Chapter 72: Soul Absorption

"Yifan, what was that just now? The Ghost Head Blade in your hand seemed to be trembling," Meng Dayong asked with some anxiety.

In Meng Dayong's view, only an instant had passed, but Meng Yifan had experienced the life-and-death trial of a fiend attempting to seize his body, returned to Earth to live for an hour, consulted netizens, and eaten a bowl of instant noodles; this sense of temporal dislocation made Meng Yifan feel slightly disoriented.

"Father, it's nothing now." Meng Yifan did not say more; whether it was the matters on Earth or the fact that Jiuyin Laozu had wanted to seize his body, telling Meng Dayong would be useless and only cause him worry and fear, so it was better not to say anything.

"Are you really alright? I saw your face was pale just now; you didn't suffer any internal injuries, did you?"

Meng Dayong was very worried about Meng Yifan; in this world, Meng Yifan was the only relative he had left, and his son was his lifeline; in his eyes, Meng Yifan was more important than his own life.

When Meng Yifan transmigrated here, he inherited the original owner's ten years of memories, and these memories merged with Meng Yifan's own, making Meng Yifan feel as if he had truly lived here for ten years; living together day and night, he also felt a son's affection for his father toward Meng Dayong.

When on Earth, Meng Yifan had been an orphan since childhood and had never felt parental affection; he never expected that after arriving in the world of the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty, he would gain a father who cared for him, which could be considered the fulfillment of a regret.

"Father, I'm really fine. It's getting late, you should get some sleep too," Meng Yifan said.

Meng Dayong was still somewhat uneasy; he placed his fingers on Meng Yifan's wrist and used his True Qi to sense him, and only after confirming that Meng Yifan truly had no internal injuries did he heave a sigh of relief and say, "Yifan, you should get some sleep too."

Meng Dayong was perhaps truly tired, and before long, the sound of snoring came from him.

Meng Yifan smiled, tucked the quilt in for Meng Dayong, and then began to ponder his transmigration back to Earth.

"Since I transmigrated here, will there also be a time ticking away on the Game Panel?"

Meng Yifan's heart stirred; he hurriedly summoned the Game Panel and looked toward the final countdown, discovering that there was indeed a countdown ticking there: 364:23:58:32, 364:23:58:31...

The countdown was decreasing second by second, and the entire duration was very long, lasting a full year.

"Does it mean I need to spend a year in the world of the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty to gain the opportunity to return to Earth again?"

"Did the Game Panel gain this countdown function this time because it absorbed the true spirit of someone calling himself Jiuyin Laozu? If the Game Panel absorbs similar true spirits again, will it develop new functions? Or could it shorten the countdown time?"

Meng Yifan's heart was filled with many doubts and confusion; he wished he could go find some true spirits right now to let the Game Panel absorb them and see what the effect would be.

However, that true spirit calling itself Jiuyin Laozu had drilled into Meng Yifan's mind on its own, wanting to seize Meng Yifan's body, and was then devoured by the Game Panel.

Meng Yifan himself did not possess the ability to actively control the Game Panel to devour other true spirits, and he did not know where to capture other true spirits; he estimated that the souls of ordinary people should be very different from the true spirit of Jiuyin Laozu, and he did not know if they could be used.

Meng Yifan picked up the Ghost Head Blade and discovered that the Wuhai Xiaoqiu existed within the left eye socket of the ghost head, only the needle-point-sized pupil that was there before had closed, and the hair-raising, heart-palpitating feeling of the Wuhai Xiaoqiu had also vanished; it looked just like an ordinary little ball.

"Huh!" Meng Yifan took the Ghost Head Blade into the courtyard and attempted to input some True Qi into it, unexpectedly discovering that the Ghost Head Blade could not only use sonic attacks like Ghost Crying Wolf Howling, but could also use True Qi to stimulate the Wuhai Xiaoqiu, causing it to open that needle-point-sized pupil once again.

Once this pupil opened, it could release a suction force that acted upon the soul; it seemed it could even absorb a person's soul.

"Absorbing souls?" Meng Yifan was somewhat excited; this kind of bizarre ability already belonged to the realm of an Immortal Cultivator's abilities, and now that he had mastered this ability by chance, he naturally had to try it out.

Meng Yifan was not a person who killed the innocent indiscriminately, and if he really killed people at random, he would also have Experience Value deducted, so he would not use ordinary people to test the bizarre function of the Ghost Head Blade.

Meng Yifan's body had already undergone several reinforcements and had become sharp of hearing and sight; in the courtyard, he quickly found a large rat that had come out to steal things.

"Hehe! You'll do." Meng Yifan ended the large rat's life with the Ghost Head Blade, then transmitted True Qi into the Ghost Head Blade; that bizarre eyeball opened its needle-point-sized pupil, and a mysterious, bizarre suction force emerged from thin air, enveloping the large rat's corpse.

One second later, that suction force truly captured a phantom of the large rat; no matter how the large rat struggled, it could not shake off that suction force, and it was quickly pulled into the left eye of the ghost head.

Meng Yifan stared at this scene, dumbfounded, feeling it was incredible; since the Game Panel devoured Jiuyin Laozu, Meng Yifan's control over the Ghost Head Blade had also increased a lot, and as he held the Ghost Head Blade now, he could sense that there was indeed an extra phantom of a large rat inside the Ghost Head Blade.

This feeling was very magical; it seemed that as long as Meng Yifan had a thought, he could make that large rat phantom dissipate into nothingness.

"Come out." Meng Yifan had a thought, and the large rat phantom emerged from the tip of the Ghost Head Blade; ordinary people with mortal eyes could not see souls, and Meng Yifan could only observe the large rat phantom because he was holding the Ghost Head Blade.

"Walk forward a few steps." Meng Yifan was like someone who had found a beloved toy, ordering the large rat phantom to leave the Ghost Head Blade, but before the large rat phantom had walked two steps, a breeze blew by, and the large rat phantom was like ice under the Greater Yang, quickly blown away until it dissipated.

"This is too weak; a gust of wind blew it away." Meng Yifan was somewhat speechless, and he also discovered a problem: driving the large rat phantom to move after it left the Ghost Head Blade consumed his Spiritual Power significantly.

Meng Yifan was not an Immortal Cultivator after all and could not drive a soul for long; if he used it forcibly, he might end up with exhausted Spiritual Power and become a vegetable from then on.

"It seems it can only be used as a trump card." Meng Yifan pondered; as he mastered the two functions of the Ghost Head Blade, he felt more and more that Cultivating Immortality and Seeking the Dao was truly mysterious, and his longing for it deepened even more.

It was no wonder that the Emperors of ancient times would exhaust everything to seek immortality; it was not just for that unreachable eternal life, but because Cultivating Immortality itself possessed an irresistible charm.