Before many of the cultivators could figure out what was happening, more ghosts emerged from the thick fog.
And as soon as these ghosts appeared, they headed straight for them.
“Bold specters!” someone shouted, just as they raised their magical artifact, only to receive a kick to the rear.
“What specters! That’s our sect’s founding grandmaster!”
“Get out of the way, Master! It’s me! Me!”
“Oh no… my dad doesn’t look happy.”
“Hey? Hey? Master, why are you kicking me? No, no, no—your disciples are all watching, give me some face, Master!”
Many cultivators were utterly dumbfounded. How could their long-dead relatives and friends appear here?
Qin Shaoqing watched the scene before him, feeling strangely triumphant, his chest puffing out.
The suffering I went through, it’s finally your turn now!
Chaos reigned. The legendary battle between good and evil never happened. Instead, less experienced Heavenly Masters watched in shock as their usually imposing seniors were kicked and chased by various ghosts, fleeing in disgrace.
They simply didn’t dare to fight back.
Who could have guessed that the ghost king ruling this place could actually summon their own masters? That was just too unfair! It was like two kids fighting—and then one of them brought in the other’s dad, only for that dad to side with the enemy!
“Learn from this… don’t just focus on fighting and killing all the time,” Fang Zhiyi said, looking at the chaos nearby. Qin Shaoqing glanced at him but didn’t dare to respond.
The chaos stopped only when Ah Da shouted. The grumpy old men and women grabbed their disciples and walked over.
Neither the vengeful spirits nor the Taoist exorcists had ever imagined that the two sides could sit down and negotiate together.
No, it wasn’t even a negotiation. They all just listened to Fang Zhiyi, a ghost, speaking. No one dared to raise any objections. After all, wasn't the Judge himself sitting there obediently?
Nobody knew what kind of background this ghost had.
“Right now, the issue we need to solve is how to promote closer cooperation between cultivators and the Underworld, and how to expand the reincarnation system outward from City A,” Fang Zhiyi said, pointing to the side. Everyone turned to look. They hadn’t noticed before that over a dozen ghosts were sitting there, radiating terrifying auras—clearly not easy to deal with. “These are the judges from various regions of the Underworld. They came here today specifically to discuss and learn together.”
Qin Shaoqing sighed softly. This world had truly gone mad—into something he no longer recognized.
Whatever. Let it burn.
Maybe I should look into changing careers tomorrow? Setting up a cart and selling fried skewers outside a school doesn’t sound bad. I remember a great skewer stall from back when I was busy catching ghosts… I haven’t had those in a long time.
I think the skewer stall owner’s daughter was pretty good-looking too. No, no, no—how can a cultivator think about things like that?
Lost in thought, he suddenly felt a smack on his head.
“Master? You hit me…” Qin Shaoqing suddenly realized that every human and ghost in the room was staring at him.
Old Man Feng, full of anger, turned around and forced a smile at the crowd: “My disciple is a little shy. Sorry, sorry.”
“What do you mean, ‘joint representative’?” It wasn’t until the meeting ended—after the aggressively arriving Heavenly Master Alliance had hastily retreated and the Underworld’s delegation had all left—that Qin Shaoqing finally snapped out of it. Abandoning his usual cold demeanor, he nearly jumped up.
“Don’t get worked up. You’re the most suitable person for this. Relying on me to manage so many ghosts isn’t realistic. It’s fine in City A since I can get here anytime, but if we want to replicate this model in other regions, we need people like you to handle it. You know I’m not close with anyone else,” Fang Zhiyi said, patting his shoulder.
Qin Shaoqing felt like crying but had no tears.
How did he end up taking on such a huge job out of nowhere?
Before leaving, Old Man Feng also gave him a lecture, telling him to cooperate fully with Fang Zhiyi.
“Killing one ghost only saves one person, but changing the overall situation—that’s true great virtue!”
Qin Shaoqing curled his lips. He had seen it for himself: before they left, Fang Zhiyi’s subordinates handed out all sorts of goodies to the visiting ghosts—cars, houses, spirit money, color TVs… He looked at Fang Zhiyi indignantly. Following this guy, could he really accumulate virtue? More like he’d be piling up bad karma!
But Qin Shaoqing was, by nature, obedient to his master. Even if he grumbled, he still followed Fang Zhiyi’s orders.
Over time, he became curious about Fang Zhiyi. What exactly did this ghost do when he was alive? Something that should have been incredibly complicated ran smoothly under his command. Even the sworn enemies—vengeful spirits and Taoist exorcists—started working together to sweep through other cities’ territories. On top of that, he even found new business opportunities for the exorcists.
For example, Liu Xiaohua’s service of meeting deceased relatives.
But now that the secret was out, they became even bolder. They simply sent ghost messengers to bring the dead back up, like prison visitations.
“This is called resource integration. After integration, you redistribute,” Fang Zhiyi explained carefully to Liu Xiaohua.
Qin Shaoqing’s head ached just looking at the mountain of reports piling up. Even someone with his perpetually cold face felt like dying.
But as soon as the thought occurred, he immediately vetoed it.
Knowing Fang Zhiyi’s personality, if he died, his soul would be dragged right back to this position to keep working—without even food or drink!
He had seen it with his own eyes. The newly recruited vengeful spirits were worked like nuclear-powered donkeys on a production line. Even the exorcists felt it was cruel.
And Fang Zhiyi had the nerve to say, “Turn resentment into motivation.”
A total, shameless capitalist dog!
“Hey!”
The voice close to his ear almost made Qin Shaoqing jump. “Who? Where? What?”
Fang Zhiyi looked at him helplessly. This guy was way too jumpy.
“I’m done talking. Here, this girl has some talent. Just teach her some basic yin-yang arts so she can protect herself.”
Qin Shaoqing shook his head like a rattle drum: “No way. My master said…”
He saw Fang Zhiyi pick up a big black brick phone—an ugly-looking one—and instantly understood: “No, no, no! I think my master would be very happy to have another apprentice…”
Fang Zhiyi nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave.
But as he watched Fang Zhiyi walk away, Qin Shaoqing felt something strange. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what was off.
Forget it. Better get back to work. Their current headquarters was busier than ever. Fellow cultivators who came to help for a few days would beg to leave, and if not for their sects forcing them to stay, they would probably have worked themselves to death.
He wondered how that junior sister of his… no, Li Chenxue, was doing now.
But with so many fewer ghosts wandering outside these days, she shouldn’t be in danger anymore, right?
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lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
