Chapter 1906: Living with Mr. Ghost: Miscellaneous Affairs 22

The truth is really melodramatic.

As the heaven's chosen one of this lineage, Jin Chen displayed an outstanding talent for catching ghosts at age ten, and his innate heavenly gang purple qi made myriad ghosts submit and fear to even approach.

Afterward he became even more vigorous, faintly showing the air of leading this lineage; when others mentioned Jin Chen, they could not help but praise that even though the Jin family had declined, it remained a hereditary clan.

But in contrast, the other Jin disciples of this generation—whether the eldest son of clan head Jin Lan or any branch—could not stand shoulder to shoulder with Jin Chen, not even touch his coattails.

As the lineage withered generation after generation, this branch of the Jin family became exceptionally desolate; only by cultivating Jin Chen could a glimmer of hope be seen.

Having grown thus to twenty-five, Jin Chen had become the undisputed heaven's chosen one, and he brought the gradually declining Jin family back into the occult field.

But just then, the infant sons born to the Jin family branches began dying one after another, their deaths miserable as if their vital essence had been sucked dry.

After painstakingly searching for the cause for half a year, a rumor suddenly spread throughout all branches of the Jin family.

It claimed that Jin Chen had sucked away the fortune of everyone in this lineage, and now he was taking the infants' lives, which was how he could securely hold the genius's laurel.

A rumor remains a rumor; if just two out of ten people believe it, it's still filth splashed steadily onto Jin Chen.

Jin Chen disdained to argue, yet he did not expect that even clan head Jin Lan would readily believe it.

After that came chaotic internal strife.

"In short, you finally discovered those rumors were originally spread by Jin Lan merely to pave the way for his worthless son."

As the Red Mist Ghost King said this, Jin Chen's surrounding yin resentment aura suddenly intensified, the oppressive feeling sweeping through the entire underground tomb passage, leaving him panting.

"Later, Jin Lan's son Jin Fan, together with some youngsters from the branches, imitated some secret technique, trapping you in a house, piercing your body with eighty‑one yin‑soul nails, hoping to plunder your purple qi and fortune."

Thinking of the page torn from the ghost‑catching secret art, the killing intent in Jin Chen's eyes almost solidified, as if a hellish ghost‑god had descended.

"I say… this has nothing to do with me."

The Red Mist Ghost King, pressed until he could barely breathe, trembled as he raised a hand to defend himself: "That night you turned into a ghost, it was I who protected you, lest your three souls and seven spirits scatter!"

Only then did Jin Chen lift his eyes to glance at him, withdrawing his yin aura.

Not only the Red Mist Ghost King, but even the six little ones huddled in the corner, shivering, gasped loudly, terrified of being wiped out.

As it turns out, there are differences even between ghost kings!

"Why are you helping me?" Jin Chen asked.

The Red Mist Ghost King waved a hand, slumped on the ground, "Although I was caught by you, it was the Jin family who drove me to this state; you little stick‑in‑the‑mud are far more agreeable than they."

Unbeknownst to him, some memories quietly drifted into Jin Chen's mind.

What happened afterward also came back to recollection.

After his death, Jin Fan and his party, terrified to the extreme, confined his spirit within that house so it could not escape.

His mangled corpse was thrown back into the bamboo courtyard beneath the Jin family's rear garden, and the so‑called purple qi that refused to dissipate was pure nonsense.

Jin Lan personally sealed the purple qi, waiting only for tomorrow to openly disperse it all to her worthless son.

Externally she proclaimed that Jin Fan, the deceased genius, had personally chosen him as the next "heaven's chosen one".

Jin Chen could no longer wait until tomorrow.

"Where is Jin Lan?"

The Red Mist Ghost King answered offhand, "In the underground hall, what are you going to—"

"What the hell!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jin Chen vanished without a trace, undetectable even to him, a fellow ghost king.

"Damn."

The Red Mist Ghost King felt extremely unbalanced inside.

A genius is a genius; even as a ghost he's outstanding.

"Wait a moment…"

The Red Mist Ghost King suddenly blocked the six little ones trying to slip away, "Jin Chen surely isn't planning to kill Jin Lan and his crowd tonight, is he?"

The hanged ghost: "Probably… after all, the Great King despises them."

The drowned ghost: "A deep grudge like a sea of blood!"

The Red Mist Ghost King went berserk, hurriedly chasing after them.

"Can't kill, can't kill!"

——

Underground Hall.

Purple qi circulated within the seal, surging and mighty; even a slight approach brought a feeling of pure cleansing of the soul.

Jin Lan sat cross‑legged within it, spine straight, her long hair bound with a simple pin; just looking at her back showed she was not to be underestimated.

Suddenly she snapped her eyes open, palms slamming the ground, an invisible qi burst outward, her voice like a tolling bell.

"Who! Get out here!"

"Clan head, long time no see."

Jin Chen appeared soundlessly behind Jin Lan, his gloomy profile hidden in the darkness, his flawless, pallid handsome face cold as frost.

Yin qi burst forth wildly, crushing the hall's mystic qi as if to destroy heaven and earth, together with the drifting purple qi that originally belonged to him.

"Jin Chen…"

Jin Lan uttered that name, a sense of apprehension rising in her heart, daring not to relax in the slightest.

Even… fear.

Jin Lan had held power for so many years, yet only this person before her had ever evoked such feeling.

"You really haven't dissipated."

Jin Lan let out a low sigh, the mystic pearl beads in her hand suddenly stilled, and she said in a deep voice, "The branch's Jin Ze, that talented child—was it you who killed him?"

In the darkness a sudden sneer sounded.

Jin Chen's pressure unfurled, his weary eyes lifting into a wicked, cold gaze, his voice so chilling it made spines shiver.

Besides me in the Jin Family, who deserves to be called talented?

How arrogant!

Jin Lan glared at him, her eyes complex and wary, but in the end she couldn't refute.

"You've come back for revenge."

Jin Lan suddenly looked somewhat weary, her heavy body standing before the seal, she spoke in a low voice: "Jin Chen, you have always thought of the family; your death... would let all disciples smoothly enter the Profound Dao, and the Jin Family would all share honor."

Fallacious.

Jin Chen suddenly appeared before his eyes, his gaze icy cold: "Do you want to let all disciples share my fortune equally, or is it to embrace your worthless son, Jin Fan?"

"Don't say that I, from the past, was unwilling; now that I have become a ghost, my mind is even more petty."

Jin Lan's forehead veins jumped violently; she seized the ritual instrument without changing expression, asking: "What are you going to do?"

The black mist coiled silently, like a soul‑reaping hook.

Jin Chen looked at her without changing expression: "Of course I'm going to kill you."

You can't kill!!

The Red Mist Ghost King rushed in, hurrying as best he could.

He grabbed Jin Chen's shoulder, his crimson eyes filled with blood: "Brother! Please give me a word of advice—tonight we cannot kill!"

"You... also escaped!"

The solemnity on Jin Lan's face flashed away; she raised her hand to kill, but was easily controlled by the black mist.

Jin Chen was pulled to a corner, dissatisfiedly glaring at the Red Mist Ghost King: "Don't move your hands and feet—do you also want to die?"

"I'm stopping you precisely because I don't want to die!"

The Red Mist Ghost King spoke extremely fast, lowering his voice: "You forgot? Although on the surface it was Jin Fan who drove the nails into you, it was actually Jin Lan who separated your soul and spirit—equivalent to her refining you into a ghost!"

"There is a Jin Family seal here; if you kill her, you will die too!"