Chapter 110: Soul Possession

Three days later.

At Peach Source Square, after that night, Bai Buran unusually gave Zhang Fan three days off—paid leave.

It has to be said that the Rooster of You has indeed mastered the art of deception and spying on celestial secrets—he forcibly used the Divine Talisman Robe and activated the Northern Dipper Soul Refinement technique, and even though he bore most of the pressure, Zhang Fan’s use of the [Heavenly Mother’s Heart Spell] still placed a heavy burden on his soul, taking three full days to barely recover.

“Dad really has something wrong with him.”

Zhang Fan pondered deeply; in fact, ever since he reclaimed the [Evil God], he had already sensed that Zhang Lingzong had concealed many things from him—his own past, their family’s past, Zhang Fan’s past, his mother Li Linglong’s past…

Everything Zhang Fan had believed about the past seemed utterly overturned.

Now, from the heavenly secrets he glimpsed ten years ago, he had seen Zhang Lingzong’s figure—he had entered Longhu Mountain…

Since the Daoist Great Calamity, Longhu Mountain had sealed its gates for eighty years; he was the only person who had ever entered.

On that night ten years ago, Li Linglong died, and Zhang Fan also entered the Great Night.

That night, Zhang Lingzong brought out a coffin from Longhu Mountain, and inside was…

“Jiang Lai!?” Zhang Fan said uncertainly; he thought he was nearing the truth, only to find himself plunged into an even greater mystery.

“I’m starting to suspect Dad’s been working on a construction site all these years!”

Zhang Fan muttered as he walked into the company.

Wen He had injured her primordial qi and wouldn’t recover anytime soon.

Jiang Lai hadn’t arrived yet.

Only Jiang Hu sat at his desk, staring at the computer screen.

“With the market like this, you’re still buying property?”

Zhang Fan leaned over, glanced, and couldn’t help saying.

“Basic need, Daoists are people too—they need to buy homes,” Jiang Hu said without looking up.

“Tsk tsk, too many unfinished projects.”

“These heartless capitalists, no matter how many unfinished projects, they still make money,” Zhang Fan said coolly.

“Heh, aren’t all the powerful capitalists like this?”

Jiang Hu spread his hands, helplessly saying: “Profits privatized, losses corporatized, risks socialized.”

“Pure demons wearing human skins—years ago, the Dao Master would’ve just burned them with a single talisman.”

“Hulu, I admire you for this one thing,” Zhang Fan suddenly said.

“What?”

“Your mouth is more powerful than a talisman.”

“...”

“Cultivation isn’t about fighting and killing; we must comprehend the Heavenly Heart and realize that in this turbid mortal world, many fates are unchangeable, unavoidable…” Jiang Hu sighed.

“For example?”

“For example… the mother-in-law’s wailing, the sister-in-law’s demands, the brother-in-law’s pleading, the husband’s helplessness, the father-in-law’s stubbornness, and…”

“What Dao are you even cultivating?!”

“The Dao that can be spoken of is a single path!”

“...”

Zhang Fan fell silent, opened his “Little Yellow Book,” and habitually clicked open the homepage of [Thousand-Year Old Demon]; the avatar was still gray.

“Has the old thief updated again?” Zhang Fan glanced.

It has to be said that since he started following [The Thousand-Year Demon], this old scoundrel has been updating very frequently.

Soul Possession: The Legendary Art of Reincarnating Through a Corpse

“Soul Possession?!”

Zhang Fan was no longer a novice, especially after reclaiming the Evil God—he now possessed much more knowledge and experience.

Soul Possession was an ancient and mysterious technique in Daoism, capable of seizing another’s body, usurping it like a crow in a magpie’s nest, achieving a form of rebirth or resurrection.

Yet true Soul Possession carried countless taboos and extreme risks.

The Thousand-Year Old Demon’s article began with a story—a tale of [Soul Summoning].

In some places, Soul Summoning was called Soul Binding. Few understood it; mostly elderly grandmothers, occasionally the young, but none were said to be effective.

As for men practicing it, he had never seen any.

In the southwestern mountain regions, he had once seen them—shamanesses summoning the dead from below, using their own bodies as vessels.

When possessed, the displays were exaggerated: some rolled their eyes, others convulsed violently; no one knew if it was real or fake.

This Soul Summoning technique was not complex—only the deceased’s birth chart was needed.

But there was one taboo: never use a living person’s chart. Two years ago, Yujing City had a real incident—deeply chilling.

A daughter-in-law had a terrible relationship with her father-in-law; no one knew what had happened between them, but their birth charts clashed, leading to constant arguments and even physical fights.

Later, she went to a famous shamaness in town and asked her to perform Soul Summoning.

She gave the birth chart of her father-in-law—yet he was still alive.

The shamaness didn’t know this; she lit incense and candles, but after much effort, nothing happened.

Embarrassed, the shamaness used extra methods—and succeeded.

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But as soon as the spirit possessed her, the shamaness transformed, screaming curses at the daughter-in-law: “You have no conscience! He’s still alive, and you’re summoning his soul!”

The assistant’s face turned pale instantly; he quickly extinguished the incense and candles.

When the shamaness regained consciousness, she was furious, saying she had broken a taboo and could never practice this art again.

After returning home, the father-in-law fell seriously ill and remembered nothing; the daughter-in-law felt even more triumphant.

Yet two months later, the daughter-in-law died—during daylight, inexplicably, she wandered into a construction site and got caught in a concrete mixer, horribly mangled.

As for the shamaness, she never again performed Soul Summoning for anyone.

“After death, the Yuan Shen becomes pure yin, devoid of yang—it becomes a ghost...”

Soul Summoning, in essence, is summoning the Yuan Shen—but it is a heretical path.

In Daoism, some powerful practitioners can forcibly extract a living person’s Yuan Shen and seize their body—that is, the legendary “soul transference through a corpse,” though far more brutal and potent.

“Soul Transference Through a Corpse?!” Zhang Fan pondered.

“Soul Possession… that’s not something just anyone can master.”

At that moment, a hoarse voice came from behind.

“Old Yu?!”

Zhang Fan turned—Yu Fu, who had not appeared in days.

“Old Yu, you finally show up! I thought you quit!” Zhang Fan teased.

Old Yu grinned but said nothing, staring fixedly at Zhang Fan’s computer screen.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan’s expression grew uneasy.

“Don’t worry, I don’t care about slacking off at work,” Yu Fu shook his head. “Little Zhang, you’re already studying this?”

“Just happened to see it.”

“Soul Possession is a Daoist taboo—only those at the Threshold of Life and Death may touch it,” Yu Fu said gravely. “Do you know who in this world excels at this?”

“Who?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help asking.

“Two kinds of people.”

“The first are mountain spirits—they’ve cultivated Dao, over centuries, if their Yuan Shen leaves their body and takes over a human form, then they become…”

“Demons?!” Zhang Fan blurted out.

Mountain spirits cannot transform into human form—like the He family who once cultivated a horse, or the foxes kept in the back mountain, all possessing Dao and sentience, yet no matter how much they cultivated, they remained beasts; to become human, they must perform Soul Possession and seize a body.

In ancient legends, fox spirits turning into beautiful maidens? That was always the fox’s Yuan Shen leaving its body and possessing a girl’s flesh.

Those with human bodies are called demons—far more powerful than ordinary spirits.

“Old Yu, do you think demons still exist in this world today?”

At this, Yu Fu did not answer, but stared fixedly at Zhang Fan—his gaze made Zhang Fan’s skin crawl. After a long pause, he finally spoke softly.

“Of course they do!”

(End of Chapter)