Chapter 321
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Chapter 321: Mountain Ghost (Part 1)
On a moonless night with fierce winds, the air felt as cool as water.
The Mountain Lord Temple was silent, and many cultivators camping in the main hall had already drifted into dreams.
Over the past few days, their mental stress had been immense.
They hadn’t had proper rest during their journey.
Although cultivators could endure prolonged periods without sleep, their souls could grow weary, requiring relaxation and recovery.
This Mountain Lord Temple gave them a long-lost sense of safety.
As a result, many cultivators slept exceptionally soundly.
“Dan Lang~”
A soft calling suddenly jolted Dan Zhiwen awake from his dreams.
He instinctively turned over and sat up, clutching a talisman in his hand.
“Dan Lang~”
In the next moment, Dan Zhiwen heard the same voice again.
This time, he could confirm that he was awake and not hallucinating.
Dan Zhiwen felt a wave of confusion wash over him.
The voice was so familiar, easily awakening deep memories buried in his heart.
“Xiao Juan…”
Dan Zhiwen murmured, his gaze showing a hint of daze.
Xiao Juan was his childhood sweetheart, who had died many years ago in an accident.
Throughout the years, Dan Zhiwen had never forgotten her, even rejecting several female cultivators who had shown interest in him.
“Where are you?”
“Dan Lang, I am here.”
Xiao Juan’s voice was soft and sorrowful, drifting through his heart and causing an uncontrollable surge of longing within him.
He pushed aside the tent flap and shot out of the main hall like an arrow released from its bow.
In the courtyard, the silvery moonlight poured down on Dan Zhiwen, as if draping him in a white gauzy robe.
This cultivator, who had achieved perfect mastery in Qi Training, widened his eyes in disbelief.
He saw his long-lost love standing gracefully ten steps away, smiling gently.
“Xiao Juan!”
Dan Zhiwen couldn’t help but be filled with tears, and his feet felt as heavy as if weighted down by mercury, making it difficult to move forward.
At this moment, nothing else existed in the mind of this cultivator except for his beloved standing before him.
Therefore, Dan Zhiwen couldn’t even notice a small ghost resting on his back.
The small ghost resembled a child about two or three years old, with a large head and a frail body. Its skin was a leaden gray, wrinkled like the aged peel of an orange.
It clung tightly to Dan Zhiwen’s neck with its slender arms, its upturned pig-like nose sniffing aggressively at the back of Dan Zhiwen’s head, drawing out wisps of pure white essence.
After a few inhalations, the small ghost’s expression turned ecstatic, and dark red veins became visible beneath its gray skin.
To Dan Zhiwen’s left and right, four or five other cultivators were in the same predicament.
They had voluntarily left the main hall, which was fortified with defensive formations, each carrying a small ghost on their backs, absorbing essence.
The scene was so eerie that any ordinary person witnessing it would be terrified out of their wits!
As Dan Zhiwen ran out, Wang Chen emerged from his meditative state.
Something was amiss!
His sharp instincts were sounding an alarm, warning of imminent danger.
Wang Chen detected an aura of malevolence permeating the surrounding space. Though it couldn’t penetrate his Invulnerable Vajra body, the chilling sensation caused goosebumps to rise on his skin!
Simultaneously, he heard faint whispers in his ears.
Evil Spirits!
A divine light flashed in Wang Chen’s eyes as he raised his hand and cast four Exorcism Talismans toward the four cardinal directions.
Four orbs of white spiritual light exploded instantaneously, enveloping the entire tent in pure yang energy and dispelling the invading cold malevolence.
The whispers ceased.
“What’s going on?”
Li Yian, who had been sleeping nearby, woke up, clutching a magical artifact.
Wang Chen replied in a deep voice, “There are Evil Spirits.”
He leapt to his feet and swiftly stored the tent in his storage bag.
But Wang Chen wasn’t the only one who sensed something was wrong.
“Activate the formation!”
With a fierce shout, the defensive formations in the great hall erupted with countless beams of light, surging with magical energy and enveloping everyone inside.
The leader of the ferrymen, the Xu cultivator, looked furious, his hair standing on end, and a terrifying light gleamed in his eyes.
He suddenly crushed a jade talisman.
A clear stream of spiritual light spread silently, instantly engulfing every inch of the great hall.
Creak!
A grating screech pierced the air as several distorted dark shadows appeared, only to be swiftly obliterated by the spiritual light!
At that moment, everyone noticed that there were fewer people in the great hall.
The Xu cultivator drew a legal sword and charged toward the outside of the hall, shouting, “Everyone, follow me to slay the evil and eliminate the demons!”
Some cultivators followed him without hesitation, while others hesitated and remained in place.
“I’ll go take a look.”
Wang Chen grasped Li Yian’s hand and spoke in a hushed tone, "Stay here and protect yourself."
Though they were merely Halfway Partners, each seeking their own gains, deep within Wang Chen’s subconscious, Li Yian was his woman.
She was also the one he felt duty-bound to protect, even though her cultivation level was actually a tier higher than Wang Chen’s!
Li Yian’s eyes glimmered with a subtle, unspoken tenderness.
Wang Chen released his grip and, with a swift motion of Shortening the Earth, leaped ten zhang away.
Once outside, his gaze fell upon a dozen or so cultivators standing motionless in the courtyard.
These cultivators were rigid, as if their souls had been stripped away, and a swirling mass of black energy clung to their backs, creating an eerie and unsettling sight.
"Exorcise!"
Without hesitation, Wang Chen unleashed twelve Exorcism Talismans.
Simultaneously, he activated the Cave Truth Technique.
The Cave Truth Technique was an advanced spell derived from Spirit Eye, a Purple Palace-level skill, which Wang Chen had already mastered to the basic level.
This technique, combined with his divine sense, allowed him to pierce through illusions, detect malevolent spirits, and perceive the truth. At its highest level of mastery, it could reveal the true forms of all specters!
As the Cave Truth Technique took effect, Wang Chen’s vision transformed.
What clung to the backs of these cultivators were revealed to be grotesque and menacing Evil Spirits.
Each of them was at least black-level, equivalent to high-level Qi Training!
Some cultivators even had two of these spirits attached to them.
The spirits were frantically draining something from their hosts.
The twelve Exorcism Talismans Wang Chen had cast landed on the backs of four cultivators, with each receiving three talismans.
These Exorcism Talismans were more potent than ordinary ones, and before they could even make contact, they transformed into bursts of spiritual light, striking the attached Evil Spirits.
Screech!
A bone-chilling scream erupted as the four Evil Spirits were nearly obliterated, their dark forces dissolving like snow under the sun.
Immediately, the remaining Evil Spirits turned their attention to Wang Chen, surging toward him with intense hatred.
Unfazed, Wang Chen gathered his magical energy into his right palm, where the True Seal of "Exorcise" materialized in a flash.
