Fight the Ghost 01

When Fang Zhiyi opened his eyes, a gust of gloomy wind blew past his face. Having just adapted to this body, he felt a bit cold.

Suddenly, a dark shadow darted out from the side of the road.

It seemed to be some small animal, but because it was night, he couldn't see it very clearly.

That was until the thing slowly stood upright, its small eyes unexpectedly flashing with an eerie light.

"Young man, do you see me as a man or a god?"

Fang Zhiyi was slightly taken aback. This thrilling right off the bat? Running into a weasel asking for an ennoblement right from the start?

Little Hei chimed in right on time, "That's right, this is a traditional world of demons and ghosts."

Seeing that Fang Zhiyi remained silent, the weasel swayed back and forth, its tone urgent, "Young man, do you see me as a man or a god??"

Fang Zhiyi subtly formed a hand seal, only to surprisingly find that his magic seals were no longer working.

Little Hei delivered another blow, "The spiritual worlds you visited in the past were all sourced from the laws of heaven and earth. This traditional world is different; you must worship the gods to regain your power... which means paying respects to the ancestral masters."

"It's too late for me to start believing now!" Fang Zhiyi rolled his eyes. "Couldn't you have picked a better time?"

"This is already the very beginning!" Little Hei said self-righteously.

Seeing this person just standing there in a daze, the weasel thought he was terrified and urged him again, "Hurry up, do you see me as a man or a god!" Its tone became extremely sinister.

Fang Zhiyi knew that encountering a weasel asking for an ennoblement was an incredibly troublesome matter. If he said it didn't look like a man, he would ruin its cultivation, and he would likely have to endure its endless revenge. If he said it looked like a god, he would be acknowledging its cultivation, but in doing so, his own luck would be borrowed by it, making his future days very difficult.

The best approach was to ignore it, though doing so would still highly likely result in being pestered by it. After all, anyone whose path could be blocked by a weasel had a somewhat peculiar destiny to begin with.

Fang Zhiyi sighed, then stared straight at the small beast standing upright.

"I see you as... The Supreme Heaven-Opening, Talisman-Holding, Calendar-Controlling, Truth-Embodying, Dao-Embracing, Golden Portal Cloud Palace, Nine Heavens Governing, Ten Thousand Paths Non-Acting, Luminous Great Hall, Vast Heaven Golden Portal Jade Emperor Great Heavenly Venerate, Profound Heavens High God!"

Little Hei gaped in shock, marveling at how Fang Zhiyi could say so many words in a single breath!

The weasel also opened its mouth wide, and in the next moment, it felt every hair on its body stand on end.

"You, you!" The originally aggressive weasel turned and fled, its small eyes filled with terror. Was this person crazy?

"What was that whole string of titles you just said?" Little Hei asked in confusion, having never been very interested in complicated things.

Just as it asked, a bolt of lightning struck with a deafening roar not far away. Fang Zhiyi covered his ears and looked in that direction.

"In short, the Jade Emperor."

"You are truly ruthless."

"I had no choice. Asking for ennoblement is a very formal process; if you don't use the full title, it won't have any effect. It's like burning joss paper—you have to choose the right direction, clearly state the recipient's name, birth year, hometown, and so on... otherwise, the deceased might not receive the money... However, the worlds we encountered before had mostly simplified these tedious procedures."

Fang Zhiyi glanced around. They were on a small path in the middle of nowhere. He was wearing thin, coarse linen clothes, and he felt freezing whenever the wind blew.

"Hurry up and tell me what's going on!" Fang Zhiyi felt inexplicably frustrated. Another penniless start! What kind of transmigrator has to start from scratch every single time?

Fang Zhiyi was a destitute scholar. The reason he was destitute was that the title of scholar was a remnant from the previous dynasty. His luck was quite something; his family had spent money to buy him the scholar title, and less than a month later, the previous dynasty fell.

His father, who had hoped to gain some benefits from the scholar title, suffered a fatal stroke from the anxiety and shock. After his father died, the large family grabbed whatever valuables they could and went their separate ways. Only Fang Zhiyi foolishly stayed in the house until a group of people clamored in, seized his home, and kicked him out.

From that day on, Fang Zhiyi became a homeless scholar. Even after the flames of war swept through the area, he was never able to get his big family house back.

However, his luck wasn't entirely bad. Back when the Fang family was prominent, the He family from a neighboring town had come over to discuss marriage with Old Master Fang. The two families eventually decided to arrange a marriage between Fang Zhiyi and the young lady of the He family. One would have thought that with the changing times, the He family might not acknowledge the engagement anymore. Surprisingly, Master He was a man who strictly kept his promises. The rest of the He family thought the Fang family was finished and the marriage was off, but Master He believed that a marriage he had personally agreed to must go through, otherwise he would have no face to see Old Fang after he died.

He put out the word that they must first find Fang Zhiyi; they had to see the man if he was alive, or his corpse if he was dead.

Later, Master He's steward found him and brought him back to the He family.

Fang Zhiyi was somewhat overwhelmed by the unexpected favor. Although he tried to decline, faced with Master He's firm attitude, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and stay at the He family estate. That was when the tragedy began.

He could sense that He Yuling didn't like him, and even despised him a bit. Fang Zhiyi knew his own limits and spent all day figuring out how to make a name for himself, as the feeling of living under someone else's roof was not pleasant.

Master He noticed this. He had only one biological daughter, plus an adopted son he had taken in years ago. Looking at Fang Zhiyi, he offered to give him a few shops to run a business. Whether he made a profit or took a loss, it would at least be a livelihood. Once he found his footing, he could marry He Yuling.

Fang Zhiyi gratefully agreed and secretly resolved never to let down his future father-in-law's expectations. From then on, he left early and returned late, pouring his heart into the business, completely oblivious to the fire starting in his own backyard.

That's right, He Yuling had always loved someone else but didn't dare make it public due to propriety. This person was Master He's adopted son, He Chusheng. The two hadn't been having their affair for many days before the servants noticed. Because Fang Zhiyi treated the servants quite well, they reported it directly to Master He. Master He flew into a rage on the spot and ordered the two to be seized.

He was a conservative man by nature and naturally could not tolerate his daughter's behavior. He immediately had someone call Fang Zhiyi back from the city. After learning the whole story, instead of blaming He Yuling, Fang Zhiyi pleaded for mercy on her behalf.

Because of Fang Zhiyi's pleas, the matter was suppressed. However, He Chusheng was kicked out of the He family by Master He, his whereabouts unknown.

Fang Zhiyi was very open-minded about it. He felt it was normal for He Yuling not to like him, and he never tried to force his affections on her. Faced with He Yuling's deliberate difficulties, he always smoothed things over with an apologetic smile. He focused even more on his business, determined to stand on his own two feet through his own abilities.

But the hardworking Fang Zhiyi ended up running into a weasel asking for ennoblement right at this time.

Although he wasn't exactly sharp-witted, he had a good heart. After getting a satisfactory answer, the weasel dusted off its paws and ran away, taking with it the luck that originally belonged to Fang Zhiyi.