Chapter 474: Yin-Yang Glove

When did a black glove suddenly appear in the house?

Li Li Banfeng asked not a single question, snatched up his sickle, and charged straight at the black glove, slashing at it.

The black glove darted behind the white glove and shouted: "Don't act rashly—I've got something valuable from Xiao Xiao Zhenggong. Let me go, and I'll give it to you!"

Li Li Banfeng dodged the white glove and swung his sickle again at the black glove.

The black glove's form suddenly vanished; the white glove cried out: "Master, watch out!"

Li Li Banfeng sensed hostile intent and ducked; the black glove hurled a dagger, but missed Li Li Banfeng.

The dagger was exquisitely crafted—it sliced clean through the table, and the sleeping Judge's Pen rolled onto the floor.

No such fine dagger existed in Leaving Suishenju; the glove's earlier assumption was correct—this dagger must have come from Xiao Xiao Zhenggong, and everything he had was taken by the black glove.

Li Li Banfeng turned to slash at the black glove, but the black glove vanished again.

The white glove instantly sensed the black glove's location and rushed to engage it; the black glove shouted: "Even if you kill me, you'll never get his things!"

Li Li Banfeng swung again—the black glove's form vanished once more; the blade nearly struck the white glove, and Li Li Banfeng hastily retracted it.

The black glove suddenly reappeared before Li Li Banfeng, dodging his attacks as he spoke: "Rather than both of us get badly hurt, why not make a deal?"

The white glove lifted his shovel and swung at the black glove, but the black glove circled around Li Li Banfeng, making it hard for the white glove to strike; hesitating, the black glove slipped behind the white glove and slashed his back with a finger—riiiip—a long gash opened.

The white glove shuddered in pain, unable to stand; the black glove extended two fingers, ready to snip off the white glove's fingers.

Li Li Banfeng lunged ahead to save the white glove, sweeping his sickle backward—the black glove barely dodged, then vanished again.

What technique is this black glove using?

Both Li Li Banfeng and the white glove moved with astonishing speed—even within Li Li Banfeng's own residence, where the house cultivator held a great advantage.

Yet the black glove appeared and disappeared at will, always finding cover, and managed to hold off two opponents for so long.

If this black glove was so formidable, why didn't he intervene when Li Li Banfeng killed Xiao Xiao Zhenggong yesterday?

He He Yuxiu wanted to capture the black glove, but the phonograph stopped her: "Girl, don't act recklessly."

He He Yuxiu exclaimed: "What's reckless about it? I'll pierce him into pulp with one shot!"

Zhao Xiao said gently: "This fellow is too cunning—he's always near Master. I fear you might accidentally hurt him."

"Don't worry—I've got control. If I mess up, you can beat me with a stick."

"What good is beating you? Will it bring Master back to life? You haven't fought in years—I don't trust you!"

Though the black glove was troublesome, he lacked lethal techniques; harming Li Li Banfeng would be difficult.

Lady watched patiently as Master circled with the foe, waiting for the right moment to subdue the black glove.

The black glove materialized from the floor, then shot up to the ceiling, addressing Li Li Banfeng: "I know you're both ruthless, but killing me won't be easy. I can hide in your house for ten days or even half a month—you might never find me. I'll surely find a chance to escape—and then…"

The glove fell silent.

He was puzzled by one thing: how had he flown so high?

His combat strategy was to never stray far from Li Li Banfeng, making it hard for both Li Li Banfeng and the white glove to strike.

Now, perched on the ceiling, the situation was dire.

There was no wind in the room—what had disturbed him?

As he wondered, the Judge's Pen on the floor chuckled: "Hmph."

The black glove was stunned—he hadn't noticed the Judge's Pen. Last night, the Pen had refused to eat and lay motionless on the table; he'd assumed it was inanimate.

When had I been affected by the Judge's Pen's technique?

Why was it lifting me?

Just then, Li Li Banfeng leapt forward with his sickle; the black glove prepared to vanish—but the Judge's Pen spoke: "Give me back my capital!"

The black glove's movements instantly slowed.

Li Li Banfeng hooked the black glove with his sickle and pinned it to the table.

The black glove cried out in pain: "Let me go! Or I'll destroy everything valuable from Xiao Xiao Zhenggong!"

Li Li Banfeng nodded: "Go ahead and destroy it. I don't care."

The black glove was startled—he'd lived long enough to know which threats were real and which were bluffs.

Seeing Li Li Banfeng meant business, the black glove quickly changed his tone: "I was just panicked, speaking out of turn, Seventh Master. From now on, I'll serve you—whatever you order, I'll do."

Li Li Banfeng smiled: "You're too kind. We're not that familiar."

"Seventh Master, listen—I know you're surrounded by capable people, and you're destined for great things. But your white glove? He's mediocre. Picking pockets (inside coat), stealing from pants—he's decent. But breaking into homes, creating diversions—he's nowhere near my level."

"Seventh Master, if you don't believe me, test me for a while. If I'm worse than that white glove, you can do whatever you want to me afterward."

The white glove stood on the floor, a long gash across his back, threads fraying outward.

He lowered his index finger, saying nothing.

The black glove was right—he knew it himself: he truly was inferior.

Once, he too had hidden in Leaving Suishenju for a while—Li Li Banfeng hadn't noticed.

But that was because Li Li Banfeng hadn't noticed.

Now, the black glove had hidden in Leaving Suishenju for a full day and night—and the white glove hadn't noticed.

Not just him—even the old master hadn't noticed.

Even more impressive: the black glove could open Leaving Suishenju's main door—the white glove couldn't.

Comparing people leads to despair; comparing goods leads to discard. The gap was glaring—there was nothing to say.

The white glove hung his head and shuffled to the corner, when suddenly Li Li Banfeng pointed at the black glove and said: "Lady, capture his soul."

The black glove cried out: "Why?"

The phonograph didn't hesitate—she drove the needle straight into the black glove.

The former commander of three armies had seen countless people.

The white glove was hard to raise, but the black glove could never be tamed—the lady saw it at a glance.

The black glove shouted: "Seventh Master, I'm stronger than that glove—why won't you keep me?!"

Li Li Banfeng's face was expressionless: "Because you hurt my brother."

Brother?

The black glove couldn't understand.

It was just a magic treasure—when had it become a brother?

Understanding didn't matter—the lady's needle trembled, and the black glove's soul was absorbed.

Li Li Banfeng picked up the white glove, examining the wound on his back: "Bear with the pain—I'll have Lady stitch it up. It'll leave only a scar."

"It's nothing, it's no…" The glove choked, all five fingers trembling, unable to speak.

The lady brought silk thread, sewing the white glove's wound as she said to Li Li Banfeng: "The black glove still retains a trace of spiritual essence—some of his skills may still be useful."

Li Li Banfeng shook his head: "No need. We only have one glove."

He went to the ninth room, picked up the Lotus, and placed it beside the black glove: "Absorb it."

The red lotus unfurled its leaves, just as it began to draw the black glove into its heart—when suddenly the white glove spoke: "Third Madam, wait a moment."

The red lotus spat: "Who are you calling Third Madam?"

The glove fell silent for a moment, then leapt forward and plunged into the lotus heart along with the black glove.

Li Li Banfeng gasped and shouted at the red lotus: "Spit him out! Spit him out right now!"

The red lotus swiftly closed its petals: "Too late. He and the black glove have both turned into lotus seeds."

"Why did they turn into seeds so fast? When you were refining pills, you never did this so quickly! Let them out immediately!"

Li Li Banfeng tried to pry open the lotus petals, but the phonograph advised, "Master, the red lotus doesn't consume raw souls. Our glove has a soul—he won't be fully refined. But his physical form will change drastically, and whether his soul is damaged… it's uncertain. Don't disturb her. As long as this girl isn't deliberately harming the glove, he'll be fine."

Li Li Banfeng immediately released the red lotus, moved a table to the second room, and placed the lotus quietly upon it.

The main room's table had been split in two; Li Li Banfeng was about to throw out the broken wood when he noticed the Judge's Pen still on the floor.

He quickly picked it up and praised: "Today you did great work. I didn't see you touch the black glove—how did you make him fly?"

He quickly picked up the Judge's Pen and praised, "Today you did a great deed—I didn't see you touch that black glove, so how did you still manage to make him fly?"

Li Li Banfeng thought: "Because the glove was light enough?"

"Mm!" The Judge's Pen could make light objects fly without touching them.

Li Li Banfeng was astonished: "I've never seen you use this technique."

"Hmph!" The Judge's Pen was disdainful—he'd used it before. Few noticed, but it was vital to him.

"Hmph!" The Judge's Pen sneered; he had used this trick before, and though few noticed it, it was vital to him.

Li Li Banfeng placed the Judge's Pen on the storage shelf. The Pen rolled over, preparing to sleep—then felt the shelf was cold.

He glanced at the newspaper beside the bed; without moving, he made the paper on the table fly over and land on himself.

He glanced at the newspaper beside the bed, and without moving, he made the newspaper on the table fly over and land on himself.

Li Li Banfeng sat before the red lotus, waiting. The phonograph said: "Master, this can't be rushed. Go get some proper rest."

Li Li Banfeng couldn't sleep—he went to the third room.

The old master was awake; the events had deeply shaken him.

"Someone opened my door—and I didn't notice. I've never encountered this before. This black glove's origins are not simple."

Li Li Banfeng felt a chill of fear: "It's fine—he's gone now."

"A-Tao fused himself—he must be trying to learn the black glove's skills. We'll need to be more cautious around him from now on."

Li Li Banfeng frowned: "He's one of us."

Leaving Suishenju chuckled twice: "I don't trust him. Even if he takes a blade for you, I still don't trust him."

Leaving Suishenju chuckled twice: "I don't trust him—even if he took a knife for you, I still don't trust him."

……

When dawn came, the red lotus still hadn't bloomed; Li Li Banfeng left his personal quarters and prepared to take a walk.

Just as he reached the entrance of Xiaoyao Wu, a steam-powered automobile halted him in his tracks.

In Pulu Province, steam-powered automobiles were a distinctive symbol.

Li Li Banfeng turned to see Liao Liao Zihui stepping out from a breakfast stall beside Xiaoyao Wu.

"I arrived a bit early, didn't mean to disturb you—just grabbed something to eat here," Liao Liao Zihui said, glancing at Xiaoyao Wu. "Shall we go inside and talk?"

Li Li Banfeng had someone arrange a private room; Liao Liao Zihui came alone and sat across from Li Li Banfeng.

"I read about the Jiangxiang Gang in the newspaper. I'd like to verify some details—did you kill Xiao Xiao Zhenggong?"

"I did," Li Li Banfeng nodded.

Liao Liao Zihui wasn't surprised by Li Li Banfeng's attitude: "The Jiangxiang Gang was a vile organization. You removed this menace, and I have no objection—but Xiao Xiao Zhenggong was a Balance Man. You should know his special status."

Li Li Banfeng feigned surprise: "What's a Balance Man? I've never heard of that."

Liao Liao Zihui explained: "A Balance Man is a special figure who maintains equilibrium among factions. Specifically, Balance Men hold influence in the Inner State, Outer State, and Pulu Province, with the power to mediate conflicts between them."

Li Li Banfeng chuckled: "Your judgment is truly poor. Why choose someone like Xiao Xiao Zhenggong? Does he have much power in Pulu Province? How many people here even acknowledge him?"

Liao Liao Zihui tapped the table with his finger and sighed: "We wanted someone more suitable, but such people rarely wish to cooperate with the Outer State."

Li Li Banfeng's tone held mockery: "So you stopped being picky? Any cat or dog can be a Balance Man?"

"If a conflict arises in Pulu Province, we'd have our own solutions. But if it erupts in the Inner State, having someone to mediate becomes critically important."

Li Li Banfeng frowned slightly: "Can you be more straightforward? You mean the depth of conflict with Pulu Province doesn't matter—only the Inner State does, right?"

Liao Liao Zihui fell silent for a long while, then shook his head: "I didn't set the basic principles. I can only explain this far. I came to you because I need an explanation—Xiao Xiao Zhenggong is dead."

Li Li Banfeng smiled: "What explanation do you want? Do you want him to come back to life? Or is there something he didn't finish—something you want to say to him face to face?"

"He had some extremely important documents and records, and especially one seal—crucial to his identity as a Balance Man. I must retrieve them. I hope you'll cooperate."

Li Li Banfeng shook his head: "My strike was too heavy. Xiao Xiao Zhenggong turned to ash—nothing remains. You'd better ask someone else if they saw his seal."

Li Li Banfeng shook his head: "My strike was too harsh—Xiao Zheng turned to ash, nothing left. You'd better ask another acquaintance if anyone saw his seal."

Liao Liao Zihui's fingers kept lightly tapping the table.

"Li Qi, what you've done puts me in a difficult position."

"Old Liao, you came to me—you're the one making things hard for yourself."

Liao Liao Zihui stood and left; Li Li Banfeng didn't see him off.

Li Li Banfeng sat in the private room for a long while.

Many people like to tap the table when speaking—but did Liao Liao Zihui have that habit?

Li Li Banfeng recalled a meal they'd shared.

Liao Liao Zihui had tapped the table before, but not this frequently.

Liao Liao Zihui had tapped the table before, but not this frequently.

Back at the Guard Office, Liao Liao Zihui's face was grim. His secretary, Ling Ling Sujun, held documents but hesitated whether to present them.

The newly appointed Deputy Director, Xia Xia Shumin, said: "Director, Li Qi is still just a merchant. His lifeline is in our hands. If we adjust travel expenses, he'll surely tone it down."

The other Deputy Directors remained silent—they'd tried this before, and the lesson had been brutal.

Liao Liao Zihui raised his hand; everyone left the office except Xia Xia Shumin, who waited for his superior's response.

Liao Liao Zihui smiled and asked: "Xia Shumin, when you retire—will you return to the Outer State, or stay in Pulu Province?"

Liao Liao Zihui smiled and asked, "Xia Shumin, after you retire, do you want to return to Waizhou or stay in Like Puluozhou?"

Xia Xia Shumin struggled to accept the term.

It was his own home—why call it the Outer State? Pulu Province was the real foreign land.

Of course, before his superior, he couldn't question such things. He replied tactfully: "I haven't considered retirement yet."

He was forty-five, in the prime of his career—he shouldn't be thinking of retirement.

Liao Liao Zihui sighed: "After staying so long in Pulu Province, returning to the Outer State might be unbearable. I can't even use a smartphone. When I retire, I want to stay here and enjoy some quiet days."

Xia Xia Shumin quickly said: "You're far from retirement. The Guard Office can't do without you."

Liao Liao Zihui smiled: "What I mean is—I very much want to live peacefully until retirement."

Xia Xia Shumin didn't know how to respond. Liao Liao Zihui waved again, signaling him to leave.

Sitting alone in the office for a moment, Liao Liao Zihui pulled a pair of earpieces from his drawer.

"I wonder if this thing from Old Chen even works," Liao Liao Zihui said, lighting a cigarette and exhaling smoke onto the earpieces. They trembled slightly—as if something inside was wriggling.

Liao Liao Zihui put the earpieces on. Soon, he heard sounds.

Footsteps. Sweeping. The idle chatter of cleaners.

These were the sounds from Xiaoyao Wu 's private room. Liao Liao Zihui had planted a hook—deep, invisible, even undetectable by high-level spiritual observers—using the tool Chen Chen Zhangrui gave him.

Was Liao Liao Zihui planning to eavesdrop on Xiaoyao Wu 's private room indefinitely?

Of course not.

These earpieces had another vital function: they recorded key phrases he heard.

Every phrase related to "Li Qi," "Old Qi," "Qi Ye," and their surrounding context, would be recorded.

First, record in this one room. Then plant hooks throughout Xiaoyao Wu. Liao Liao Zihui had patience—he would uncover Li Qi's true identity.

First record in this private room, then plant hooks throughout Xiaoyao Wu —Liao Liao Zihui was patient; he would uncover Li Qi's true identity.

"We must first uncover Li Qi's true identity." Xia Xia Shumin agreed with Liao Liao Zihui on this point.

But he strongly disapproved of Liao Liao Zihui's approach: "Liao Liao Zihui has been assimilated by Pulu Province. If this trend continues, we'll make no progress here. Have the two agents from the Dark Star Bureau arrived?"

His assistant, Ding Ding Zhichuan, his most trusted subordinate, handed him a file: "The personnel arrived yesterday. All three are officially here for training."

After reviewing their resumes, Xia Xia Shumin selected one: "Send him to monitor near Xiaoyao Wu. Since he's here for training, start with basic duties."

Ding Ding Zhichuan said: "This man's rank is too low. Assigning him such a dangerous task worries me…"

"Don't worry," Xia Xia Shumin smiled. "If he dies on duty, it might wake up the sleeper."

"Don't worry," Xia Xia Shumin smiled, "if this man dies on duty, it'll wake up those pretending to sleep."

Luo Zhengnan entered Xiaoyao Wu 's private room. He'd planned to take a train to Baiqiaolong to eliminate the remaining Jiangxiang Gang members, but Li Li Banfeng had summoned him here.

"Qi Ye, you called me—I was just about to…"

"Come, Old Luo, have a drink," Li Qi waved him off, signaling him to stop talking.

Luo Zhengnan, sharp as he was, understood Li Li Banfeng's intent. He quickly opened a bottle of wine and changed the subject: "Qi Ye, why the sudden good mood today?"

"I plan to do something big. I'm afraid it'll scare you," Li Li Banfeng said, pointing at the table, then his ear—this was a signal to check for hooks.

Luo Zhengnan understood, twisted his ear half a turn, and pressed his head to the table.

"What's this big thing, Qi Ye?" Luo Zhengnan shook his head—no hooks on the table.

"What's this big matter, Seventh Master?" Luo Zhengnan shook his head, indicating no hooks on the table.

Then why did Liao Liao Zihui tap the table?

Li Li Banfeng smiled: "This morning, a debt collector came. Claimed I owed him money. Demanded an explanation."

"Who dares bother Qi Ye?" Luo Zhengnan checked the room again—no hooks.

"This guy's powerful," Li Li Banfeng stared at the table for a moment. "Gather a few strong men. I'll have a proper talk with him."

"This man has powerful connections," Li Li Banfeng stared at the table for a moment. "Get a few more capable brothers—I'll have a proper talk with him."

At dusk, Liao Liao Zihui prepared to leave for home. Before going, he took out his earpieces and listened again.

What he heard made him break into a sweat.

Debt collector?

Have a proper talk?

Was Li Qi planning to attack the Guard Office?

Would he dare?

Hard to say—he'd dare anything.

Liao Liao Zihui immediately ordered: Everyone stay in the Guard Office. Full alert. No one leaves.

The entire Guard Office was stunned. This was quitting time—what was going on?

Late at night, Li Li Banfeng arrived near the Guard Office. He saw dozens of guards patrolling the perimeter—they'd truly prepared.

They heard what I said in the private room.

Liao Liao Zihui did plant a hook—but why didn't Old Luo find it?

This isn't an ordinary hook.

After Xiaoyao Wu closed, Li Li Banfeng entered the private room and took out the hand-cranked phonograph Ling Ling Miaosheng had given him.

He placed a record on the turntable, turned the crank, and music began to play.

"If you're gone, how do I live? My heart is broken, I can't do a thing. / If you're gone, how do I live? My guts are torn—I can only cause trouble…"

The device was tricky. Though he'd studied it carefully with his wife, Li Li Banfeng hadn't fully mastered it. He listened to the song over ten times, spending a full hour—until he sensed a subtle change in the music.

Li Li Banfeng walked around the room with the phonograph, his hand moving evenly—but the music's tempo shifted noticeably.

The hook wasn't on the table—it was on the wall near the door.

Why would Liao Liao Zihui's hook appear near the door if he tapped the table?

Was this Liao Liao Zihui's hook?

Li Li Banfeng placed a blank record on the phonograph, swapped in a harder stylus, turned the crank, and carved a new record beside the hook.

After carving the record, Li Li Banfeng took it back to his personal quarters and had his wife play it.

Li Li Banfeng placed a blank record on the phonograph, swapped in a hard stylus, turned the crank, and carved a record beside the arm.

After carving the record, Li Li Banfeng brought it back to his portable dwelling and had his wife play it.

The record captured the conversation between Li Li Banfeng and Liao Liao Zihui; nothing else preceded it.

This was the hook Liao Liao Zihui had laid.

"He's really gone all in," Li Li Banfeng said, putting away the phonograph. "I'll keep this hook for him—see how long he can use it."

Just then, the copper lotus bloomed, and a single lotus seed appeared among its leaves.

Li Li Banfeng peeled the seed loose and carefully placed it in his palm.

The seed burst open, and the glove slowly unfolded its form.

Supported by thumb and pinky, the glove slowly rose to its feet, raising its index finger to say: "Master, I've succeeded!"

Li Li Banfeng's lower lip trembled; he said nothing, only nodded slightly.

"Master, you're holding back a laugh?" The glove looked at its own body, then hopped onto Hong Ying's dressing table and stared into the mirror for a moment.

He walked over to Hong Hong Lian and asked calmly: "Third Madam, whether you turned me into a white glove or a black glove doesn't matter—even if one side were black and the other white, I could accept it.

But why did you cover me in black spots, like I've got boils all over? What's the meaning of this?"

Hong Hong Lian ignored him.

After all, black and white were mixed—how precisely could anyone control it?

The glove took it in stride: "Men don't care what they look like—what matters is real skill.

Old Master, I'm not challenging you today—I'm going to open your door right before your eyes. Just watch!"

The Sui Shen Ju responded: "Good lad, I'll see if you've got the guts. If you truly open my door, I'll reward you handsomely."

Li Li Banfeng was tense.

If the glove truly opened the door of Sui Shen Ju, Sui Shen Ju might kill him on the spot.

He had to find a way to protect the glove.

"A-Tao, don't rush to show off—rest first."

The glove ignored him: "I risked my life to learn these skills so I could serve you, Master. Please, watch closely!"

The glove moved to the door and felt along the crack.

Everyone in the room watched intently—even Hong Hong Lian, who normally cared for nothing, fixed her gaze on the glove.

If the glove succeeded, Hong Hong Lian might have a chance to leave too.

The glove found the critical spot, brushed its index finger along the crack, traced a circle with its middle finger, tapped lightly with its ring finger, and shouted: "Open!"

The door didn't open.

The glove shook its index finger. "Old Master, you really are skilled. I'll try again."

After a moment of feeling, the glove shouted again: "Open!"

Still no opening.

"Old Master, now I'm serious—watch closely!"

……

An hour passed.

Li Li Banfeng wiped snow cream on his wife; Hong Ying looked annoyed, so his wife wiped some on her too.

The old teapot brewed a pot of fine tea, then traded it with the wine gourd for wine; the wine gourd complained the tea wasn't strong enough, so he gave two taels.

The projector seemed to have heard the pistol speak—it was thrilled; the pendulum told him it was the sound of a revolving cylinder.

Hong Hong Lian's lotus leaves trembled; she yawned, ready to return to Room Nine and sleep.

The glove kept feeling along the door crack, never stopping.

"Old Master, this time I'm truly going all out!"

"A-Tao, listen to me…" Sui Shen Ju was almost moved to pity him.

"Old Master, I can do it—I'll show you my true skill!" The glove's voice trembled.

"Open!" The glove tried again.

"Opened," Sui Shen Ju replied, cracking the door open a sliver.

Everyone in the room could tell—it was Sui Shen Ju opening the door itself.

Only the glove couldn't tell.

The glove stuck its head out the door, excitedly saying: "I did it, Old Master, I really did it—"

CRASH!

The door slammed shut, crushing the glove unconscious.

"A-Qi, find a place for him to sleep well," Sui Shen Ju sighed. "This child…"

……

The next morning, Liao Liao Zihui sat in his office, eyes bloodshot.

He hadn't slept all night; no one in the Defense Office dared sleep—they were all on high alert.

At around nine, Ling Ling Sujun, eyes red, said: "Director, many can't hold out any longer—we beg for half a day off."

Liao Liao Zihui waved his hand: "The more critical the moment, the less we can slacken. Everyone remain on alert."

They held the vigil until dusk. Liao Liao Zihui rubbed his eyes and muttered: "He didn't come… Could the debtor he mentioned not be me? Is there another reason?"

He put on his earpiece and listened for a moment; soon, another conversation came through.

"Seventh Master, are we going tonight?"

"Yes. Last night they were on guard—tonight they'll be exhausted. This time, we'll make them remember!"

Liao Liao Zihui removed his earpiece and smiled.

Li Qi really was a tough one—but I've been cautious enough.

He called Ling Ling Sujun: "Withdraw all personnel from outside the building—pull them all inside. Set up boundaries and traps. Tonight, we'll lure them into the trap."

Ling Ling Sujun, half-asleep, asked: "Director, who exactly are we targeting?"

Liao Liao Zihui smiled: "You'll find out tonight."

PS: I suspect Ling Ling Sujun won't find out tonight either.

Recommend a new book: Luo Cheng, who wields the method of slaying ghosts, accidentally transmigrates from a cultivation world where malevolent spirits have vanished into a supernatural world.

"What ghost? These are materials for my cultivation and Dao!"

Standing atop piles of ghost corpses, the cultivator Luo Cheng said thus.

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(End of Chapter)