Chapter 6

The Qi-eating ghost appeared, floating and flickering, like a figure made of smoke.

On his second day at the Tingtian Supervision, Wang Qilin encountered a ghost in reality!

Xu Da shouted, "Seventh, run!"

He tried to pull away the offering table and open the door to escape, but the table seemed to be welded to the door. Despite his incredible strength, he could only make the wooden door shake, unable to push the table away.

Wang Qilin also wanted to run, but the various techniques of the newly learned *Taiyin Duanhun Dao* (Great Yin Soul-Cutting Saber) automatically flashed through his mind at lightning speed—

Then the urge to draw his saber burst forth!

Follow the heart!

Draw the saber!

The saber shadow flashed, and he held the saber with both hands like a fierce tiger out of the gate, bringing a cold and sharp light to bear as he slashed forward.

Unstoppable!

Determined to fight to the death!

Run?

Where to run!

The *Taiyin Duanhun Dao* is a divine saber for night battles. One slash, ten decisive strikes; the swift saber cuts through, and a thousand troops scatter!

The Qi-eating ghost couldn't avoid the slash and was hit, emitting a strange red mist, just like a person would spray blood when cut by a knife.

With one slash, Wang Qilin felt as if he had hit ice. The sharp blade penetrated three inches before being blocked, and a chilling cold spread up his arm along the blade.

The Qi-eating ghost's counterattack was extremely fast, and another arm made of black smoke reached out to grab his forehead.

In a split second, Wang Qilin drew his saber and turned, but did not retreat. The saber light flickered like fireflies, bringing a strong wind that swept through the secret room.

Battle all directions at night!

The dense saber shadows were continuous, like the rolling waters of a great river. The ghost's arm, which had reached out, was instantly slashed dozens of times, causing the hazy black mist to roll and continuously emit red mist!

The Qi-eating ghost seemed to have no physical form, but Wang Qilin knew it did, as he could feel each slash hitting ice.

As always, hard!

As always, cold!

He swung the swift saber without hesitation, chopping at the Qi-eating ghost. A cloud of darkness dispersed, and a few rays of moonlight shone through the window.

The silver moonlight illuminated the saber, and instantly, a cold and icy glow flowed along the sharp blade.

It didn't have overwhelming momentum, only the resilience that even gods and buddhas couldn't stop. The saber light shone in the small shrine, continuously entangling the Qi-eating ghost, leaving it no place to hide or escape.

The sharp blade pierced the ghost's body, and a sharp ringing sound echoed!

Like cutting steel!

At this moment, in the secret room, only the saber could be seen, not the person. The swift saber was continuous and unending, chopping the ghost like cutting melons and vegetables!

The Qi-eating ghost couldn't resist and tried to escape.

But it couldn't escape!

The saber technique was executed to the end, and the Qi-eating ghost was forced into a corner.

The lights of a thousand households lit up, and the final slash was delivered.

This final slash gathered all his current understanding of saber techniques. The light of the great yin enveloped his entire body, and as the long saber fell, his spirit and energy boiled, as if something was about to surge out of his body!

The Qi-eating ghost sensed the danger and tried to transform to escape.

Wang Qilin, enraged, swung his saber, and the surging blood and qi rushed to his throat, turning into a roar:

"Where are you going, demon!"

With a loud "bang," the new saber struck the ghost's head and broke into two pieces.

The Qi-eating ghost, like a tree stump under an axe, split open with a loud noise, losing its human form and turning into a twisted red smoke column.

The yin energy in the secret room dissipated.

The Creation Furnace reappeared, rotating and flying out, sucking the red smoke column inside.

Thus, the Creation Furnace had red flames again.

Recalling what Du Cao said yesterday about slaying a ghost, Wang Qilin understood that this red smoke column was what ghosts turned into when killed. He didn't know what it was, but it could undoubtedly be used by the Creation Furnace.

The Qi-eating ghost was slain, and the secret room became quiet.

Xu Da, leaning on the offering table, was dumbfounded.

Wang Qilin said, "There should be applause here!"

Xu Da was startled awake and jumped up, shouting, "Was that you? Was that you?"

Wang Qilin calmly replied, "Not me, it was the saber god Li Liushui."

Xu Da said, "You're lying, it was clearly you!"

Wang Qilin, in a bad mood, said, "You know it was me, so why ask? Open the door!"

Xu Da, instinctively wanting to glare and act tough, immediately became obedient and cute when he remembered Wang Qilin's divine saber technique: "Boss, this way."

Leaving the mortuary, Wang Qilin looked up at the night sky.

The bright moon rose over the Tian Mountains, amidst the vast sea of clouds.

Swift saber cutting the ghost, what a joy, what a joy!

It was late, and after the battle, he felt weak all over. So, the two of them didn't travel back to the inn at night but slept in the clinic.

The *Taiyin Duanhun Dao* is a divine saber. Without inner strength, he was already hardy to have completed the entire set of techniques without exhausting himself.

In the morning.

The clinic door creaked open, and Zhang Changgeng and his family members peeked in.

Seeing them, Wang Qilin was furious: "Come here, all of you!"

After killing a ghost last night, he felt a sudden aura of power and authority.

Seeing that he and Xu Da were safe, the Zhang family was greatly relieved.

Zhang Changgeng, excited, called out, "The two lords are truly mighty! Was the ghost subdued?"

"It has been slain," Xu Da said proudly.

He couldn't kill the ghost, but he was the best at showing off.

The Zhang family was grateful. Wang Qilin grabbed Zhang Yuning and shouted, "You almost got me killed! What did you tell me yesterday?"

Zhang Yuning, who was still excited, was suddenly stunned: "Lord Wang, what did I say?"

"You said no one died last night!"

Zhang Yuning, looking innocent, said, "Yes, last night..."

He suddenly turned to Zhang Changgeng: "Grandfather, didn't Yuhu go to the temple to find the Zen master?"

Zhang Changgeng's face darkened, and he said, "He was killed by the evil ghost at midnight yesterday. I knew you two were close, and I was afraid you might do something foolish..."

Zhang Yuning, held by Wang Qilin, felt his legs give out and fell to the ground, weeping.

Seeing that he wasn't faking, Wang Qilin let go and didn't hold him responsible.

He then turned to Zhang Changgeng, dissatisfied, and asked, "Your grandson was killed by the ghost last night. Why didn't you tell us?"

Zhang Changgeng carefully replied, "No one asked me."

Wang Qilin, angry, was about to leave, but Zhang Changgeng, seeing their displeasure, presented a brocade box.

The box lid opened, and a medicinal fragrance wafted out. Inside were two thumb-sized, withered-looking pills.

Zhang Changgeng clasped his hands and said, "The two lords, not only did you solve a big problem for our clinic, but you also avenged my grandson. I have nothing to offer in return, so I can only give each of you a great tonifying pill."

Xu Da was surprised: "Nine-herb great tonifying pill? The legendary imperial tonifying medicine?"

Zhang Changgeng nodded and said, "Yes, our family's ancestors really served in the imperial court, but not as imperial physicians, but as pharmacists. The nine-herb great tonifying pill is made from a secret recipe passed down from our ancestors, using nine high-quality herbs such as ginseng, ambergris, polygonum, and snow lotus. After taking it, it can invigorate the blood, resolve stasis, tonify qi, and strengthen yang, with countless benefits!"

Xu Da and Wang Qilin exchanged a glance and quickly took the pills.

The benefits of tonifying qi and strengthening yang were secondary; what they valued was the ability to invigorate the blood and resolve stasis.

After all, working at the Tingtian Supervision often involved injuries.

Back at the inn, Du Cao was not there, so Wang Qilin returned to his room and wanted to take out the nine-herb great tonifying pill to store it, but he couldn't find it!

This time, he had experience, so he immediately sat cross-legged and entered his mind's sea to find the Creation Furnace.

Sure enough, the Creation Furnace was boiling with flames, and a white pill was slowly rolling at the furnace's mouth.

The pill, once refined, automatically fell in front of him. This time, the pill was larger, pure white, and had four small characters: "Heavenly Official's Blessing."

The strong herbal fragrance turned into a fresh, woody scent. Wang Qilin thought for a moment and put it in his mouth.

The large pill, upon touching his saliva, began to dissolve.

As he swallowed, a warm current flowed from his mouth to his dantian, and from there, it spread throughout his body.

Ah ha?

Oh oh!

Oh wow!!

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