Chapter 7

First, he took off his upper clothing and took out a kind of ointment from his backpack, applying it evenly on his body. This ointment, made primarily of hardening agents and bloodstone, could effectively resist the infiltration of ghostly qi. This was not to prevent the ghost from invading, but to slow down the process.

When a ghost invades, it first attacks the vital point of the human body—the heart. If this is breached, there would be no ghost swordsman left, only a corpse. A ghost swordsman refers to those who can at least resist such an attack.

However, this invasion also causes the ghostly qi to become extremely chaotic within the body. To make the ghostly qi distribute more evenly in the left arm, Midei first used the ointment to slow down the process, thus achieving a more uniform distribution of ghostly qi in the left arm.

Next, Midei took out a bottle of pale golden liquid and sipped a small amount, not swallowing it.

This was a soul-summoning potion made by dissolving a soul crystal into mandrake juice and then diluting it. For humans, it was a hallucinogen that could be fatal if consumed in large quantities. However, when used, it could stimulate the potential in one's consciousness, allowing a human's weak soul to surpass a powerful ghost.

Only by doing so could one better integrate with the ghost, forming a master-servant relationship that could control the ghost.

After confirming that everything was ready and the ointment had penetrated the skin, Midei took the last two ingredients—shadowline grass and fragrant rain flowers—and strode towards the small island in the center of the lake.

The water was shallow but very cold, yet Midei seemed to feel nothing as he walked through it. With each step forward, he could feel the ghostly qi around him intensify, eventually becoming tangible, like thin and sharp steel wires hanging on his body, making his skin feel an unbearable chill.

One step, then another.

Midei's feet finally left the water and stepped onto the pure white gravel.

He took a deep breath and, without hesitation, gripped the broken sword in front of him with his left hand!

Intense pain instantly spread throughout Midei's body, as if a half-melted steel sword were piercing from his left arm towards his heart!

The ointment he had prepared beforehand did indeed work, but it also amplified the pain by several dozen times—since the ghost's invasion into the flesh was greatly slowed, the pain that should have been instantaneous became a dull, continuous cutting, piercing Midei's nerves and even his soul.

Despite the winter, large beads of sweat rolled down Midei's forehead, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. However, as the ghostly qi spread like vines along his left arm towards his heart, he remained silent, only holding the mouthful of soul-summoning potion, waiting for the right moment.

Suddenly, all the pain disappeared, and the ghostly qi seemed to have calmed down, remaining still.

But Midei did not relax; instead, he instantly focused his mind to the extreme—the ghost was about to unleash a destructive blow!

An ordinary swordsman might be unaware of this situation, but for Midei, who had been reborn, this was the most critical moment. He held his breath and waited. In the next moment, the sensation in his left arm completely vanished, as if it had been severed at the root, which was the ghost's full-force attack!

At this moment, Midei immediately swallowed the soul-summoning potion. His soul and consciousness expanded, and his eyes emitted a sharp, blade-like light.

This overwhelming mental force collided head-on with the ghost's attack. The two forces fought a life-and-death battle within Midei's body, silently.

Time passed, and the effects of the soul-summoning potion gradually faded, leaving his body feeling as if it were being torn apart, with intense pain. However, Midei did not give up; he gritted his teeth and continued to tame the ghostly qi within him.

The pain was indeed excruciating, numbing his entire body and paralyzing his soul. But compared to the despair of losing his family, companions, and lover over the past twenty years, this pain was nothing.

"Respond to my call!" Midei shouted in his heart.

Finally, the ghostly qi contracted instantly, freezing like ice and solidifying in Midei's left arm.

A small bump appeared on the surface of his arm, then retracted, reappeared, and continued to expand and contract, as if there were a tiny heart inside the ghost hand. These hearts gradually increased, four, eight, sixteen, until the entire back of his hand was covered with bumps. One would retract, and another would appear, and the frequency of the pulsing increased, making Midei feel as if his left arm was about to explode.

However, the frequency of the pulsing eventually slowed down, and Midei noticed that the pulsing was gradually synchronizing with his heartbeat. Finally, a burning energy flowed from his wrist into his body, and Midei found that he had regained some sensation in his body: his left arm could move again, as flexible and free as before!

The "ghost hand" had formed!

Unlike the ghost hands of ordinary ghost swordsmen, which overflow with ghostly qi and even undergo morphological changes, making them appear sinister and terrifying, Midei's left arm looked almost normal. The only difference was that the surface of his arm was engraved with deep purple, vine-like patterns that spread until they gradually disappeared near his shoulder, with no external signs of ghostly qi.

If he wore clothes and armor, there would be no visible difference, and even the ghostly qi would be undetectable. However, within his left arm, Midei could clearly feel a powerful force lying dormant.

The patterns on the ghost hand flickered, and the surrounding magic began to gather around Midei.

This was the first magic draw of the ghost hand. After this draw, Midei would transform from an ordinary swordsman into a ghost swordsman who could sense magic. The extent of this first draw would determine Midei's potential as a ghost swordsman, so his eyes immediately showed concern.

In his previous life, despite the fusion being interrupted, the subsequent ritual still allowed Midei's ghost to elevate him by a full level, significantly improving his physical attributes, demonstrating its strength.

Now, Midei had made all the necessary preparations, and the entire fusion process was flawless. How far could it go?

Under Midei's expectant gaze, the surrounding magic surged like a tide.

A whirlwind seemed to rise out of nowhere, and the air became thick with magic. The once无形的魔法此刻变得有形，带起一阵阵强风，搅动起米狄的裤腿，发出猎猎的响声。米狄的眼中流露出震撼兼并惊喜的神情，魔法漩涡的庞大绚烂，让他感到自己渺小如蚁。整个湖面上都充斥着浓郁的魔法，景象壮阔至极。

与此同时，米狄也能清楚地感受到，自己的身体素质正在以一种空前绝后的速度提高！

力量变得越来越强横，随手一击，便能在空中打出一个带残影的气旋。

体力变得越来越充沛，心跳渐渐减慢，呼吸变得绵长无比。

对周围魔法的感知度不断提高，无论是魔法的属性，还是魔法的数量，都清晰地映照入了脑海中。

而头脑也变得明晰无比，思考的速度，反应的速度，都仿佛上了一个层次。

一瞬间，米狄发现自己已经越过了16级的巅峰，迈入了17级的门槛。这是前一世的记录，但米狄现在却能明显感到，这还远远不是自己的极限！

转瞬之间，18级也被突破了。

山洞中，冷风发出呜咽的声音，庞大的魔力量正被吸收，然后转化为米狄与鬼神的力量。

19级！

米狄激动得浑身颤抖，几乎不敢相信。从16级到19级，与鬼神的融合，竟然令自己直接提升了3个等级。不仅如此，身体素质的改变甚至还远远超过了等级的提升，根据米狄的估计，现在的自己虽然只有19级，但在绝对力量和体力上，绝对超过了一般的鬼剑士，甚至可以和转职者相提并论了。

力量增长的速度终于开始减慢，山洞中涌动的魔法终于不再聚集，渐渐消散；湖面上呼啸的狂风终于安静下来，渐渐停止。

米狄的鬼手已经再次改变了样子，那表面的纹路不再如藤蔓般散乱，而是仿佛尺规做成的精密回路，以一种螺旋的形式，细密地分布在皮肤的表面，微微散射出淡紫色的光芒。仿佛一片晦涩深奥如同深渊的法阵。

鬼神融合，终于接近完成了。

还剩下最后一步，那就是封印。

虽说米狄此刻以自身意志驯服了鬼神，但只要一个不留神，或者是进入睡眠状态，便很容易再一次成为鬼神的俘虏。鬼剑士与入侵鬼神的斗争将从其诞生的那一刻起，持续到他的死亡，是涵盖了一生的漫长过程。

所以，这时候就需要用到封印之锁了。

在断剑边，便有这么一副锁链，想必是这断剑与鬼神前一任无名却又强大无比的主人所留下的。

在前一世，这不知以何种材料制成的锁链一直陪伴着米狄，束缚着鬼神，并且在关键时刻充当了盾牌的角色，以其坚硬的材质，挡下了无数次致命的攻击。

米狄有些怀念地捡起了那沉重的锁链，锁链并不粗大，反而像是手镯一般，看上去轻而薄，唯有放在手上才能感受到那份异样的重量。

只是，少年却并没有立刻进行封印，而是点燃了特地带来的影线草与薰雨花。

在升起的袅袅烟雾中，一片片淡紫色的雾气渐渐浮现。

这是这些年来，从断剑的鬼神中逸散出来的鬼气，可以说也是这鬼神的一部分，只是由于年月太久而离开了掌控。

重生的米狄，现在事事都希望做到完美，因此自然不会漏掉这最后一份锦上添花的力量。借助着烟雾的显形，他伸出鬼手，将这一片片雾气尽数吸收入体内，确认再无遗漏。

19级的鬼剑士，而且拥有超过一般转职者的身体素质，再加上我这些年来生死战斗的经验，就算是菲娜，大概也会吓一跳吧。

米狄这样想着，终于露出了一个如释重负的微笑。

他正要涉水回到岸边，原路返回到峡谷之中时，原本平静无比的湖面，却突然起了一丝波澜。

接着，一个有着如同巨蟒般躯体的怪物，从水下浮了上来，并且发出尖锐的啸叫声。

“戮蛊虫！这家伙，恐怕有40级！”在看清那怪物真相的瞬间，米狄的瞳孔，在一瞬间收缩。

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In the rising smoke, a pale purple mist gradually appeared.

This was the ghostly qi that had escaped from the ghost in the broken sword over the years, a part of the ghost itself, but which had long since lost control due to the passage of time.

Reborn Midei, who now aimed for perfection in everything, naturally would not overlook this final touch of strength. Using the smoke to make it visible, he extended his ghost hand and absorbed all the mist into his body, ensuring nothing was left behind.

A 19th-level ghost swordsman, with physical attributes surpassing those of ordinary job changers, and the combat experience accumulated over the years, even Fina would be shocked, Midei thought, finally letting out a relieved smile.

Just as he was about to wade back to the shore and return to the canyon, the previously calm lake surface suddenly rippled.

Then, a monster with a body like a giant python emerged from the water, emitting a sharp, piercing cry.

"Bloodworm! This thing must be around level 40!" In the instant he recognized the monster, Midei's pupils contracted sharply.