragment anymore… hmm, it feels a bit like me and Little Wind Xiao Lingdang, but now the fragment is occupying my position…"

"Damn! There's corrupted vow-energy in his head!"

Feng Xue's face darkened instantly. He shouted urgently:

"Sever the connection—completely. No trace left. Understood?"

"Understood!"

Though this act was tantamount to severing one's tail to survive, as a mindless virtual deity, Little Xiao Lingdang hesitated not at all and executed the command. Staring at the ice block, Feng Xue sucked in a sharp breath—

"Damn, no wonder the Japs are so ruthless!"

He sighed, then pulled out a coil of high-strength rope from Little Wind Xiao Lingdang's relics, bound the ice block tightly, and hung him upside down from the ceiling beam. Taking the leftover ink from Seeing Mo Ying's Invoking Spell, he began scribbling on the ice block's surface, while waving his hand and muttering:

"You look like my wife!"

*Thud! * Liu Yunxi dropped to the floor, her face flushed—but before she could speak, Feng Xue said:

"Go get some food. I'm hungry."

"... Alright."

(End of Chapter)