He had clearly saved Tang Nuannuan, but she called him heartless and cold. Even Li Chenxue’s eyes reddened as she declared they were through, even threatening to leave their sect.
After that day, Li Chenxue destroyed the token of their sect and never returned.
This affected Qin Shaoqing’s state of mind. He had originally planned to go into seclusion to clear his head, but suddenly he saw that woman—the one who had been possessed by his sister that day.
She was full of ghostly energy, yet her demeanor was utterly relaxed.
“Who are you?” Che Dahong looked at Qin Shaoqing, confused.
Qin Shaoqing stated his identity directly: “You have ghost qi on you...”
Che Dahong gave him a surprised look. “Yes... the ghost qi is from my little sister.”
“Still can’t let go of her?” Qin Shaoqing felt a flash of inexplicable anger.
But as she told her story, he learned that a young girl had already helped send her sister off peacefully. She could finally move on—her sister was unharmed and could enter reincarnation normally. She was satisfied and had even given the girl a sum of money.
Yet something told Qin Shaoqing that something was very wrong.
A little girl, able to deal with a ghost of that level? He had never heard of such a thing.
So that was why he barged in today.
He had been observing for days, but he never expected that the girl before him had nothing but yin-yang eyes. And seeing her defend that fierce ghost just like his junior sister would, Qin Shaoqing felt a surge of anger.
“Step aside!” He acted directly, shoving the frail Liu Xiaohua aside. She crashed into a nearby chair and cried out in pain.
At the sight, Liu Sandao’s ghostly energy flared violently. Eyes blazing, he lunged at Qin Shaoqing.
Qin Shaoqing showed no fear. Sword in right hand, spell seals in left, he met the attack head-on.
“You dare hit her? This old man will fight you to the death!” Liu Sandao roared. Even he didn’t understand why he was so furious—as a ghost, he wasn’t supposed to feel so much emotion.
If he had any attachments, it was only to someone like Xiao Fang.
But rage alone couldn’t beat a true Daoist master, especially one of Qin Shaoqing’s caliber.
After a few exchanges, Liu Sandao hadn’t even touched Qin Shaoqing’s sleeve. Meanwhile, his spirit body had been struck several times by the peachwood sword, wounds smoking where they’d been hit.
“Grandpa Liu! Run!” Liu Xiaohua rushed forward and grabbed Qin Shaoqing’s arm. He frowned. The world had gone mad—mad! First Li Chenxue, then Tang Nuannuan, and now this!
He shouted, “Let go! Ghosts have their own path! Fierce ghosts must be destroyed!”
As Liu Xiaohua sank her teeth into his arm and the fierce ghost tried to flee, Qin Shaoqing’s anger boiled over. His sword turned toward Liu Xiaohua.
Seeing this, Liu Sandao went frantic. “Stop!”
Just then, an ice-cold hand caught Qin Shaoqing’s wrist. The shock of the cold made him instantly sober. He leaped back several paces and stared at the hand’s owner.
“Xiao Fang?”
“Boss!” Liu Xiaohua was crying.
Fang Zhiyi smiled. “Oh, missed me that much? You’re crying. Don’t cry—I have to listen to that female ghost in finance bawling all day. It’s given me a headache.”
Qin Shaoqing’s eyes widened. He realized that this ghost before him was incredibly powerful—he might not have the upper hand even if he fought with everything he had!
Fang Zhiyi turned her gaze to him.
“Your master taught you how to capture ghosts, and you use it to bully a little girl?”
Qin Shaoqing was taken aback by the ghost’s words, but when he saw Liu Xiaohua’s red, puffy eyes, he felt a twinge of guilt. “I... I was just...”
“See? Handsome men always have the best excuses,” Fang Zhiyi said to Liu Xiaohua.
Liu Xiaohua, caught off guard by the teasing, broke into a laugh through her tears.
“You wicked ghost! Corrupting people’s minds!” Embarrassed, Qin Shaoqing tried to steer the conversation back.
Fang Zhiyi sat down on the desk and waved her hand. “Spare me. You know as well as I do that you can’t beat me right now.”
“What did you say?” Qin Shaoqing was furious.
Fang Zhiyi picked at her ear. “What, Daoist masters get hard of hearing too?”
“Even if I can’t beat you, I’ll still fight! Our sect’s law says: any fierce ghost causing chaos must be slain without mercy!” With that, Qin Shaoqing bit the tip of his tongue, preparing to surprise the ghost with a sudden attack.
But in the next moment, another ice-cold hand landed on his shoulder.
“Did I ever say that?”
Qin Shaoqing nearly choked on his own blood. Coughing violently, he turned in terror to see his own master standing beside him.
“I knew you wouldn’t listen to me. So I pulled every string I could to bring your master here,” Fang Zhiyi said, hopping off the desk. “Bet you didn’t see that coming. After your master died, he became a Soul-Catcher!”
“M-master!” Qin Shaoqing studied the ghostly figure before him. After a long moment, he recognized the spirit—it was indeed his master. “You...”
He saw Fang Zhiyi leading the girl and the ghost away.
“Stop!”
“Nonsense!” his master barked. Qin Shaoqing froze in place.
“But they...”
“But what? How did I teach you? The moment I die, you decide to rewrite the rules?”
“I didn’t...”
“Oh, you didn’t? Then kneel!”
Fang Zhiyi glanced with a hint of pity at the reluctant Qin Shaoqing as he knelt, then patted Old Feng on the shoulder. “Old Feng, sorry to trouble you.”
“Not at all. The Judge spoke highly of your work and specifically asked me to come. It’s part of my duty.”
“When you head back later, stop by my place. I’ve got some ghosts preparing some rare trinkets for you...”
“Master! Those ghosts...”
“Shut up! General... Fang, after I’m done disciplining this disciple, I’ll bring him to apologize to you.”
“Take your time.” Fang Zhiyi left with Liu Xiaohua and Liu Sandao. Even after they were far away, the sound of Qin Shaoqing being scolded could still be heard.
When Qin Shaoqing appeared again, his cold face was etched with resentment.
“General Fang, I apologize. I acted too rashly...”
“Oh? Rash in what way?” Fang Zhiyi invited Old Feng to sit and ordered tea from her subordinates.
“Rash in what way?” Qin Shaoqing’s anger flared again, especially seeing at least a dozen fierce ghosts in this cemetery. His fists clenched. “I was rash because... I’m not as good as you at deceiving heaven and earth!”
Old Feng’s face darkened. It seemed all his scolding had gone to waste.
But Fang Zhiyi just smiled, patting Qin Shaoqing on the shoulder. She turned and asked, “Should all fierce ghosts die?”
Qin Shaoqing gritted his teeth. “Of course! They harm people. They have to die!”
Fang Zhiyi’s smile slowly faded. She raised a hand, and a ghost drifted over.
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