Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 886 - 95 The Path of the Resentful Soul [Combined into One]_2

Chapter 886: Chapter 95 The Path of the Resentful Soul [Combined into One]_2

"Stop!" Lin Bei suddenly shouted, flying over and pointing with his fingers, immediately subduing the two ghosts.

With his cultivation at the Sixth Realm, dealing with such soul wandering ghosts was too easy. It was also a rare opportunity for him to perform in front of Chu Liang.

Chu Liang glared at the two faint ghosts and asked, "Where are you from?"

"Ah... ah..." The ghosts tried to shout but could not utter a word and seemed not to understand his question.

"Their godly souls are too fragmented, sustained only by resentment, devoid of any spiritual intelligence," said Ye Yongxing. "I can try to deduce something from this, but it might not be very detailed."

"I actually have a method," Chu Liang thought for a moment and took out a jade box.

Upon opening the jade box, there was a crystal-clear, silver-white spirit plant inside. The two ghosts, smelling a trace of its scent, immediately showed a greedy look.

"Light Concentrated Treasured Leaf?" Ye Yongxing recognized the item. "That’s a top-tier treasure medicine for repairing injuries to the godly soul, you... you’re going to feed them that?"

His speech began to tremble, clearly astonished. As he spoke, he guessed Chu Liang’s intention.

Feeding the spirit plant to these resentful souls would help them regather their godly souls, and naturally, their spiritual intelligence would also recover.

It’s just asking for directions, is it worth using such a precious spirit plant? After all, so many people yearn for it!

Chu Liang had many treasures to replenish the godly soul on him, all prepared when he was with Old Fei initially. Later, he lay in the Black Dragon Secret Realm for six years, and Old Fei almost starved to death inside the bottle. After coming out, Chu Liang left Old Fei at Silver Sword Peak to peacefully cultivate.

Now, with his level of cultivation, Old Fei was at most a pet and hardly helpful. The old man now spent his days at Red Cotton Peak courting Dream Soul Lady, seemingly intent on a passionate May-December romance.

However, what Ye Yongxing didn’t know was that Chu Liang had given much more to Immortal Wulou, so he certainly wouldn’t feel the pinch now.

Chu Liang gave the spirit plant to one of the resentful souls, who frantically crunched it a few times before swallowing it. In just a moment, its form became more solid, and its eyes brightened significantly.

"Where are you from?" Chu Liang tried asking again.

The resentful soul, upon hearing this, still had a blank look in its eyes and replied, "Ah... ah... "

Seeing this, Chu Liang took out an elixir.

"Soul Nine Palace Pill?" Ye Yongxing recognized it again, his face twitching slightly.

As a fellow Chief of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect, he watched Chu Liang nonchalantly pulling out these treasures, feeling slightly breathless. It’s not that he couldn’t obtain them, but it depended on where they were used.

Feeding a random ghost by the roadside like this was a bit too extravagant.

The resentful soul crunched the treasure medicine and swallowed it. Now its figure had solidified almost to the point of tangibility, and its gaze had cleared significantly. It could be seen that he appeared as a middle-aged scholar in a green robe, lean and with a face bearing the marks of life.

Chu Liang asked again, "Where are you from?"

Finally, the ghost steadied its gaze, then raised its eyes and spoke again, "Ah... ah..."

"Forget it," Chu Liang shook his head and pulled out the Demon-slaying Sword, "It seems these two resentful souls can’t communicate; keeping them would just be trouble, better to just kill them off."

"Hey, no, no!" the scholar ghost hurriedly waved his hands and pleaded loudly, "Exalted Immortal Masters, please spare my life; my spouse and I died tragically and have lingered because of our lingering attachments, never engaging in acts against the heaven or reason, please spare us."

"You ate my precious treasures without answering my question..." Chu Liang’s gaze turned fierce, with a shadow of a demon looming behind him, "Isn’t that against heaven and reason?!"

...

After that night, Ye Yongxing learned something.

You can take Chu Liang’s money, but you must get things done. If the money spent, even a single copper coin, could make him turn into a demon.

Just now, Chu Liang’s appearance had almost dissipated the resentful ghost in fright.

To scare even a ghost to death, one can only imagine how terrifying it was.

The resentful ghost, who initially wanted to deceive others for food and drink, immediately became honest and then recounted its origins.

"My spouse and I are from Yu Capital City, and we were bringing our daughter back to visit her grandparents. However, as we passed through Ling Guan Town, the local residents murdered us."

Although the scholar ghost was full of resentment, its speech was still logical, showing that it had been a person of gentle nature before death.

"Although we both died tragically, our four-year-old daughter fell into the hands of the thieves, and we naturally could not reconcile to such a reincarnation. Unknowingly, a breath of resentment lingered in my mind, thus giving rise to this form. In a daze two days ago, knowing I couldn’t just dissipate, I moved towards the valley ahead to absorb the moonlight and condense my soul body. When daylight arrived, I hid from the sun in a burrow in the wilderness."

Hearing his story, the three of them understood why Cypress Moon Valley had no visitors; they must have been scared off by the haunting a few days ago. And this couple probably hadn’t really harmed anyone.

After all, they had no cultivation in life, and even if they had wanted to harm someone after death, they would have been powerless to do so. Even a bit of sunlight could cause their form to dissipate now; they would fear any robust man with a strong yang energy just as much. Only weaker women or young children might be possessed by them, but such people would not venture into this desolate wilderness.

"I will go to Ling Guan Town to take a look, and if what you’ve said is true, then I can help you," Chu Liang said.

"Ah?" The scholar ghost was overjoyed, "Immortal Master, if you go to Ling Guan Town, can you help rescue my daughter?"

"That is natural," Chu Liang nodded.

"Thank you, Immortal Master! Thank you so much!" the scholar ghost wanted to kneel down with his wife, but the other resentful soul still lacked spiritual intelligence and didn’t comprehend what was happening.

"There’s no need for such formalities," Chu Liang waved his sleeve, first storing the two resentful ghosts in a Treasure Vase. It was also protective for them to keep them contained, as wandering outside was depleting their soul power.

"Ling Guan Town," Ye Yongxing said, "That’s probably the path the resentful soul took when it came!"

"Hmm, let’s take a look," Chu Liang also said.

The journey wasn’t far, and the three of them didn’t need to make a grand gesture, so they just moved forward on the wind, and within moments, they arrived outside a bustling town built against a mountain.

The reason it was called bustling was that although it was deep into the night, every home in the town was brightly lit. However, upon closer inspection, something seemed off.

Although the lights were bright, no one was visible in any of the homes. Using Divine Sense to scan the town, Chu Liang found that the majority of the town’s people seemed to be congregated beside a winding river on the outskirts of the town.

The three of them hurried over, observing from afar with Divine Sense.

They saw a large group of townspeople silently standing beside the river, with flickering torches illuminating both banks, connecting like a fire dragon. At the uppermost part of the river, there was a large protruding rock where seven or eight strong men were carrying a red palanquin. They seemed to be preparing to place the palanquin on a broad raft to send it down the river.

An old man in a black robe stood by with his hands behind his back, a solemn expression on his face, indifferently watching everything unfold.

The water below was extremely turbulent; the raft wouldn’t go far before it would be smashed to pieces, and the red palanquin would inevitably fail to survive. Peering into the palanquin through the lifted curtain with Divine Sense, Chu Liang could see that it shockingly contained two children!

A five or six-year-old boy and a four or five-year-old girl, both dressed in bright red jackets, blindfolded, hands tied, and mouths gagged, struggled helplessly inside the palanquin.

It looked like a live human sacrifice?

In ancient times, some places in Nine States Land practiced live human sacrifices, and since the previous dynasty, such acts had been severely banned, with the Yu Dynasty cracking down even more rigorously. And Ling Guan Town, located in Central State, wasn’t considered remote or barbaric, yet such a ritual was taking place?

Seeing the strong men about to push the raft down, the three could no longer restrain themselves.

Lin Bei shouted, "Stop!"

He landed with a crash, steadying the raft and the red palanquin with a push of his palm. With a wave of his right hand, a burst of energy sent several nearby strong men flying several meters away.

"Who are you?" the onlooking old man saw this and shouted in anger, "How dare you obstruct our sacrifice?"

"Your grandfather stands proudly with his name and reputation unchanged!" Lin Bei, undaunted and imposing, answered, "It is I, Divine Dragon Penglai!"