Chapter 282 - 282 280 Ghost Language

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282: Chapter 280: Ghost Language 282: Chapter 280: Ghost Language “You descended from the mountain to live reclusively among mortals, yet you couldn’t restrain the Dao Sword in its sheath, and killed a great nation’s general who was a cultivator. This cultivator was a disciple of the reclusive immortal, Loose Cultivator Baili Hou from beyond the Four Seas. The Immortal came seeking revenge and almost exterminated the entire Taoist Sect with a single sword stroke. Your Sect Master and father escorted you in flight to East Huai Mountain, where he fell!” As Ghost’s body started to tremble slightly, Fang Geyu’s eyes revealed an even colder sneer. Her words were always numerous, and nine out of ten sentences were designed to hit where it hurts, with the tenth capable of enraging someone to death! “Feng Qing, my junior brother, do you feel the meals on the mountain are not to your taste, is practicing the sword too bitter and you miss home, or is it that the simple Taoist huts have no beautiful women for company, making it hard to achieve alone, leading you to act rashly, sneak down the mountain, commit murder, and cause the death of fellow disciples and your elder brother and father?” Fang Geyu’s speech was piercing and venomous, using the affectionate name only his fellow brothers would call him back in the day: ‘little junior brother Feng Qing’. Now, coming from Fang Geyu’s mouth, it truly cut deeper than a blade. Ghost was livid, his body suffused with a boiling rage. Baili Xianxian was about to burst into tears, her pale lips trembling from excessive blood loss, “Fang… Fang Xiaoyu, is your mouth made of knives? Please stop talking…” Fang Geyu ignored her, simply saying with a laugh, “No wonder this deserted house is full of dead people, or rather the living dead, yet you chose to keep such a thing. Baili Xianxian is a direct descendant of Baili Hou, while you, a Fierce Ghost, cannot ascend to the Upper Pure Immortal Realm and naturally cannot seek revenge on the immortal who already transcended and entered the overseas Immortal World. Feng Qing, ah, Feng Qing, after living for more than three thousand years to become Ghost, I haven’t seen you amount to much. Other than bullying women, you just vent on juniors who are no match for you, and you deserve to be left guarding this dark, sunless ghost place for that woman.” Ghost’s eyes were bloodshot, and with a chilling sneer, he said, “Well said, quite the eloquent girl. If I still breathed, I could be angered to death by you. It’s been many years since someone has infuriated me like this.” Fang Geyu tilted her snow-white chin up, even her nostrils carried an air of arrogance. “Don’t go making grandiose statements befitting the strong. For a fool like you whose ancestry is cursing you, being trampled underfoot and helplessly roaring in fury is nothing but expected, right? What do you mean by ‘her life and death are not decreed by fate but by you’, you cur? You can’t even change your own destiny, yet you dare overestimate your prowess and control over others’ lives. Has the Empress given you too peaceful a life, or is your dog pit overly tranquil?” Fang Geyu’s eyes were filled with disdain, as if she was looking at trash on the ground: “Having been a guard dog for so long, but still having the gall to sprout such self-confidence, do you want this mistress to sand those paws of yours only fit for scrabbling in shit?” Ghost let out a sneer, his ominous, pitch-black eyes burning with unchecked rage. He slapped towards the small drum at his waist, looking at her like she was a dead person, “After I cut out your tongue, let’s see how fiercely you can still bite!” A strange gleam crossed Fang Geyu’s eyes as she let out a chilling laugh, and her even and white teeth shone beautifully, “Don’t worry, I have bad teeth, I don’t bite people or ghosts, just chewing on a soft-skinned corpse demon is tough enough.” As the girl’s words fell, a faint silver thread of light suddenly flashed amidst the black lines stretching from her heart. The glow was weak but in an instant shredded the surrounding yin energy and black mist into nothingness. Ghost felt a sharp pain in his index finger, as if sliced by a blade, with a chilly sensation spraying on the back of his hand, followed by the feeling of something falling to the ground. He looked down. It was a finger with a black nail. Shriveled and withered, like the blood-stained root of an ancient tree. Ghost’s expression turned extremely cold, his gaze darkly fixed on the severed finger as strands of silver-white silk returned to the girl standing before him, splitting into fine threads like the finest of silkworm threads. The silver-white light of the silk radiated a strong yet gentle healing brilliance, slowly retracting into the wound in Fang Geyu’s pierced chest, the bleeding wound visibly closing up and stopping blood flow, leaving only a mottled bloodstain on her red wedding dress. Ghost seemed to recognize the origin of the silver thread, anger mingled with a confused doubt, he declared with a heavy voice, “Si Fang Exhausted!” “Incorrect, it is Si Fang Jin,” Fang Geyu, without a hint of triumph in her eyes, exuded an arrogance that seemed to know no bounds. For facing the fearsome and shuddering Ghost, she didn’t flee from the brink of death but instead walked towards him with light steps. The deer-skin boots beneath her red dress skirt insultingly crushed the fallen finger into the dirt. And once again, she had been saved by him. Upon confirming it truly was Si Fang Jin, Ghost felt a sinking feeling. Si Fang Jin was a top-grade Immortal Device rarely seen in the Mortal World, and if one won its recognition and forged it around the heart, with his current cultivation, it would be impossible to completely destroy the protective Immortal Device. Not to mention, Si Fang Jin inherently had the miraculous power of resurrection. As long as the Immortal Device remained undamaged, the netherworld would not perish. What puzzled him most was that Si Fang Jin was clearly the second prize for the Xianling City Grand Examination, so how did it come to be in this girl’s possession so early? Could it be the Empress’s favoritism? But what of it? With a cruel smirk on his lips, Ghost recalled how he went mad three thousand years ago. He was a beastly madman, an irrational murderer! He kept his promise to guard the gate for that remarkable individual, and that didn’t mean he had to measure the divine god’s intentions, even fearing to kill a person. “Girl, you’re lucky to have Si Fang Jin protecting your heart and fate. It’s hard for me to kill you,” Ghost suddenly laughed, his raspy laughter sounding eerie and manic in the dim space. “But I can tear off your limbs, chop off your head, hang it under that apricot blossom tree, release those walking corpses from the ground’s corpse soil, and let you watch your own body being gnawed and then rot in the dirt.” He smiled ominously and then a wave of extreme fervor surfaced, as if he had already foresaw that gruesome bloody scene, hearing the girl’s tragic screams, he hoarsely said, “I will show you, wanting to die yet unable to die, what kind of despair that is.” Ghost, with three thousand years of cultivation, may not possess the mysterious Taoist Techniques like some immortals that manifest words into reality, but his every word and phrase was filled with the curse power that could influence others’ hearts. This was a rare Talent that only a few ghosts could cultivate. It’s called ghost language.

Chapter 282 - 282 280 Ghost Language

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