Yinshan Record

Chapter 67 Converting the Ghost General
The black light landed, and a chilling aura spread out.

Standing before me was a fierce ghost covered in black armor. The armor plates were all condensed with yin energy, and there were faint black runes on the plates, each one twisted like a dragon or snake.

This vengeful ghost wore a helmet without a clear face; on the left was a human face showing anger, and on the right was a human face showing joy.

He held a large shield with a demon mask in his hand, but had no other weapons.

Faldor spat out the demon general, which seemed to have swelled up even more.

Su Che felt grateful. He originally had nine magic talismans, but after refining the great demon's soul, he now had eighteen.

It seems that there will be further gains after refining the essence of the great demon.

Su Che directed the eighteen magic talismans aside, and his confidence surged a hundredfold.

There are countless great demons in Xuan Mountain. If I can kill all these demons and turn them into ghost soldiers, how much higher will my cultivation level rise?
Who else but me can slay demons and monsters?
The ghost general held a large shield in one hand and bowed with the other.

"Greetings, Lord You."

"Who are you?"

"I am Xiongxiu, the vanguard under the Black Mountain Monster. Now, I have been converted by Lord You and have become a disciple of the Zhou Jueyin Heavenly Palace. I am willing to serve Lord You."

What is the Black Mountain Monster plotting?

"Now that I have been converted by Lord You, I have become a disciple of the Jueyin Heavenly Palace of King Zhou and am willing to serve Lord You."

This ghost general doesn't seem to be very smart.

What skills do you have?

"When the six qi were high and distant, King Zhou was banished from the underworld, King You was saved from calamity, and all spirits submitted to him."

"The divine might of the Lord of the Underworld commands the submission of all ghosts."

“My divine might shines brightly, only I, Lord You, am splendid.”

Is all that's left of their language skills—flattery?

Su Che looked at the ghost general in front of him. His body was filled with deep yin energy, and he should also have the cultivation level of the eighth rank. However, he didn't know what cultivation level this great demon had when he was alive, or who killed him and who was responsible for his death, leaving only his essence.

What are the plans of the demons of Xuanshan?
Su Che, with a thought that could be extinguished, unfolded the folding fan in his hand.

"please."

With a shout, the ghost general transformed into a shadowy figure and entered the fan. A burly, black-armored warrior appeared on the fan, looking somewhat out of place.

Ghosts have substance but no form, and relying on this paper can serve as a way to deceive people.

"Mr. Yue, this is..."

Wen Cai was momentarily dumbfounded. Wasn't this Mr. Yue a sword cultivator? How come his methods of playing with ghosts were almost on par with his own master?

"It's nothing. This is a Taoist technique I practice as a sideline. The black light just now was transformed from the spirit of a great demon. If we let it go back to the mountains, who knows what kind of calamity will arise in the future."

Su Che sighed deeply, his heart filled with compassion.

Wen Cai was somewhat bewildered and didn't know what to say.

He simply said, "Mr. Yue, I don't know how my master is doing either. The monsters in Xuan Mountain are running around like madmen. Sigh, we'd better find them as soon as possible..."

Su Che glanced at the guy. At first, he thought the guy was dull and clumsy, and he couldn't understand why Lin Jiugong would take on such a disciple.

It now seems that this person was not inherently bad.

Having just been captured by demons and having his master and disciples scattered by the killings, his first thought upon regaining his freedom was not to run away, but to go and help his master.

Such honesty is rare.

"Don't worry. I just heard you mention those friends of your master. They should all be highly skilled people. They should be fine together. Wencai, you should worry more about the two of us."

"Mr. Yue's swordsmanship is superb, and his Taoist magic is also profound. I'm not too afraid of him."

Wencai chuckled.

Su Che used his magic to raise the Spirit-Stabilizing Bell, its resounding notes isolating the demonic miasma. The two of them headed towards Niushou Village, one after the other.

Above Niushou Village, beams of clear light rose, like the moon rising and clouds falling, dispelling most of the evil atmosphere and miasma in the village.

Lin Jiugong and Song Qi each wrote out yellow talismans, which were then pasted on the doors of each household in the village.

"Everyone says that the Shangqing Talismanic Arts are unparalleled in the world. Today, I, Old Qin, have truly witnessed it."

The fierce and evil monk Qin Ben's injuries have mostly healed. He practices the Buddhist Vidyaraja Dharma, and his recovery ability is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Swordsman Chu Yuan smiled upon hearing his words.

"The Shangqing Talisman contains the mysteries of Yin and Yang in the universe. If one is a true master of Shangqing Talisman Techniques, a single talisman can transform this evil miasma into a peaceful atmosphere."

Chu Yuan looked at Song Qi on the other side.

"If you ask me, Brother Lin and that Mr. Song are still a bit lacking in their talismanic skills."

"Old Chu, you want to test your sword again?"

Qin Ben frowned: "That guy surnamed Song is definitely problematic. You should wait a moment, right now..."

“I naturally understand the principle of sharing weal and woe,” Chu Yuan said, looking at Qin Ben. “But aren’t you curious why this Mr. Song is rushing into Xuanshan at this time?”

Qin Ben glanced at the gray-robed old man and Ma Shoude, who were putting up talismans on the other side.

“That dwarf’s breath smelled of death, and his body reeked of dirt. Even if the Song family is from the Shangqing lineage, he’s no different from a heretic now.” Chu Yuan looked at Qin Ben and said, “We should be extra careful.”

Yuan Caiyi stretched and watched them chatter on.

The man surnamed Chu was whispering among himself and the foolish monk, unaware that the other side was also discussing how to guard against a sudden attack from them.

The woman's clothes were indeed comfortable to wear, loose, soft, and smooth. "Yuan Caiyi" shook her neck comfortably. He, Grandpa Yuan, always kept to himself and didn't concern himself with such trivial matters.

Here, it's up to you and me to calculate.

If it were up to his nature, he could simply take out his Iron Cudgel and finish off that Black Mountain Monster with one blow.

Why bother with these trivial matters?
Yuan Caiyi was "Wuzhiqi".

After joining the Zhongshan Society, Zhongyuan bestowed upon him the "Eight-Nine Yuan Gong," a skill with countless variations.

It was precisely because of this achievement that he infiltrated the Censorate and uncovered a great deal of information. As a result, he attracted the attention of three fifth-rank experts from the Censorate, who pursued him relentlessly. In the end, he had no choice but to disguise himself as a woman to evade their pursuit.

The disciples of Qingwang Valley are all women who practice medicine and distribute medicine, making them the easiest to disguise themselves.

Firstly, disciples of Qingwang Valley love to roam the world, and their presence anywhere is never out of place.

Secondly, since all the disciples of Qingwang Valley are women, it saves a lot of trouble.

Who would believe that the vicious bandits who wreaked havoc at the Censorate would wear women's clothes?
Wuzhiqi was somewhat smug.

If you do the math, the censorate experts who are chasing him are probably close to the northern kingdom by now.

His eyes looked upwards in all directions.

These younger generation couldn't see it, but he could see it clearly: a small yellow umbrella was hanging high above Xuan Mountain, spinning incessantly.

Guided by the small umbrella, streams of demonic and miasma surged like a river.

These are the people the little fox chose.

Wuzhiqi wanted to laugh to himself.

To be honest, apart from Guo Bei's unfathomable Yin-Yang Dharma King, there is no one else here who is worthy of his attention.

Only Chu Yuan from Yuyang Mountain is somewhat of a talent; the rest are not even worth mentioning.

Wuzhiqi looked around with his demonic eyes and saw a rather flamboyant young man in white robes leading a middle-aged man with somewhat lewd behavior appear at the village entrance.

Isn't this Lin Daoren's disciple? What's he doing here?

(End of this chapter)