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Chapter 236: Mature Wicked Ghosts Need Self-Cultivation

Chapter 236: Chapter 236: Mature Wicked Ghosts Need Self-Cultivation

If Wang Zijia’s method was simply suggestive of an evil cultivator, Fourth Ghost Child’s use of Ghost Qi to drive the array was entirely akin to a wicked ghost wreaking havoc, there was absolutely no room for ambiguity.

A thick Yin Wind, coupled with the eerie scene, caused an unusual roar to echo throughout the basement, like a fierce ghost on the move.

For a moment, due to the special sacrifice and refinement of the Five Ghosts by Wang Zijia, the Blood Red Jade Album was successfully pried open by the Ghost Qi. The four ghouls turned into four talismans and were collected into the Blood Red Jade Album.

Following that, the jade album turned into a stream of light and disappeared beside Wang Zijia. The Sea of ​​Consciousness of Fourth Ghost Child, who had not participated in the making, disappeared.

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Many miles away, Jiang Mingda, who had once again completed exorcism of a place, was currently arranging the altar with a bit of nervousness, anticipation, and unease in his heart.

As he drove the Nether Corpse into the altar and completed all the arrangements, the three of them returned to the altar. They took positions forming a triangle, and began to light incense and start the invocation.

"Heavy scent complies to Qiankun, blood talisman and white bones cast the Spirit Array; a thousand-mile journey invites the God Monarch, we worship all the lords of this altar!"

"With unwavering dedication, we disciples implore, the Five Ghosts God Monarch to descend. Divine orders, urgent as law!"

With the start of their Curse Order, the array began to glow red, and a Yin Wind began to blow around it.

The Yin Wind this time was noticeably stronger and darker than the last time, all three felt the atmosphere was wrong. They felt a genuine Sinister Aura rising around them, as if an evil spirit had descended.

Even so, none of them dared move a muscle.

Then, Jiang Mingda’s body suddenly shuddered.

"Oh!"

Jiang Zhengye and Ruiwen standing right behind him widened their eyes in utter shock. They were almost shocked enough to scream out loud. Luckily, in the middle of trembling all over, they managed to cover their mouths at the last moment.

Right in front of those two, deep white ghost claws suddenly sprung from Jiang Mingda’s body. Jiang Mingda seemed to become aware of something, but he didn’t dare to move a bit, remaining frozen in place.

Under the horrified gazes of the three, four Ghost Babies crawled out from Jiang Mingda’s body and quickly reached the altar. As the Yin Wind swirled, the corpses in the altar turned into page after page of a book, grasped in the hands of the four ghosts.

Immediately following that, without any further communication, the four ghosts holding the book pages crawled back into Jiang Mingda’s body and disappeared.

Once everything calmed down, the trio remained silent and still for a long time, no words were spoken.

After a long while, Jiang Zhengye and Ruiwen exchanged glances before Jiang Zhengye said, "It seems this time only the four ghosts under the God Monarch have arrived."

"The way those four ghost spirits traveled was... quite special!" Ruiwen exclaimed.

At these words, Jiang Mingda came back to his senses a bit. After moving his completely stiff body and checking it thoroughly with no issues found, he looked at the Charm Summon. Noting that there were more than a hundred additional merits, he declared, "Let’s go to the next one!"

With that, the trio departed with a somewhat complicated mood of disappointment and relief. The reason was obviously because the expected and feared central character: the Five Ghosts God King, did not appear.

As cultivators, they had both expectations and fear of meeting these entities too often, their feelings were extremely conflicted.

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Wanyu Sect, Biyi Court’s Underground Base, inside the Sacrificial Chamber.

Once again, the Yin Wind stirred and the disappeared jade album suddenly flew out from the eyebrows of the Fourth Ghost Child, and was re-suspended over the altar in front.

As the jade album fluttered about, the four Ghost talismans flew out from within it. Big Baby handed over a few Five Ghosts Coffin Lift Pictures to Wang Zijia as if presenting a treasure. The Five Ghosts, who for the first time independently retrieved corpses, showed a flattering smile to Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia, who saw the whole process, scrutinized the Five Ghosts Coffin Lift Pictures in his hand for a while. He then nodded with a smile, "Not bad."

At these words, the flattering expressions of the Five Ghosts twitched slightly, and all of them quietly let out a sigh of relief. Particularly the almost crying Fifth Ghost Child, who had the biggest reaction, showing an expression as if he had finally been spared punishment.

"Since the five of you can indeed preside over the daily operation of the altar, as mature Nether Ghosts, you should understand that you need to take responsibility and help your master with tasks."

As Wang Zijia spoke, he pointed to the altar, "From now on, the daily collection of Nether Corpses will be your responsibility. The collected corpses can be sealed in the Corpse Pit. Once a certain number has been reached, I will come and handle it."

"After all, as a mature Nether Ghost, you need to stand on your own feet. How can you depend on others to collect your food!"

"Okay!" Big Baby nodded vigorously, as if he understood Wang Zijia’s meaning.

"Ok!" The remaining three also nodded in agreement.

"Wha?" Fifth Ghost Child looked confused, his innocent face filled with bewilderment.

His look seemed to be asking, if we are supporting ourselves, then why do we still need you?

Baffled and cute!

That’s right, Wang Zijia was currently testing the automatic response mechanism of the altar, leaving the task of corpse collection to the Five Ghosts.

In many a mythical story, many enlightened beings delegate the task of handling small affairs for their followers to a child at their side. What Wang Zijia did was nothing more than following suit.

"Alright, let’s experiment with this arrangement for now. Remember, every time you collect a corpse, you need to show up in your Ghost Baby form."

As Wang Zijia provided his last bit of instruction, his mana surged and several Five Ghosts Coffin Lift Pictures floated over the Cold Pond Pit.

"Bang bang!"

As the drawing paper exploded, polluted corpses fell one after another.

The Five Ghosts looked greedily at the food they had brought back. They watched Wang Zijia extract the most precious pollution, then threw the remaining corpses to them. All of them had no complaints and were as excited as dogs who’d just received a bone. They spread the ghost fog in excitement and began to devour the corpses.

"Hiss hiss, smack smack!"

The Sacrificial Chamber was filled with an ominous aura, strange noises echoing throughout, mysterious and evil.

"Cultivation Value Degree +12871!"

Dao Cultivation: Century (117417/500000)

After a long time, Wang Zijia, who had extracted all the pollution, looked at his Cultivation Value Degree and revealed a satisfied smile.

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The next morning, Wang Zijia got up as usual, practiced boxing and had breakfast.

"The spiritual object has been auctioned off!" Xiang Feifei suddenly mentioned during breakfast.

Wang Zijia was not surprised. Two days ago, Luo Xu had sent him an invitation asking if he would participate in the auction. He had refused, not because he wasn’t interested due to the low sophistication of the event, but because he was broke!

If he happened to spot something he liked and accidentally spent money on it, he wouldn’t have the capital for his business. He would be running an empty carriage then.

"How much did it sell for?" Wang Zijia asked expectantly.

"Eighty thousand!" Xiang Feifei replied, her voice containing a suppressed excitement.

The Xiang family, with so many members, had never had so much money in their clan treasury. The highest amount in a year, according to her grandfather, was just over forty thousand magic money.

Wang Zijia raised his eyebrows, as it was two thousand more than he had anticipated.

"Not bad!"

With that, a subconscious smile appeared on the corners of his mouth and his mood for the entire morning improved significantly.