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Chapter 215 - 176: Scar-faced Ghost of the 36 Loose Cultivators_2

Chapter 215: Chapter 176: Scar-faced Ghost of the 36 Loose Cultivators_2

"Sit down, don’t be so formal. I’m not particular about these things," said Brother Dao, sprawling on the lounge chair, feeling utterly comfortable.

Xiu’Er immediately came forward to pour the tea.

The scar-faced ghost looked noticeably troubled, not glancing around, and sat directly at the table, gulping down the tea in one go.

Just as he was about to speak, he faltered.

Because he never expected the tea to be brewed with Spirit Water?

He was delighted at this; Spirit Water might not be as precious and rare as he had imagined?

Brother Dao leisurely sipped his tea, wondering to himself why this guy wasn’t afraid of getting burned. Drinking like that, is there any taste?

Soon, the scar-faced ghost recovered.

He said slowly, "Brother Dao, the reason I’m here this time is to join you, to become a member of Little Knife Studio."

Brother Dao was stunned; the Thirty-six Loose Cultivators, aside from a few freaks, had refused even the generous offers from the Four Great Guilds.

Who am I to deserve this?

"Why?" asked Brother Dao.

After all, the contract of Little Knife Studio is notoriously strict; players from the higher levels are unwilling to join unless they have nothing to lose besides their lives.

"Half-Spirit Water!" The scar-faced ghost was very straightforward.

Brother Dao was taken aback, faintly guessing something.

"Heavenly Level, one pound per month." The scar-faced ghost continued.

Brother Dao did not speak; would the brothers be satisfied if they hear about a monthly spirit stone as a salary? Are they really treating me like a big spender?

Seeing Brother Dao didn’t respond, the scar-faced ghost actually sighed in relief; this person should be able to afford it; otherwise, there’s no point in talking.

Then he said slowly, "Brother Dao, it’s not that I’m asking too much. First, I need a minimum of one pound of Heavenly Level Spirit Water per month, and secondly, I’m worth this price."

"I’m not one of those major powers; I don’t need a fighter," Brother Dao shook his head.

Being able to kill an Immortal Master is impressive, but if you’re an NPC with 100% loyalty, it’s acceptable, but you’re just a player and not even a beauty.

Monthly Spirit Water worth a spirit stone? I have it, but I’m not giving it to you for free, simply because it would be unsatisfactory.

It seemed everything was within the scar-faced ghost’s expectations. He spoke slowly, "Since I dare to come, I have my capital; I’m not selling my combat power, and I joined Little Knife Studio after researching the rules. Although the contract is strict, it’s mainly to prevent betrayal, with few actual restrictions; otherwise, I wouldn’t have joined. Additionally, I require the cancellation of compulsory tasks upon joining; I don’t need to complete compulsory tasks while still receiving Spirit Water monthly."

Brother Dao said nothing, just waited.

The scar-faced ghost did not hold back either and spoke directly, "Back then, our group accidentally obtained a bone-made token in a desolate village. After extensive inquiries, it was likely the site of a hidden small sect.

Ghost-Exorcising Sect.

We then treated it as a treasure hunt.

"At that time, all of us brothers had reached Level 80 within less than a year after leaving the Newbie Area, naturally wanting to explore. Following the token, we found the location; it was a graveyard.

Upon entering the underground, we found a stone gate that could only be opened with the token.

Just as the gate was opened, a phantom emerged from behind and directly took over the body of the brother who opened the door.

He screamed in agony, rolling painfully on the ground as his body visibly aged rapidly.

Some companions exclaimed and fled, while others tried to hold him down and feed him medicine.

But none of it worked.

I was dumbstruck at the time because I was the second in line, and as I realized what happened, my mind flashed to the direction of the phantom as the door opened.

Instinctively, I looked there and saw a dry skeleton, its hand tightly gripping a small black flag.

It seemed, I felt that the phantom emerged from here.

Instinctively, I rushed up, grabbed the flag, and tore it apart.

This action caused the phantom to fly out of my companion’s body and charge at me.

Panic-stricken, I took the intact small flag and smashed it to the ground, ignoring the bleeding from my hand.

The flag was not smashed, and the phantom had already flown in, entering my body.

I could distinctly feel the thing absorbing my blood inside me.

It wasn’t powerful.

At the time, I developed a faint sensing with this small flag.

A drop of my Life Essence Blood, which I once refined, instinctively sprayed onto the flag.

Our actions seemed to disturb something, causing more phantoms to fly from afar.

I saw more dry bones in the distance, seemingly grasping many of these black flags in their hands.

Soon, all my companions were possessed by phantoms.

Watching them age rapidly and die one by one, I was frightened and ran away in horror.

Luckily, I survived, their Soul Fragments automatically attached to me, carried away by me.

Later when I plucked up the courage to return, the stone gate had closed once more, with the iron token still inserted there.

And that phantom? It was a Yin Soul, a ghost on the brink of disappearing.

That place definitely, definitely has treasures, not just one or two pieces.

But I’m just a mortal; I can’t fully control the Low-grade Magical Artifact, the Ten Souls Banner, to eliminate it.

Though I did my best to suppress it with the Low-grade Magical Artifact, it still relies on absorbing my Essence Blood, increasing in Level.

When its Level surpasses mine, it will devour my soul; fearing that by then, I might not survive even in reality.

"A very exciting story!" Brother Dao took a sip of tea, finding it quite enjoyable to listen to.

As a result, the scar-faced ghost immediately drew out a small black flag, its surface writhing with a black ghost head, as if alive.

Ten Souls Banner: Low-grade Magical Artifact: Attribute: Yin, Mana Energy: 30%, additional Skills: Ghost Control. 1|10. Divine Techniques: Blood Sacrifice, Master Devourer, Recognized Master.

Yin Soul: Level 85.

Hint: Recognized Master through Blood Sacrifice.

Warning???

Clearly, the scar-faced ghost was hiding some information, so not everything he said might be true.

However, Brother Dao didn’t care about these things.

"So, are you planning to offer this Low-grade Magical Artifact?" Brother Dao asked leisurely.

The scar-faced ghost smiled bitterly, "If that were possible, it would be great. But once recognized by Blood Sacrifice, the banner cannot change its master. Even death can’t free me; otherwise, I’d be eager to get rid of it."

Seeing Brother Dao’s cool demeanor, impossible to guess his thoughts, the scar-faced ghost felt a mix of emotions, smiled bitterly, and said, "I offer the token that can open the special stone gate. If Brother Dao agrees to my terms, I would also provide detailed information about the place."

"It’s dangerous there, but it might be a treasure, and Spirit Water can suppress it."

"Okay." Brother Dao didn’t bother to see through a person’s heart or guess the truth. Just granting a spot, he directly engaged the Little Knife Studio (squad) contract, made some modifications, and sent it over.

It wasn’t much to him, as there were plenty of spots available.

The changes were just about the monthly wage becoming a drop of Celestial Level Half-Spirit Liquid, cancellation of compulsory tasks, while also recording the critical points the scar-faced ghost mentioned. If it’s verified as false, the contract becomes void.

The scar-faced ghost smiled bitterly when he saw it, hesitated for a moment, did not sign, and began to modify it.

He had indeed seen more skeletons, but hadn’t seen if there were more such black flags.

There were no other changes.

So he modified this point, seeming a little nervous.

"Without seeing the black flags, your value significantly decreases. Besides, it’s so dangerous there, am I really getting value for paying so much?" Brother Dao pretended to hesitate.

Sure enough, the scar-faced ghost grew even more nervous and quickly said, "Absolutely worth it. It might be the ruins of a Cultivation Sect, and compulsory tasks can exist. It’s not that I’m unwilling to contribute, but I have unspeakable reasons. Tasks cannot be outside the coverage of Celestial Net, and if I die, compensation of ten pounds of Celestial Level Half-Spirit Liquid is needed to recover."

Brother Dao didn’t respond but modified the contract and sent it over.

The nervous scar-faced ghost checked it again, and saw that the compulsory tasks and compensation he just mentioned were added, along with the ability to view his own attributes at any time.

The scar-faced ghost smiled wryly, understanding that the other party was dissatisfied with him hiding something.

This way, he’s completely exposed, especially his weakness, but does he have a choice now?

He had been searching for so long, unable to find anything that could restrain that Yin Soul, not due to lack of information but because he couldn’t obtain it.