The Pengcheng Branch had been having a hard time lately.
Because many people in the branch had been purged, they had to transfer in a lot of personnel from other places.
This created a rivalry between the original agents and the outsiders.
Zhao Liqiang was a local Pengcheng agent, and they needed to produce some impressive results.
Only then would they avoid being mocked by the transferred agents.
It could only be said that the local agents had their own pride. Especially since their reputation had plummeted so much, they had to do something about it.
After all, the Pengcheng City Bureau had been riddled with holes like a sieve. Even many who weren't on the purge list had been interrogated.
Therefore, he had sought out a folk master from Xiangjiang, Situ Zhengfa, for help.
Pengcheng was very close to Xiangjiang, and with the deepening of exchanges in recent years, Xiangjiang still had many capable and extraordinary individuals.
Their organization over there was called the Sweepers.
"Master Situ, the funding this time... we've pushed the budget to the absolute maximum. You absolutely must deliver!" Zhao Liqiang lowered his voice, his face practically screaming "I'm begging you."
Situ Zhengfa waved his hand, acting as if money was a mere worldly possession, but he couldn't hide the smile at the corners of his eyes.
The Fengshui in the tiny land of Xiangjiang had practically been completely calculated and exhausted, which was why he gladly accepted business from the mainland.
Most importantly, people in the mainland were willing to spend top dollar, even though the danger level was high.
"Rest assured, I take the money and do the job. I know the rules."
He paused, his expression turning serious again. "The real problem right now isn't changing the Fengshui, but first dealing with the things entrenched here.
If we rashly break this Fengshui array, the dark souls gathered here, especially those vicious spirits that have already grown powerful, will scatter like a disturbed hornet's nest."
"When that happens, all of Pengcheng will suffer alongside it. That won't be a mess that can be cleaned up with just a few rituals."
Zhao Liqiang's heart tightened, and he immediately straightened his back. "Don't worry, Master Situ. The entire Pengcheng Branch will cooperate fully!"
"Mhm, have your men get ready."
Situ Zhengfa put away his compass. "Find an open space to land. We'll go to the main gate and meet the dark souls of this place."
"We must be careful. Judging from the level of Yin energy and the Fengshui layout here, we must be prepared."
"Understood!"
The helicopter began to descend. The closer they got to the ground, the thicker the cold Yin energy became, though these things had no physical presence.
At most, one could only say the temperature here was a bit lower than elsewhere.
The experienced pilot steadily controlled the helicopter, flying toward an empty clearing outside the estate's main gate.
Beside him, Zhao Liqiang also began to gather the branch's personnel to get to work.
This mission was deemed a problem that Eastern Leaf had mandated must be resolved swiftly.
Thus, the entire branch would cooperate.
Fortunately, the transferred agents didn't have as many connections as the local agents, nor did they have many skilled ghost hunters, so the local agents were still leading this mission.
Even a rotten ship has three pounds of nails; the reorganized Pengcheng Branch still displayed the efficiency of a state machine.
In just a few minutes, every entrance and exit of the Ash Estate was silently locked down.
The duty guard in the security booth was sleeping soundly, a suspicious trail of drool even hanging from the corner of his mouth, completely oblivious to the sleep-inducing mist filling the booth.
At the estate's entrance, the agents cleared an open space. It was the furthest from the buildings and relatively safe.
A ritual altar had already been set up.
Situ Zhengfa wore a traditional Tang suit, his expression solemn.
He wasn't one of those ordained Daoist priests in bright yellow robes, but just standing there, he exuded a unique aura that brought a lot of peace of mind to the surrounding agents.
He didn't bring out a peach wood sword, nor did he have a soul-catching bell. He simply stood quietly before the altar, his hands forming a bizarre seal in front of his chest.
His lips moved, and a low incantation rang out like the hum of an ancient bell, spreading through the silent night.
"Five fingers on the hand, each to its post. The thumb is the commander, the rest are generals."
"The index finger is Metal, the middle finger is Wood, the ring finger is Water, the little finger is Fire and Earth."
"Point, stroke, grind, flick, extend, bend, circle, release. Four hundred troops and horses, dispatched with a flick of the finger."
"Karmic ghosts flee, returning you to long life."
As the incantation reached its end, his voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable majesty.
"Men bow their heads upon seeing, ghosts prostrate on the ground. A thousand evils cannot emerge, ten thousand evils cannot act. A hundred malevolent spirits hide away, reveal the great divine power!"
The agents present had already swallowed their special capsules. One by one, they held their breath in concentration, gripping various pieces of equipment, just waiting for Situ Zhengfa to lure out the things inside the building so they could swarm up and use their modern technology to transcend the departed souls.
However, just as Situ Zhengfa was at the estate entrance, ready to unleash his divine might...
Deep inside the Ash Estate, a crazy slaughter was already underway.
No, in Lin Mo's words, this was a large-scale job fair.
To be precise, Lin Mo was recruiting underlings.
"Family! Don't miss this as you pass by! The big family of the Human Emperor Banner is actively recruiting! Free room and board, excellent benefits! Every family member inside is a talent, and they speak so nicely too!"
Lin Mo's voice echoed through the corridors, carrying the unique bewitchment of a pyramid scheme ringleader.
He couldn't even be bothered to act personally; he just tossed the Human Emperor Banner into the air.
The black banner fluttered in the wind, instantly transforming into a purplish-black canopy that blotted out the sky and the sun. An irresistible suction force erupted with a boom.
In the corridors, on the walls, and inside the ceilings, the vicious spirits fleeing in all directions let out silent, agonizing howls. Their bodies were uncontrollably dragged toward that canopy, like iron filings drawn to a magnet.
"So strong!"
That pure and majestic torrent of Yin energy surged into the Human Emperor Banner, continuously adding bricks and tiles to its towering structure.
The mold energy absorbed previously in the nine bases was nothing but cold leftovers compared to the feast before him.
This was a true gluttonous banquet!
At this moment, the Human Emperor Banner wasn't like a vacuum cleaner; it was more like a greedy black hole. Not only did it swallow up all those vicious spirits, but even the dense Yin energy entrenched in the building was uprooted and devoured like a whale gulping water.
The purplish-black aura on the banner grew ever deeper, changing from its previous light purple to an abyssal purple that looked like dark ink. Faintly, countless twisted faces could be seen bobbing in the purple light before being completely digested.
Don't ask; if you ask, it's just purple light, just a little bit on the dark side.
Those vicious spirits finally realized that they hadn't just kicked an iron plate; they had crashed into an erupting volcano.
However, none of them could evade Lin Mo's divine sense.
Their survival instinct made them frantically search for hiding places.
One vicious spirit had a sudden stroke of desperate genius and dove headfirst into a toilet tank, curling itself up into a ball.
Lin Mo's divine sense swept over, and his mouth twitched.
"Playing hide-and-seek? I'm a professional."
He pointed from afar, and the toilet in that bathroom violently shuddered. The tank lid blasted off with a bang. That resentful spirit, along with a tank full of water, was twisted into a water dragon by an invisible force, screaming as it flew straight into the Human Emperor Banner.

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!