The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits
Chapter 400 - 404: Pen Fairy (Part 3)

Chapter 400: Chapter 404: Pen Fairy (Part 3)

Su Li stood quietly behind Xue Rou, silently observing them.

These four girls, Su Li had no malice toward them, but he felt no fondness either.

As students, instead of studying, they loved courting death.

If they had encountered an Evil Ghost with blood on its hands, they wouldn’t have to wait for Nangong Dao to save them—tomorrow’s date would mark their death anniversary.

Did they really think that every ghost retained sanity like the original owner did?

To become an Evil Ghost, one must belong to those filled with malevolence; good intentions were scarce.

Remember that there was once a lifetime where he was an expert who specialized in conquering ghosts; in this life, he had become the Red Ghost.

Lost in thought, Su Li didn’t notice that the four girls in the dormitory had already shivered into a huddle.

In the hands of Xue Rou and Qin Duo, the pen they held began to draw circles slowly on the white paper.

Qin Duo forced a smile, "Ah Rou, stop kidding around. I’m not pushing hard; if you’re not pushing either, could the pen move on its own? Haha..."

"But it’s, it’s moving on its own. Has, has it arrived?" Yan Zi’s voice grew smaller and smaller.

Scared, Xue Rou suddenly screamed, "Ahh!" and stood up abruptly, turning on the lights in the dorm.

The moment she stood up, the pen in her hand was flung away.

The dormitory, now brightly lit, dispelled the eeriness of moments ago, but the plummeting temperature still caused Xue Rou to sneeze uncontrollably.

"There’s nothing, no need to scare ourselves. There’s nothing at all." Xue Rou’s words seemed to comfort herself as well as the others.

Xue Rou: "It’s a bit cold; I’ll go close the window."

Xu Li and Yan Zi looked around left and right, finding themselves in a familiar setting, slightly relaxed. They tried to smile, but their cheeks were as stiff as stone; with great effort, they managed to muster an ugly smile.

Qin Duo’s expression was different from the other three. Her face was even paler than before.

"Ah Rou, you shouldn’t have let go of my hand... We haven’t sent it away..."

Xue Rou, with a temper, replied fiercely, "Little Duo, stop talking nonsense; there’s nothing..."

"Bang," the response was the automatic closing of the window.

Fear gradually spread through the cramped dormitory as everyone’s heart skipped a beat.

Su Li could sense the fine connection between himself and the four girls present.

He leisurely extended his fair arm and snapped his fingers; the magnetic field that had appeared abruptly among them began to dissipate slowly.

After assessing the situation and detecting no constraints, Su Li smiled with satisfaction.

It had been an experiment of his.

During his confrontation with the White Mountain Goddess, the shadow of her fingertip strike had been a huge blow to him, consuming nearly all his Merit Power to escape by a hair.

But the benefits were also immense, so long as you had the opportunity to grasp them.

You might say the White Mountain Goddess was a true goddess, having attained the path of righteousness; her fingertip shadow contained the Rule Power.

In a life-and-death cycle, even the White Mountain Goddess would never imagine that a mere mortal could comprehend her Rule Power.

Though it was only a superficial understanding and merely a touch upon the tip of the iceberg, it was still astonishing enough.

Rule Power was a level of energy even higher than Chaotic Power.

If you could comprehend all the rules of time, it was indeed possible to create a small world out of thin air that belonged exclusively to you.

That was the ability of a Supreme God.

The White Mountain Goddess, being the Goddess of Spring, commanded the revival of all things; the Rule Power she encompassed was the Power of Life.

When Su Li used the Rule Power, a green vitality emerged on his body, interwoven with the crimson light of his bloody sea, each occupying half of his being.

Vitality manifesting within a ghost body was an unprecedented phenomenon, beyond anyone’s imagination.

Su Li could still feel that the Ghost Pearl within her had mutated.

On the pitch-black Ghost Pearl emerged a ring of green patterns, and her cultivation instantly broke through its bottleneck, reaching its ultimate peak.

With a stretch of her palm, a rapidly spinning Yin-Yang Tai Chi pattern hovered above the center of her hand.

Half was the Power of Life, and half was the power of death.

With the body of an Evil Ghost, she achieved the form of a Ghost Immortal.

Outside the room, the sky suddenly lit up with lightning and thunder roared, as a fierce wind howled.

This extraordinary abnormality led the few people inside to cover their heads and scurry around in panic.

An invisible beam of golden light descended upon Su Li, the blood mist tumultuously parted, severing the last thread of karma from her ghost body.

Whenever she wished, she could leave at any time.

But what the original owner detested the most was that Nangong Dao who occupied other people’s bodies. Coincidentally, Su Li also deeply disliked this kind of man who treated women as playthings.

Though he always acted affectionate and deeply emotional, as if every woman he was with was his one true love.

In reality, from the original owner’s memories, it was clear that those women whom Nangong Dao took an interest in, and who were unwilling to submit to him, seemed to have rather grim fates.

Nangong Dao was indifferent to ethical norms, targeting anyone he fancied, regardless of whether they were married women or mothers, and there were even instances of mothers and daughters serving the same husband.

Such a morally corrupt person, Su Li felt it was her responsibility to remove him as a public nuisance.

She really was a good person. Oh, no, a good ghost.

By the time Su Li regained her composure and looked around the room, Xue Rou and the others were screaming and hiding under the desks.

Su Li cast them a deep glance and projected a dark light that landed individually on each of them.

She did not harm them, but teaching them a lesson was perfectly acceptable.

So that they wouldn’t always be so arrogant, thinking they could do anything they pleased.

The bad luck brought by the malevolent energy of an Evil Ghost would make them suffer misfortune for quite a few days.

The commotion in the school beauty’s dorm was bound to alarm others.

The dorms at the school were not well soundproofed, and even less so when heartbreaking screams that instilled fear could be heard.

The dorm next door, thinking as classmates, they couldn’t possibly just stand by and ignore the noise.

They knocked on the door; there was no response, and the door was locked from the inside.

The classmates who came out to investigate all had a bad feeling. It would be terrible if something serious had happened.

Together, they frantically broke down the door.

Inside, they saw several school beauties, flawless and goddess-like, with snot and tears streaming down, crouching like quails with their heads tucked under desks and their backsides sticking out.

There was a moment of silence at the doorway.

Hearing the commotion, the people inside screamed again before realizing familiar classmates had appeared. They no longer cared about their disheveled appearance as they hopped on one foot and rushed towards the doorway.

All the while, they couldn’t stop shouting loudly, "There’s a ghost..."

Who would have thought that these admired school beauties, placed on a pedestal, could have such unbearable screams, utterly devoid of any charm, no different from ordinary people.

Seeing the comical state of Xue Rou and the others, the others’ first instinct was not to offer sympathy or pity, but to take out their phones and capture the embarrassing scene.

Such a disgraceful scene had not occurred in the last lifetime.

The original owner hadn’t planned on making a frightful appearance, and although Xue Rou and the others were scared, they had not expected to be so terrified as to lose their composure like this time.

But with Su Li’s arrival, coupled with ghostly wails and wolf howls outside, windows shutting without wind, and the vivid sensation of hair-raising chills, it was justifiable that they weren’t scared witless, a testament to their reasonable mental fortitude.

They still wanted to maintain a perfect image, which was wishful thinking, as they were not the true Su Li.