Chapter 78

Zhu Lingwu watched from a distance as his only magical artifact fell into the hands of Old Stone. He was indeed somewhat worried.

According to the memories of Meng Yishi, Zhu Lingwu knew that although ghostly magical artifacts like this had inevitable flaws, they also had their unique value. They were neither the best nor the worst, but they were still capable of growth. If Old Stone really took a liking to it, what could he do?

To wait for himself to reforge it, given his current innate spiritual meridian qualifications, he really didn't know when that would be.

The Old Crane and the ancestor called Little White, who were also with Old Stone, released their divine senses to examine the Xuanming Ghost Refining Flask. Although they were not experts in artifact refinement, they were not completely ignorant.

However, from the surface, the Xuanming Ghost Refining Flask didn't seem particularly special. It only looked like an ordinary storage artifact, except for the cold, dead aura contained in the skull-like lid, indicating that it was a sinister magical artifact.

So they could only wait to see what Old Stone had to say. After all, Old Stone specialized in this area, and the Xuanming Ghost Refining Flask, no matter how it was looked at, was only a low-level magical artifact. He should be able to discern its subtleties.

Old Stone first carefully examined the Xuanming Ghost Refining Flask in his hands, naturally using his divine sense to investigate. Then he directly opened the lid.

Soon, a thick cloud of deathly aura, accompanied by a pale green ghostly flame, spewed out from the Xuanming Ghost Refining Flask. As the space at the mouth of the flask rippled slightly, the five Xuanming Ghost Heads flew out one after another.

As soon as they emerged from the Xuanming Ghost Refining Flask, they seemed somewhat bewildered, circling in the air. Inside the pale green, glowing skull heads, the two impermanent ghosts, the main and the secondary, looked out through the black, hollow eyes of the skull heads.

The two impermanent ghosts, one main and one secondary, were the main soul of the Xuanming Ghost Head and the secondary soul hidden within the Xuanming Ghost Claws they released, respectively.

The five Xuanming Ghost Heads, with ten impermanent ghosts, transformed into two pale green ghostly flames, like ten eyes, observing the surroundings through the black, hollow eye sockets of the skull heads as they circled and flew.

Old Stone, who now held the Xuanming Ghost Refining Flask, was not its master and could not issue commands to them through the flask. Zhu Lingwu, who did not have the flask in his hands, was not considered their master either.

There was no choice. Zhu Lingwu had only勉强 used the blood refinement technique to make the Xuanming Ghost Refining Flask his, but he had not yet completely subdued the ten impermanent ghosts within the five Xuanming Ghost Heads.

So for Zhu Lingwu, the Xuanming Ghost Refining Flask was like a command token, allowing him to command the Xuanming Ghost Heads. But once the token was no longer in his hands, Zhu Lingwu naturally could not command the Xuanming Ghost Heads.

According to the description in Meng Yishi's memories, to truly control such a Xuanming Ghost Refining Flask, it had to be reforged using the Xuanming Sect's method.

By thoroughly subduing the ten impermanent ghosts through the Xuanming Ghost Refining Flask, they could be turned into ghost servants. However, this required Zhu Lingwu to have at least the third level of Qi Condensation, which was still a distant goal for him.

This created a situation where the five Xuanming Ghost Heads were now uncontrolled.

Before long, the five Xuanming Ghost Heads seemed to understand their current predicament. A mournful wailing sound suddenly erupted from within the skull heads.

A thick cloud of ghostly aura burst forth from the five skull heads, and they suddenly lunged at Zhu Lingwu, Old Crane, Old Stone, and the ancestor called Little White.

Two of the Xuanming Ghost Heads actually headed straight for Zhu Lingwu, as if they still remembered the grudge of Zhu Lingwu killing Meng Yishi.

In an instant, a thick cloud of ghostly aura spread out in the ancestral hall's small courtyard, forming a cold, ghostly mist that concealed the skeletal bodies of the five Xuanming Ghost Heads.

Using the ghostly aura as cover, it made it impossible to know from where they would attack. They had clearly seen that Old Stone, Old Crane, and the others were extraordinary, so they immediately unleashed all their means.

Under the cover of the thick ghostly mist, five Xuanming Ghost Claws emerged from the mouths of the five Xuanming Ghost Heads, each about ten centimeters long, like sharp blades. They were like five colorful venomous snakes, silently hiding in the ghostly mist, lunging at Old Stone and the others.

This sudden change naturally caught Zhu Lingwu and the three cultivators who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage off guard. They hadn't expected the five Xuanming Ghost Heads to attack them at this moment.

The three Foundation Establishment cultivators, however, seemed to have their own thoughts. Zhu Lingwu's eyebrows twitched, and he quickly understood the intentions of the five Xuanming Ghost Heads.

They were trying to take advantage of the situation to kill their master and escape Zhu Lingwu's control. If they could kill Zhu Lingwu now and take back the Xuanming Ghost Refining Flask from Old Stone, they would be like genies escaping from Aladdin's lamp, gaining a chance to be free and no longer controlled by anyone.

This was their best opportunity.

They had to kill Zhu Lingwu, take back the Xuanming Ghost Refining Flask, and then they could choose to walk the path of ghost cultivation or hide somewhere to survive. In any case, they would be free.

Fortunately, the people standing beside him were all cultivators who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage. So Zhu Lingwu stood calmly, seeing this as an opportunity to observe the strength of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The three ancestors, seeing Zhu Lingwu's calmness, couldn't help but show a hint of admiration in their eyes. They didn't take the situation seriously.

As the ghostly mist spread towards them, the ancestor called Little White casually waved his hand, and a white light flew out from his hand, forming a light curtain that enveloped the ghostly mist.

Soon, the light curtain seemed to turn into a water curtain, enveloping the ghostly mist. As the water curtain enveloped the ghostly mist, the ghostly mist was like being enveloped by a wave of water.

This scene was quite interesting, as if a layer of water skin had been applied to the outside of the ghostly mist, and then the ghostly mist was compressed back.

As a result, the five Xuanming Ghost Claws, formed from the five elemental forces, like five long, slender ghostly claws, were revealed.

They emerged from the water curtain released by the ancestor called Little White and continued to lunge at the three ancestors, fighting desperately.

"Hmm, some small tricks, but just tricks! Go!"

Old Crane, seeing the five Xuanming Ghost Claws with their tails entangled, couldn't help but say. Then he waved his sleeve at the five Xuanming Ghost Claws.

Five yellow paper cranes immediately flew out from his sleeve. The paper cranes glowed, and they burned in the air, transforming into five ghostly white cranes that lunged at the five Xuanming Ghost Claws.

The Xuanming Ghost Claws, which Zhu Lingwu had once found difficult to deal with, were completely powerless against the ghostly white cranes. Under the pecking and clawing of the white cranes, they lost their original ferocity and power...