Chapter 240 - 240 238 Ghost

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240: Chapter 238: Ghost 240: Chapter 238: Ghost In the Inner City, there are four desolate mansions, named: Mountain, Forest, Ghost, Fire. These four desolate mansions serve as the strategic points securing the upside-down Ghost Mountain and are where Ghost Gods filled with yin energy are sealed. Although the Seal Keepers could pacify these four desolate houses within the Inner City, due to certain complicated reasons, they have continued to be handed down through the ages. Baili An’s eyes narrowed slightly as he said, “So does this mean the corpses of the three Ji siblings also ended up in this Mountain Mansion?” Fang Geyu shook her head, her apricot eyes bright yet heartless, “There are four desolate houses, and three of them hold the remains of young men and women, but the bodies of the three Ji siblings have not been found. Of the four desolate houses, the Ghost Mansion is the most sinister. It is said to be the stronghold of the Fierce Ghost, Ghost, who has been haunting for three thousand years. Even the Cultivators in the Inner City wouldn’t dare to enter casually. Of course, Qing Xuan, the Seal Keeper, could come and go as she pleases, and even possesses the ability to suppress that fierce ghost, but the Upper Immortal of the Kunlun Mountains does not like to meddle in the affairs of the Mortal World.” As long as Xianling City remains undisturbed, the upside-down Ghost Mountain shall not fall. In her eyes, all these are trifles. Baili An said, “According to what you’ve just said, it’s highly likely that the bodies of the three Ji siblings are buried within the Ghost Mansion?” Fang Geyu slowly exhaled a puff of warm air, glancing at Baili An, “Why are you so concerned about those three from the Ji family?” Baili An said, “I just don’t understand why an old man like him would want to kill innocent young men and women of the border city.” Fang Geyu stopped in her tracks, turned to look at him, and asked, “You want to meddle in this idle matter? You should know, Meng Chengzhi has already been executed; leaving it alone, in seven days, his soul will naturally enter Ghost Mountain to be suppressed.” Baili An furrowed his brows, “The spirits of the deceased in Xianling City do not enter the Netherworld, but are directly sent into Ghost Mountain?” Then, what secrets are being concealed within Ghost Mountain, that make it worth the Immortals’ effort to nurture the city in order to suppress it? “Not exactly, if the deceased is not a sinner with deep grudges, they are generally sent outside the city. Once they leave Xianling City, the Netherworld Messengers of the You Dynasty will naturally come to take the soul on its journey.” “But I can see that old Mr. Meng does not wish to leave.” Fang Geyu’s gaze was cold and indifferent, “In this world, the power to decide one’s desires rests with oneself. If he couldn’t even protect himself while alive, how could he protect his dead spirit after death?” Baili An asked, “Did he really kill people?” Fang Geyu countered, “You are not close with him, how can you be sure that he would not kill?” Baili An looked up at the sky where the snowflakes fell like catkins and said no more. Fang Geyu sighed, “Why do you always like to stick your nose into others’ business?” Baili An pursed his lips, “Indeed, it’s none of my business, but this, this is an examination.” “An examination?” Baili An spoke seriously, “The day I entered the Inner City and received the award, the whole city knew. Three days ago, Lan Youdie executed a sinner, yet no word was spread. The awards in the Inner City are always public and aboveboard, but she received no accolades, which means her examination has not been passed.” He spread his palm out, catching several snowflakes. Their cold temperature kept the snowflakes from melting, beautifully held in the center of his palm. He said indifferently, “Fang Geyu wants Xianling City, I want the Immortal Tears, so in this examination, we must pass.” Fang Geyu was caught off guard and fell silent, looking at him with some surprise. Baili An turned his gaze to her, “The test has already begun. We have already fallen into the chess game, with no way out, so I need to know, Mr. Meng, why did he kill?” Fang Geyu’s face gradually regained its calm, “Meng Chengzhi is a Cultivator, a great Cultivator of the Chengling Realm. However, he was already five hundred years old forty years ago.” The Mortal Realm is divided into five sub-realms: Mortal Realm, Seeking Tao Realm, Sea Expansion Realm, Chengling Realm. The Mortal Realm has a lifespan no different from mortals, which is a century. The lifespan in the Seeking Tao Realm is two hundred years, in the Sea Expansion Realm three hundred years, and the limit in the Chengling Realm is five hundred years. Although Cultivators have longer and more drawn-out lifespans compared to mortals, they are not without beginning or end. Normally, a Cultivator who has lived past five hundred years in the Chengling Realm, if unable to comprehend and break through the realm, will decay into sand, their spirit platform exhausted, their soul no longer possessing a vessel, and will then proceed to the Netherworld beneath the Central Netherworld, no longer a creature of the Mortal World. Yet, Meng Chengzhi did not decay into mud after those five hundred years; instead, he lived for a further forty years. Fang Geyu said, “The Mortal World has its order; when the time comes, one’s life reaches its natural end. Meng Chengzhi, who came from a destitute background, although he worked as a schoolteacher at White Wood Academy in the Inner City, he didn’t possess sufficient Spirit Stones to procure expensive and rare life-extending Spirit Pills, so for him to have lived an extra forty years is a miracle.” Suddenly, Baili An recalled the subtle look in the old man’s eyes when he had given him that silver note earlier; he felt as though he somewhat understood, “So, money makes the devil turn the millstones?” “Exactly.” The richest heiress in the Mortal World lowered her eyelids, a mocking smile tugging at her lips. “Money makes the devil turn the millstones; in the mortal world, money can hire killers, while in the underworld, it can buy life and continue one’s existence in the realm of the living. This is referred to as borrowing lifespan from the underworld.” The currency of the underworld is, naturally, netherworld paper. The crisp new silver note Baili An had given to the old man was not from a mortal money bank, because Fang Geyu had not given him any spending money over the past few days. It was the netherworld paper left behind by the Cultivator who had committed suicide outside the alley wall that night when the old ghost had committed murder. Netherworld paper, to console the dead spirits… Fang Geyu said, “By borrowing lifespan from the underworld to continue living, that old man has always been working for the three-thousand-year-old fierce ghost in the Inner City, Ghost.” Ghost, in life, was a genius disciple of a righteous lineage, and at the time of his death, he was a powerful wielder of talent, on the verge of stepping into the threshold of the transcendence realm. He died with deep malice, becoming a fierce ghost that plagued the world for three thousand years, his strength was considerable, and he was the only fierce ghost who could escape from Ghost Mountain. “Ghost enjoys slaughter, especially when he sees Righteous Cultivators committing senseless killings. Whenever he can witness an Immortal Cultivator fall into depravity, he gains immense pleasure from it. Meng Chengzhi killed for him, and in return, he was amply ‘rewarded.’ In this way, Meng Chengzhi could borrow a wisp of yin energy from the city’s minor spirits to buy a few more years of life, living in agonizing desperation for another forty years.” Fang Geyu spoke of such cruel and dark deeds with utmost nonchalance. Baili An asked, “How can it be proven that someone killed for Ghost?” Fang Geyu said, “On the day of Ghost’s resentful death, the wrath in his heart gathered around his chest, forming three orange apricot blossoms. Any person favored by his grace would bear the same mark on their wrist.” Baili An’s eyes narrowed. Indeed, on the wrist of the old man pruning the leaves today, there was the very mark spoken of by Fang Geyu. Fang Geyu then asked, “So, what do you think is the question of this examination?” “It’s not Meng Chengzhi.” Because he’s already dead, but the answer is not correct. Baili An pondered, “The question of this examination is Ghost.”

Chapter 240 - 240 238 Ghost

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