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Han Ye, watching the female ghost disperse, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The task was finally complete.

The Spirit Stones were now secured.

He touched his own face, murmuring to himself.

“Have I become a seducer of young women?”

Although the level of his ‘Wei Wu Legacy’ attribute wasn’t high, it had inadvertently helped him accomplish many things.

Tushan Qingli, seeing that the female ghost had truly dispersed, was completely dumbfounded.

“Is… is it over?”

But why?

Han Ye stretched lazily, reclined back in his chair rubbing his temples, “Although there are still many unresolved doubts about this case, the task is completed nonetheless, so it’s not my problem anymore.”

“Master, please purchase a soul nurturing device. I will no longer take refuge in your body,” said Tushan Qingli.

“Understood.”

Han Ye replied, finding it strange.

Why hadn’t Chu Xianyu sensed the disturbance earlier?

It didn’t make sense.

Their agreement was to come forward at the slightest signs of disturbance.

The female ghost had been dealt with but Chu Xianyu hadn’t shown up yet?

Han Ye, perplexed, got up to walk into the mansion’s long corridor, knocking on the door.

“Miss Chu, are you inside?”

He asked outside the door.

However, the room remained silent with no response for a long time.

“Master, you’re talking about the girl wearing a white dress, aren’t you?”

“It’s her.”

Han Ye frowned, forcibly pushing the door open and storming inside, only to find the room empty.

A bedspread lay scattered on the bed, the window wide open. The moonlight streamed in through the eaves, casting its glow onto the floor. He spotted a half-eaten wooden stick on the ground, still covered with molasses.

Tushan Qingli sniffed the air and said solemnly,

“Master, there is a heavy Yin aura in this room.”

Narrowing his eyes, Han Ye was struck by a terrible premonition.

Deep into the night, every household had their doors and windows tightly shut. Chu Xianyu walked alone in the dark alleys, her emerald green sword in hand.

With her erect posture and swirling sword aura, no one dared to approach her.

Her countenance solemn, she inspected every corner.

Earlier, she’d been peacefully lying on her bed, cultivating and resting her eyes.

Although Cultivators didn’t need prolonged sleep, cultivation was an essential replacement. However, she hadn’t been resting long before she heard sobs coming from outside the window.

Immediately jumping to her feet, she witnessed traces of the female ghost outside her window.

Hence, she swiftly climbed out of the window, and hastily pursued, determined to eradicate the female ghost.

But in the blink of an eye, the female ghost had disappeared, while the crying continued intermittently.

Curious to locate the source of the crying, she followed the sobs to this place.

Chu Xianyu, drawn by the cries, ventured deep into the alley, finally discovering its origin.

A pigtailed young girl, her back against Chu Xianyu, sat crying in the corner.

The female ghost had vanished without a trace.

The presence of a young girl in the eerie midnight hour was too baffling; thus, she didn’t rashly move forward. Instead, she unsheathed her sword and lashed out without holding back.

“A trespasser in the middle of the night, seeking her own death.”

With a mighty sweep of her sword, the little girl immediately turned into countless tendrils of black fog, scattering in all directions.

The next instant, the black fog regrouped, standing atop the alley walls.

Where the sword qi fell, it left a pit three to four meters deep.

She finally saw the face of the little girl, a pair of terribly black pupils, blue-black veins throbbing visibly on her cheeks, making her extremely ugly and indifferently cold.

“Ding-ding!”

A clear bell rang in her mind, as if it was striking her soul.

This made her startle.

But in the blink of an eye, she awakened. Such a bizarre illusion held no sway over her!

In half a breath’s time, thick black fog emanated from the ground, and seven or eight bony, pale, and unclean ghost hands emerged from the earth, grabbing her ankles, arms, wrists, and body.

They began to drag her directly to the underworld.

One ghost hand even reached for her face!

“Break!”

Upon seeing this, Chu Xianyu promptly raised her sword, and from it flew out a burst of green sword qi, scattering in all directions, severing all the ghost hands.

However, at that moment, she felt a chill down her spine as though someone was pinning her to the ground.

In the space invisible to her, a ghost girl in white was mounting her, the ghost’s pale hand choking her neck.

“Protector of Ziqi Sword, first style, true chastisement.”

The sword’s edge hummed, and a wave of sword intent swept through, the dark aura on her back was directly shaken off and the ghost girl disappeared.

But before it faded, the ghost girl pulled off her veil.

The face of Chu Xianyu was exposed in the air, her brows furrowed, her face showed panic, she reached out to pick it up, but the veil was grabbed away by a big hand formed of black energy.

Her body, raised by sword qi, fell back to the ground, her strength much diminished compared to before. The hand that supported the sword was trying her best to stay calm.

With a firm gaze, she looked at the cluster of ghostly mist coiled above, and couldn’t help but ask in a deep voice:

“Who are you exactly? Evidently, you’re also the one behind Lady Chen’s demise, right?”

Facing these ghostly creatures, she couldn’t help but feel worried.

No wonder Han Ye said that this mission was suspicious. Lady Chen, who wasn’t supposed to form a grudge, had formed one so early.

It turned out that there was a demon cultivator causing mischief behind the scenes.

“Hehe, the disciples of the Dragon Sparrow Sect are so formidable, even the hate-filled ghosts that I created are easily dealt with by you, which is really out of my expectation.” A harsh and unpleasant voice came from the alley.

A figure clothed in black robe, wearing a hood, and holding a flag in his right hand, emerged from the darkness, his voice sounding very familiar.

A plump middle-aged face appeared in front of her, showing excitement, cruelty, and sleazy smile.

“Liu Fugui, it’s you!”

Chu Xianyu widened her eyes, looking at the figure in front of her, rather taken aback.

It was the head manservant from the Yamen, Liu Fugui.

She could not discern Liu Fugui’s level of cultivation, indicating that he was more powerful than her.

Liu Fugui licked his lips, looking at Chu Xianyu, alone, he inhaled the scent on the veil, giggling:

“Such fair skin, such a beautiful lady, I’ve never seen a woman with such snowy skin and such a good figure in this life.”

“Liu Fugui, you despicable demon cultivator.”

Chu Xianyu spoke in an icy tone.

“Hahaha!”

Liu Fugui burst into a hearty laugh, his face squirming, turning into a strange old face, and laughed: “Who is Liu Fugui, take a good look at who I am.”

“I didn’t expect that the commission would attract two disciples from the Dragon Sparrow Sect. I wasn’t planning to mess with you, after all, the Dragon Sparrow Sect is prospering in Qingyun State and it’s not easy to provoke.”

“But…” Liu Fugui revealed a salacious smile, drool dripping from his mouth: “The aura on you really fascinates me, a natural Sunflower Water Yin Body, the perfect main soul for my Soul Suppressing Banner!”

“With you here, my strength is sure to skyrocket!”

Upon seeing the Soul Suppressing Banner in his hand, Chu Xianyu seemed to understand something and asked: “So you killed Lady Chen too!”

“You cruel and disgusting man!”

“Liu Fugui sneered: “You destroyed my treasures, yet you still dare to talk big.

You truly don’t know when to quit.”

“I promised her she could stay with her husband forever. I never expected she would be exorcised by a novice monk in the middle of the process.”

“It really pisses me off!”