Chapter 92: The Power of Yin Justice

The cold wind was shrill, and the candlelight reflected off the people.

Winter was fast approaching; the cold wind outside the window began to howl like the wailing of vengeful ghosts, making those who heard it shiver in their hearts.

The candlelight was dim and yellow, illuminating the scene inside the room.

Three fine coffins lay horizontally in the center of the room, and a gaunt man was holding a fine brush, dipping it in gold powder, and tracing the character "Sacrifice" onto a coffin.

His skin was ghastly white, two thick dark circles slanted past the corners of his eyes, and with his back to the light, he lacked any sign of life; his frame was thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

*Cough, cough, cough—*

"Master, take a rest."

"It won't be too late to do it tomorrow; you haven't closed your eyes for two days."

In the room, another voice suddenly sounded.

The voice was aged and carried a hint of kindness, like a steward of a wealthy household giving a thoughtful reminder.

Yet, looking toward the sound, it was empty, with no one to be seen.

There were only the man tracing "Sacrifice" and the three cold coffins.

The man coughed heavily; on such a cold day, he wore only a single white garment.

As mentioned before, he seemed truly exhausted and needed a good rest.

"No."

"If I go any slower, I won't make the date."

*Cough, cough—*

He was very weak, but his hand tracing "Sacrifice" was very steady, still drawing the gold characters smoothly.

This character was unusual; looking closely, one seemed to be able to see many strange patterns rolling within it.

The more patterns there were, the more spiritual the character "Sacrifice" seemed to become.

The man was just like this, outlining the patterns bit by bit, in the process of completing this "Sacrifice."

"Master, why bother?"

"That person in the Literary Palace is no longer willing to investigate further, so why must you remain so persistent?"

"The affairs of the human world should naturally be handled by people of the human world; why should we get involved?"

The aged voice sounded again, seemingly feeling some heartache.

"They owe us, and we owe them."

"The grievances of the previous generation, who can really say clearly?"

"Those six old ghosts have already been executed, and since that person is unwilling to investigate further, let's just let it be."

"Master, seeing you abuse yourself like this makes my heart ache."

The man tracing the patterns shook his head, and the hand holding the brush wavered slightly.

On the index finger of his right hand, a small ink-jade colored ring shimmered, and the yin energy in the room seemed to grow much heavier.

"Although those six old things are all dead, it wasn't just those six old fellows who ran out that day."

"The appearance of this demon spirit in Chiyang County is suspicious; I think it is the handiwork of an old acquaintance."

"Wait a little longer; perhaps I can catch it and bring it back."

At this point, the man's tone suddenly became sharp.

"Uncle Liu, help me move this coffin to the back in a moment."

"I know you mean well, but..."

"What he owes, I will repay; this is only right and proper."

"What does it have to do with whether anyone cares or not?"

As he spoke, the man began to continue tracing the patterns.

Within his pitch-black eye sockets, a hint of indignation suddenly appeared.

"And..."

"Only after it is repaid."

"Can I go and collect what others owe us!"

"Some things are not for them to say are over."

"Just because they say it should be over!"

A gust of yin wind suddenly blew through the room, sending gold and silver paper money flying everywhere.

*Whoosh—*

——

*Whoosh—*

The sound of water churned.

"I told you to be greedy for play; let's see if you dare to mess with other people's things again!"

Li Xiang rubbed Zhao Zheng's fingers with glutinous rice water while pulling his hand away to flick Zhao Zheng on the forehead a few times.

It hurt him so much that he let out a wail.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

"I won't do it again, I won't do it again, I'll never dare to do it again!"

Ever since he came back from buying candied haws, the little fellow had been saying his hands felt like they were burning, feeling both painful and itchy.

Li Xiang felt something was wrong and picked them up to take a look.

Whoa!

A patch of black-blue was already wrapped around his hand, as if he had touched some evil spirit.

For some reason, the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon protecting the little one did not even trigger.

Li Xiang tried to use his Haoran Qi to wash away the unclean things on it.

However, the effect was extremely weak.

He did not know if it was because his Haoran Qi was of too low a Grade, but the Haoran Qi, which should have been able to suppress all evil spirits, did not produce any effect.

The little one was in pain and itching, howling at home.

Li Xiang remembered what the man had said during the day, so he reached out and grabbed a handful of glutinous rice, mixed it into water, and had the little one put his hand in to rinse it.

Immediately, he saw a wisp of cyan-black mist detach from the little one's hand, dissipate into the air, and vanish.

Its color was cyan-black, gloomy but not evil, appearing to be of a gloomy yet righteous nature.

This made Li Xiang frown as he watched.

This was Yin energy, but it was not an evil spirit; even when his Haoran Qi encountered it, it did not have much of an effect.

It actually made Li Xiang feel somewhat strange.

Gloomy and evil—can these two words actually be separated?

After tidying up the little one, he threw him back into the room, made the bed, and told him to go to sleep early.

Come to think of it, this little one seemed used to a life of luxury at first, and he still felt somewhat unaccustomed to sleeping on this hard stone bed.

However, after Li Xiang had been taking care of him for two days, he had adapted to local customs, and the noble aura on him had dissipated quite a bit, making him look like half a village child.

He wondered if Uncle-Master Zhang would beat Li Xiang up if he saw this.

Night fell.

Li Xiang lay on the bed, recalling the coffin shop he had seen during the day.

That man felt very strange; he did not seem to have any cultivation.

He had checked with his Confucian Divine Ability, and under the observation of his Dharma Eye, it only felt like a completely ordinary physical body.

It was just that his Qi and Blood were extremely weak; although he was an adult, the Qi and Blood inside his body were like those of a child.

It looked as if he had just recovered from a major illness.

This person was gloomy and strange, which was somewhat similar to the evil aura of the Curse Spirit Ring.

The system prompt said that the whereabouts of the ring were on him, which Li Xiang felt was quite reasonable.

It was just that not knowing his background made Li Xiang feel a bit troubled.

"Forget it, time to sleep."

"Tomorrow I'll call a clone to watch the house and supervise the little one's studies."

"I will go find a place with Spirit Rhyme to improve my Immortal Dao cultivation as soon as possible and advance to the Transformation Realm."

Li Xiang shook his head, pulled up the quilt, and prepared to sleep.

Indeed, one cannot be too lazy.

If a lazy person cultivates immortality, the more they cultivate, the harder it becomes.

Before sleeping, Li Xiang took out a piece of draft paper and gently placed it under his pillow.

Looking at it roughly, one could see words like "festival," "coffee," and "royal sister."

The night passed without incident, save for the laughter Li Xiang emitted from time to time, which seemed to indicate he was having a very happy dream.

In the early morning, Li Xiang was woken up by a familiar system prompt tone.

【Ding! You have completed the faction confrontation task!】

【You have obtained a perfect D-Grade Adventure Token x1, Attribute Points x50.】

【Ding! The status of Chiyang County has been updated.】

【Ding! You have completed the Grade C Task "Choice."】

【You have received a reward: Attribute Points x30!】

【Your current remaining distributable Attribute Points: 80.】

【Would you like to distribute them now!】

(End of chapter)