Chapter 183: Ghost Generals Return to Their Posts

"Hmph!" Meng Yifan let out a cold snort and said, "Xiao Hei, you come and manipulate this stone pillar; make it fly irregularly, up, down, left, and right."

"Zhang Butou, it's useless for you all to practice against the air like that. Everyone come and use needles to prick Zuo Moyan. Only by shooting at a moving target like this can you achieve training results."

Xiao Hei's eyes lit up as if it had found a new toy. With a wave of its dragon claw, the stone pillar bound to Zuo Moyan flew up.

Following the movement of Xiao Hei's dragon claw, the trajectory of the stone pillar where Zuo Moyan was located became erratic—at one moment it traced an S-curve, at another it went from extreme speed to a sudden standstill, and then it would change direction at high speed in a Z-pattern.

Xiao Hei laughed: "Come on, hurry up and shoot at my toy. If you hit it, there's a reward of Yin energy."

For ghost soldiers and ghost generals, Yin energy is a great tonic that can make their soul bodies dense and continuously increase their strength. Therefore, by using Yin energy as a reward, Xiao Hei instantly boosted the enthusiasm of the ghost soldiers and ghost generals.

Zhang Butou and the other ghost soldiers and ghost generals were all extremely excited. They had been practicing driving the embroidered needles and were worried about not having a suitable target; now, Zuo Moyan, who was constantly changing direction, was the best moving target.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Over a hundred large and small flying needles, like a dark cloud, flew toward Zuo Moyan, scaring him so much that his face changed drastically. Fortunately, Xiao Hei was very cunning, controlling him to dodge left and right, finally managing to avoid the barrage of flying needles.

Zuo Moyan was treated as a living target and cursed furiously: "You bastard, Meng Yifan, you will die a horrible death! My master is a Fourth-grade Immortal Cultivator; he will find you, peel your skin, pull out your tendons, extract your soul, and refine your spirit. He will make you wish you were dead and regret ever crawling out of your mother's womb!"

Hearing Zuo Moyan's curses, Meng Yifan treated it like the barking of a dog and said to Zhang Butou: "Zhang Butou, are you guys useless? With so many of you, you can't even hit Zuo Moyan?"

Zhang Butou also felt he was losing face. He gathered his subordinates together, held a whispered meeting, and then the shooting game continued.

This time, the flying needles of the ghost soldiers and ghost generals no longer chased after Zuo Moyan in a swarm. Instead, they formed groups of ten, like a pack of wolves hunting, coordinating their efforts to fly toward Zuo Moyan simultaneously from different directions.

Xiao Hei controlled Zuo Moyan to break out toward the top, but unfortunately, Zhang Butou's two large-headed needles were hiding within the embroidered needles and had been waiting there for a long time. Seeing Zuo Moyan approach, the two large-headed needles shot out and hit the bullseye.

"Ah!" Zuo Moyan's balls were very unfortunate; they were pierced through by Zhang Butou's two large-headed needles. Although he was a Yin Soul Body, in this special space, he could still feel intense pain.

Because this intense pain acted directly upon the Yin soul, it made this sensation of pain several times more agonizing than if it were acting upon a physical body.

"Haha, bullseye! Ten points, not bad! Zhang Butou, keep up the good work, keep hitting him like that." Meng Yifan waved his right hand, and a wisp of pure Yin energy was transmitted into Zhang Butou's body, making his soul body even more formidable.

"Meng Yifan, you will die a horrible death!" Zuo Moyan cursed shrilly, but soon he couldn't curse anymore; over a hundred flying needles were all flying toward his balls.

Even though his balls had already been pricked full of holes, Xiao Hei waved its dragon claw, and a stream of Yin energy gathered, making the balls whole again as if nothing had happened. Then, they were once again used as a living target, shot at by that group of murderous bastards led by Zhang Butou.

Suffering such humiliation, Zuo Moyan felt like dying, but inside this Yin Soldier Array Disk, his life and death were controlled by Xiao Hei; he couldn't even self-detonate his Yin soul if he wanted to.

"Xiao Hei, you're not doing well. How do you keep getting hit by Zhang Butou and the others? Haha, you guys keep playing." Meng Yifan said.

Xiao Hei also developed a competitive spirit, manipulating Zuo Moyan to change direction rapidly to dodge the encirclement of Zhang Butou and the others. This greatly increased the difficulty of the shooting for Zhang Butou and his group. Both sides chased and ran, having a great time, which achieved excellent training results.

"Long Guxing, it's your turn. I'll ask you one more time: are you willing to be a ghost general under my command?" Meng Yifan asked.

Seeing Zuo Moyan's miserable plight, Long Guxing shuddered with fear. After hesitating for a moment, he said: "Boss Meng, it's fine if you want me to surrender, but you have to let me kill Liu Sheng. That bastard backstabbed me; I am irreconcilable with him."

Meng Yifan shook his head and said: "Liu Sheng is my slave; he is of great use to me. I will not let you kill him."

"Then there's nothing to talk about. I won't associate with Liu Sheng." Long Guxing said through gritted teeth. The backstabbing from Liu Sheng made him itch with hatred; he wished he could eat Liu Sheng's flesh and drink his blood. Of course, he couldn't hang out with Liu Sheng.

"Then go to hell." Meng Yifan's right hand formed a claw and fiercely gripped Long Guxing's head. Then, a small black hole appeared in his palm, from which eerie ripples emerged, enveloping Long Guxing's Yin Soul Body.

In the blink of an eye, Long Guxing's expression turned ferocious, as if he were enduring immense pain. His body kept shrinking, bit by bit being absorbed into Meng Yifan's palm, and then he completely disappeared, becoming energy on the Game Panel to shorten the countdown.

Meng Yifan waved his right hand and then looked at Jiang Tian, smiling: "It's your turn, Boss Jiang. You only have one chance too. Do you want to be a ghost general under my command?"

Zuo Moyan was being used as a living target, his balls serving as the bullseye, being pierced by a large group of flying needles and letting out horrific screams from time to time, while Long Guxing's Yin soul had been directly swallowed by the black hole in Meng Yifan's palm.

Watching all this, Jiang Tian was so scared that his whole body trembled. He was truly terrified; he didn't want his balls to be pricked by needles—that would be better than just having his soul scattered.

"Boss Meng, this subordinate is willing to surrender and be a ghost general under your command." Jiang Tian said.

"Haha, those who submit to circumstances are heroes. Boss Jiang, you finally made the right choice." Meng Yifan laughed.

With the addition of Jiang Tian, the two ghost generals in the Yin Soldier Array Disk were back in place, and their combat power greatly increased.

"Xiao Hei, come over here and help Jiang Tian transform into a ghost general."

Xiao Hei put Zuo Moyan back in his original position, then its dragon claw tapped on Jiang Tian's brow. Wind and clouds surged within the Yin Soldier Array Disk, and Yin energy gathered, whipping up a tornado with the focal point at the tip of Xiao Hei's claw.

Streams of pure Yin energy were transmitted by Xiao Hei into Jiang Tian's Yin Soul Body, causing Jiang Tian's soul body to become dense at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the tornado formed by Yin energy dissipated. Jiang Tian was wearing a suit of pitch-black armor; he knelt on one knee and performed a grand kowtow to Meng Yifan, saying: "Subordinate Jiang Tian, pays respects to Master."

The Yin Soul Body should have been ethereal, but at this moment, Jiang Tian had transformed from void to solid, giving one the feeling that his soul body was extremely sturdy.

Jiang Tian was a Third-grade Intermediate Martial Artist when alive, and his Divine Soul was formidable. After being transformed into a ghost general upon death, his starting point was stronger than Zhang Butou's.

However, Zhang Butou had devoured the Divine Soul fragments of Wang Zhanbiao and Zhang Chao, so his strength had already increased by a large margin. Now, the density of Jiang Tian's and Zhang Butou's soul bodies were about the same, and both could exert combat power comparable to a Third Grade Lower Tier Martial Artist.

"Get up. Go and practice driving the large-headed needles with Zhang Butou. Zuo Moyan was dodging really fast just now; he hasn't been hit in a long time. You join in too and besiege Zuo Moyan."

Meng Yifan also gave Jiang Tian two large-headed needles and a handful of embroidered needles. These flying needles were all refined with Yin Spiritual Power and Yin energy, counting as low-level Dharma Artifacts suitable for ghost soldiers and ghost generals to use. If used well, their power was immense.

Zuo Moyan's face changed drastically, and he accused: "Meng Yifan, you bastard, you truly have a heart of a scorpion and a viper, so ruthless and vicious. How could you treat this old man like this?"

"You say I have the heart of a scorpion and a viper? Think about those child Zombies, think about what you once did to them. You still have the nerve to call me ruthless and vicious? In Luolong County, how many families have been broken because of you? Me using you as a living target now can be considered acting on behalf of Heaven and avenging those commoners."

Meng Yifan thought of those children whose internal organs were dug out while they were still alive, and then thought of Wang Shitou's family of three, and felt a pang of heartache.

The sins committed by Zuo Moyan were too numerous to record. Meng Yifan did not oppose practicing the Nine Yin Corpse Refining Art, but one must retain the bottom line of being human. Like Zuo Moyan, who harmed commoners and did not treat people as human, he was a demon, and everyone should kill him.

"You guys continue your training, I'm leaving." After Meng Yifan finished speaking, this wisp of Spiritual Power left the Yin Soldier Array Disk and returned to his own Divine Soul.

"The energy is sufficient; I can return to Earth." Meng Yifan looked at the Game Panel and muttered to himself.