All the members are good people, only the host is a pervert

Suddenly, a piercing whistle echoed, and a vast crack appeared in the sky, as if torn apart by an invisible giant hand, revealing a pitch-black abyss on the other side. It was the portal to the underworld, a world filled with the aura of death, slowly opening its arms to the human world. Through the crack, gusts of icy wind blew, carrying a strong stench of decay that was terrifying.

As the fissure widened, a bone-chilling wind blew from it, carrying the rich scent of decay and death. Like an invisible blade, this wind slashed through everything around it, instantly stripping away the branches and leaves of nearby trees and withering the grass, leaving no trace of life. The ground began to tremble, as if some massive creature was stirring beneath the earth, ready to burst forth at any moment. Then, countless twisted and distorted figures emerged from the fissure. Some were translucent ghosts, some were hideous demons, and some were monstrous, indescribable beasts. These creatures from the ghost realm, filled with hatred and resentment, pounced upon the human world, their eyes burning with vengeance, intent on destroying all that was good.

Countless ghosts, ghost generals, and ghost kings swarmed towards the crowd. Seeing this, everyone unleashed their unique skills to fight the surging ghosts. Their cultivation levels naturally couldn't compare to those of the Mahayana or early-stage Tribulation Elders. Unable to withstand the sheer numbers, they were overwhelmed by the overwhelming force, wave after wave. For a moment, swords flashed, spells flew, and the entire scene became a chaotic mess.

What was Lin Ruan doing at this moment? She was sending lightning sticks to everyone, stuffing handfuls after handfuls into the hands of the powerful. No matter who received a handful of sticks, they would still be stunned.

"Junior apprentice brother, lightning-struck jujube wood is hard to come by. Where did you get so many?" asked an elder.

Not all thunder can create lightning-struck wood. It requires natural thunder. Thunder tribulation is not enough. The power of thunder tribulation is too great. Wherever it goes, no grass will grow. Even jujube wood cannot survive under the thunder.

At this moment, Lin Ruan arrogantly threw a handful of wooden sticks at the evil ghost and said, "Uncle Master, times have changed. Technology has changed the world."

"What does this mean?" asked the elder.

Lin Ruan explained to them what a lightning rod was. The elder sighed and said, "Wonderful! We were so focused on spiritual power and magic that we never imagined such a rare thing existed among the common people."

Lin Ruan simply and arrogantly placed the lightning-struck wooden sticks from each space button into a Qiankun bag, handed one to each elder, and said, "Masters, please feel free to throw them away. I have plenty more here."

Suddenly, all these low-level evil ghosts disappeared, and what reappeared was the Ghost Emperor led by four late Mahayana ghosts, and the ghost kings behind them were at least in the fusion stage. The elders blocked Lin Ruan and other juniors behind them and started fighting with the Ghost Emperor and others.

The elders in the Mahayana and Tribulation Crossing stages summoned their respective natal magical weapons, whether radiant golden swords, endlessly spinning flywheels, or jade pendants that swallowed up the sun and moon, and launched them at the enemy. The Ghost Emperor responded with strange and varied tactics: they transformed into countless ghostly figures, disrupting vision and waiting for sneak attacks; they condensed ghost energy into shields, resisting attacks while counterattacking; and some even manipulated dead energy to form highly corrosive ghost fog, attempting to erode the elders' protective magic.

The battle intensified, the attacks from both sides crisscrossing like a violent storm, each entwining and inextricable. The Elders' magical weapons and the Ghost Emperors' psychic abilities intertwined in the air, unleashing dazzling yet dangerous energy explosions. Each collision shook the heavens and the earth, trembling the mountains and rivers as if the entire world were trembling.

Master Huineng, the abbot of Jinguang Zen Temple, formed hand seals and chanted a mantra. A golden halo emanated from his body, his protective Qi, an indestructible force. The Ghost Emperor, unwilling to be outdone, opened his maw and unleashed streams of ghostly green fire, aiming for the opponent's vital points. The collision was like a collision between Mars and Earth, generating a powerful surge of energy. The fire sizzled as it touched the protective Qi, but it could not penetrate the seemingly thin barrier. Master Huineng seized the opportunity, and with a flash of his body, he teleported behind the Ghost Emperor. His staff, a dazzling golden light, swung at the Ghost Emperor's weak spot.

Not only this one, but the others also displayed their magical powers. With the concerted efforts of the elders, two of the four Ghost Emperors died, and the two seriously injured quickly fled back to the ghost realm. The other evil ghosts also began to dissipate, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, quickly retreating, leaving behind a devastated battlefield.

The head of Jiutian Huafu and his elders formed a huge magic circle and sealed the crack in the sky. The formation formed a bright beam of light that shot straight into the center of the crack.

The surging ghostly energy at the crack began to weaken, and slowly, the dark passage connecting the two worlds began to shrink. Seeing this, the other elders also used their own vast spiritual power to bless the formation. Before everyone's eyes, the crack seemed to be stitched together by an invisible force, first slowly, then accelerating, until finally, only a pinprick of slit remained, and then it disappeared completely, as if it had never existed. At the same time, the haze that had shrouded the battlefield also dissipated, and the sun once again shone down, and all things revived and flourished.

It's finally over. Lin Ruan breathed a sigh of relief. With her system and her own space, she wasn't worried about the Ghost Emperor or anything like that harming her safety. But! But! Let's be honest! Why is the Ghost Realm so smelly? ???

The remaining finishing work was handed over to the people sent by the various sect leaders. Venerable Ruoshui, Venerable Ziyang, Venerable Yuliu and Venerable Wuzhao, along with the injured Venerable Qingmu, Jun Jianhen and Lin Ruan, returned to Changyun Sect together.

When they arrived at Yuhua Peak, before they could even lie down, Venerable Qingmu handed a jade box to Lin Ruan and said gently, "Nannan, eat it first. I'll ask Master Yuhua to come and check if your Soul-Splitting Disease has healed."

Lin Ruan obediently agreed and ate the Soul Infant Fruit in front of Venerable Qingmu. As if finally relieved, Venerable Qingmu closed his eyes and fainted.

Lin Ruan was fine. After taking the Soul Infant Fruit, he meditated and refined it. Although his face alternated between pale and red, his expression showed little pain. About two incense sticks later, Lin Ruan slowly opened his eyes, sensed the soul power within him, and discovered that his soul-splitting illness had indeed healed.

System: "The Soul-Splitting Disease has indeed been cured~ Host, do you want me to remind you that you don't have the Soul-Splitting Disease at all! You're pretending and taking it seriously. Tsk, eating a Soul Infant Fruit is no different from eating an apple, okay?"

Lin Ruan ignored it. The system thought that she had fabricated the soul-splitting disease in order to film this group pet mission. Little did she know that when she learned that the next world was the world of immortal cultivation, she had made plans to keep a backup plan for herself.

After all, technology is no match for it, so it's better to use metaphysics to fight back. If the system fails, she still has a glimmer of hope.

"Nannan, how do you feel?" Venerable Ruoshui fed his elixir to Venerable Qingmu, so she woke up before Lin Ruan opened her eyes. Seeing Lin Ruan open his eyes, she asked hurriedly.

"Daddy, Mommy, Senior Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother, my soul-splitting disease has been cured." Lin Ruan said with a smile.

"Dog Seventeen, this can be considered the finale, right?" Lin Ruan asked in his mind when he saw the family scene captured by the system's perspective.

The system said, "Okay, okay, host, when are you going to leave this world? The anchor point is almost inserted."

Lin Ruan said: "Why rush? This time I want to wait until the day I ascend to heaven."

System: "Alright, alright, as long as you're happy. Host, what mission would you like to take on in the next world?"

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Lin Ruan: "No, I'm tired, I want to rest for a lifetime."

System: Tired? Oh no, you’re not tired at all! A bunch of people pamper you, I film and edit your videos, I even find the scripts for you, and you say you’re tired! ! ! !

System: "Okay, host."

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