Chapter 549: Is This Really a Ghost Possession?

"My great‑aunt is indeed more decisive than my uncle!"

Wang Ping'an sighed inwardly, thinking that the so‑called ghost‑possession farce involving Zhang Guilian, he had watched from beginning to end.

He never imagined that Zhang Guilian was merely bathed in moonlight, looking unusually strange, yet in no way did it seem like a ghost possession.

How could his two paternal cousins mistake Zhang Guilian for being possessed by a ghost?

It's not that he likes excitement—well, he does enjoy a spectacle, but that alone isn't enough for his attention; what he mainly wants is to see what effect Zhang Guilian has when he uses the Divine Technique: Persuade People to Appreciate, and whether it is as he suspects, otherwise he would have left already.

After all.

The system panel still shows many newly acquired Entry Level skills waiting for him to upgrade their proficiency!

After much effort he earned ten thousand Merit points from Qi Wenshan, but the Divine Technique: Persuade to do good has consumed only a little over a thousand Merit points, leaving more than eight thousand Merit points waiting for him to use.

He has no choice but to upgrade all the newly acquired Entry Level skills to Cultivation; after all, the number of unupgraded skills he has accumulated is huge, and with a full eight thousand Merit points he can raise their proficiency all the way to Mastery.

He actually enjoys it, as the sounds of skill proficiency upgrades echo in his mind!

"Mother, you, you, what are you saying?"

Zhang Chengyong's face was full of oddity; he never expected his mother to say such words, but he forced himself to speak:

"Although that poisonous woman is no good, our father has been unusually kind to her, yet she repeatedly traps our whole family.

Now she even colludes with outsiders to harm our father, seeking to usurp our father's Lion Ridge Mountain God position.

But regardless, she is my second aunt, our father's own sister; how could we use this to take her life?"

Regarding his mother's words, he didn't think she was heartless; he knew what kind of person his mother was—he wasn't unaware, she was a top‑notch good person.

It wasn't just his personal view, but the opinion of the entire Zhang Family Village and those chaotic relatives; now that his mother is willing to devise such a method against Zhang Guilian, it's clearly Zhang Guilian's fault, not his mother's.

Don't even mention it.

His mother's plan is indeed good; if Zhang Guilian truly were possessed by a ghost, they'd strike first, and even if they behead Zhang Guilian, their father could only scold them a few times and wouldn't know what to do with them.

Who would let Zhang Guilian be unwell, lest a fierce ghost possess her?

Just…

That thought lingered in his mind for less than three seconds before he dispelled it himself.

He knows what kind of person his father is—he values family ties to an almost obsessive degree; if the two brothers truly followed his mother's suggestion,

their father wouldn't know what to do with the two brothers, nor would he blame them afterward, but he would feel deeply guilty.

He would shoulder the blame himself, even if he hadn't done anything wrong.

Although he doesn't like Zhang Guilian, he ultimately refuses to let his father suffer for a lifetime over this.

"Your father may treat her as a sister, but would she consider your father her elder brother?"

Li Ping snorted coldly, knowing that the Zhang Chengze brothers, even without her prompting, or even if she ordered them directly, would not do such a thing, and said irritably:

"What are you standing around for? Go check it out quickly, lest she truly be possessed by a ghost and harm your elder brother!" She knew that her standing in the Zhang Chengze brothers' eyes was not comparable to De Ben, but the brothers cared about her just as they cared about De Ben.

She didn't want to do anything that would make De Ben suffer; otherwise, for that poisonous woman Zhang Guilian, with each of her messed‑up deeds, how could she be allowed to remain unscathed without the punishment she deserves?

Zhang Guilian's brazen behavior in front of their family, turning into this state, is ninety percent due to De Ben's indulgence.

Zhang Chengyong comforted, "Mother, don't worry. Our father rushed over; you didn't see, but he just turned into a wisp of blue‑green smoke and vanished from before me, likely already reaching your elder brother. Even if that poisonous woman is possessed by a fierce ghost, or even becomes a fierce ghost herself, with our father present, she cannot harm your elder brother!"

Li Ping gave no reply, but quickened her pace and rushed toward Zhang Chengze's location.

She was especially worried about Zhang Chengze's safety; she had heard many villagers speak of the fierce ghost's power, and even though De Ben now serves as the Lion Ridge Mountain God, she still lacked confidence that he could deal with a fierce ghost.

Mainly because not long ago, even a stone‑carving master like Qi Wenshan dared to scheme against her family's De Ben, attempting to usurp De Ben's Lion Ridge Mountain God position, which shows that De Ben's position as Lion Ridge Mountain God holds no real prestige.

"W‑what, what, what's going on…"

Li Ping, at top speed, reached Zhang Chengze's spot; shortly, several silhouettes appeared before her—it was Zhang Chengze and his group, and when she examined them closely she couldn't help but shout, unable to find a way through:

"I—I—I'm not still half‑asleep, am I just seeing things?"

"Mother, what are you saying? I don't understand what you mean."

Zhang Chengyong followed from behind, instinctively speaking; as soon as his words left his mouth, his peripheral vision caught an oddity nearby, and he widened his eyes in astonishment, exclaiming:

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"No, that poisonous woman is hugging my father while crying. What is she crying about? What's there to cry over? Is she just putting on a show?"

On the way there, he speculated about possible scenarios; there were many guesses, the most common being that Zhang Guilian was possessed by a fierce ghost.

His father, with lightning speed, could easily dispel a possessing fierce ghost—or any other situation—but he never imagined Zhang Guilian would clutch his father and wail loudly.

"A cat cries for a mouse, feigning compassion!"

Li Ping snorted coldly, hurried forward; she actually wanted to see what Zhang Guilian was pretending to do.

Only.

As soon as she got close, she heard Zhang Guilian, clutching De Ben, wailing and apologizing, recounting all these years, sorry for De Ben of her family—no, sorry for the whole family's deeds.

Zhang Chengyong also heard Zhang Guilian's remorseful voice clearly; his face was still odd, and his peripheral glance caught Zhang Chengze beside him, looking as if dreaming, and he whispered:

"Elder brother, what, what, what's really going on? She, she, she can't actually be possessed by a ghost, can she?"

With his father nearby, he couldn't keep calling Zhang Guilian a poisonous woman, but the ghost possession he mentioned now differed from the earlier one.

At first he feared Zhang Guilian was possessed by a fierce ghost; now, seeing her like this, he wondered whether she was possessed by a conscientious spirit.

(End of chapter)