Heh! Heh! Heh!

The pitch-black skull formed from resentful energy emitted a strange laugh that was inaudible to mortals. Ordinary people could feel that the temperature in the courtyard seemed to drop, and they could also feel the ominous and malicious atmosphere in the air.

However, just as Feng Bingwen was about to make a move, he saw that the skeleton, which clearly still had some power left and could even use the trajectory of the divine spell to backfire on the old Taoist, gave up and disintegrated into a ball of solid black energy in mid-air, falling back onto Young Master Li.

"..."

Upon seeing this, Feng Bingwen immediately lowered his raised hand, not making a move rashly; something was clearly wrong.

Just now, the resentment emanating from Young Master Li seemed to appear out of nowhere, suddenly surging and almost instantly negating the effect of the purification spell, while also severely injuring the old Taoist priest who cast the spell.

By this time, the Li family had realized what was happening and quickly helped the old Taoist priest, who had fallen to the ground and was barely breathing, up. Although he hadn't solved their young master's problem, the man was clearly half-dead, so they couldn't treat him unfairly.

"I already said, no one can erase the magical mark that Nixia left on me!"

However, compared to the worried old master and matriarch of the Li family, the eldest son of the Li family, who was the first to bear the brunt of the situation, was calm and composed, clearly having experienced many similar things before.

"You beast, shut up!"

Seeing yet another highly skilled Taoist priest fail to exorcise the evil spirit, Master Li, whose face had already darkened completely, roared in anger.

"Shut up then."

Seemingly due to the old man's formidable authority, the obviously abnormal young master Li obediently shut his mouth, but still couldn't help muttering something under his breath.

"It's wrong to want you to avoid wasting money."

Boom—

No sooner had the young master finished speaking than a bolt of blue-white lightning struck straight down in broad daylight. Amidst the explosion of the lightning, the纨绔子弟 (a spoiled, dissolute young man) who showed no signs of cultivation and spent his days indulging in debauchery was completely unharmed.

However, the sudden thunderbolt startled him. He looked up at the clear sky, his already pale face turning even more bloodless, and he practically scrambled into the house.

"You beast! Even God can't stand it anymore!"

Master Li, who was also startled by the sudden lightning strike, cursed angrily. However, he quickly recovered and ordered the two strong servants behind him...

"Go, drag the young master out of the room, don't let him hide inside!"

"Master, what if Hong'er gets killed by this?"

The old woman, dressed in fine clothes but with a worried expression, asked anxiously.

"It would be best if he were killed, as it would also cleanse the evil spirits from his body and give our Li family some peace and quiet!"

The old master of the Li family shouted angrily, and then, ignoring the pleas of his wife, ordered his men to drag his eldest son out of the room. But at that moment, no second bolt of lightning struck from the sky.

However, after the first bolt of lightning struck, a chilling aura inexplicably appeared in the once peaceful backyard. The servants and maids seemed to sense it, but they couldn't figure out the source.

However, Feng Bingwen, who had just unleashed his thunder magic, looked solemn. In his eyes, the courtyard was filled with black mist and thick yin energy, but the golden crow's yang power suppressed it, so it did not show any abnormality.

However, in the house where that young master Feng had just hidden, a graceful figure appeared. But that charming figure did not amaze people; instead, it sent chills down their spines. A pair of blood-red eyes filled with resentment looked at Feng Bingwen.

"If you don't want to die, don't meddle in other people's business!"

A cold, chilling voice rang in his ears, and then the beautiful figure vanished without a trace. Feng Bingwen was not attacked as expected.

"That's interesting!"

Upon being warned and threatened for the first time, Feng Bingwen narrowed his eyes. He saw Young Master Li being carried into the courtyard by two servants, waiting for the second lightning strike. He did not use lightning magic again.

The lightning strike was just a test. As it turned out, this young master Li had indeed provoked a powerful ghost, seemingly a female ghost, who left an unknown mark on his body.

Erasing the mark is not difficult for Feng Bingwen, but the real problem is that this young master has been targeted by a powerful ghost. If the trouble is not resolved, the old man who has formed a karmic relationship with him may also be implicated.

"Let's ask the City God!"

Once the thought was made up, Feng Bingwen turned and left. The fact that no ghosts or gods came to patrol after such a huge commotion was clearly abnormal. He could still feel the vast power hidden in the east of the city.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the Li residence, a faint, delicate sandalwood fragrance filled the bustling street. A tall figure dressed in a red robe, holding a vermilion pen and an iron scroll, appeared on the street and bowed slightly to Feng Bingwen upon seeing him.

"Xu Yuanshan, the civil judge of Yongcheng, greets Mr. Feng!"

"What's the story behind this young master of the Li family?"

Feng Bingwen remained expressionless, showing no courtesy to this deity whose strength was comparable to that of an ordinary county city god. Instead, he directly questioned the situation, stating that, strictly speaking, the deity had seriously neglected his duties and failed to fulfill his obligation to protect the people and ensure their safety.

"Please be patient, Mr. Feng, and allow me to explain!"

Upon seeing this solemn-faced young man, Xu Yuanshan, a judge of the city, felt a slight tremor in his heart. Although the other party did not seem to be very strong, he had a feeling that he could be judged at any moment.

"To condone the evil deeds of ghosts is dereliction of duty!"

“Mr. Feng, Li Shaohong’s current predicament is entirely his own fault, not due to our inaction.”

Seeing the displeasure of this reincarnated sage, Wenpan did not dare to question why he had suddenly appeared here and even cared about a spoiled young master. Instead, he earnestly explained the reason why their spirits and gods were not doing their job.

"Three years ago, this man was addicted to wine and women, spending his days in brothels and pleasure houses and not returning home for several months. This finally enraged his father, who could no longer tolerate it and directly ordered that no brothel or pleasure house should dare to receive him."

Later, lured by a group of disreputable friends, this man went to a ghost market deep in the mountains at midnight, where he experienced the pleasure of mating with ghosts for the first time, and afterwards, he couldn't stop himself.

Speaking of this young master Li, even the most composed ghost couldn't help but show disdain on his face.

"During this process, this spoiled brat was repeatedly corrupted by yin energy. His father and mother donated a large amount of money to the City God Temple in exchange for divine talismans, which saved him from illness and replenished his depleted yang energy on several occasions."

However, relying on his family's wealth, this person became increasingly unscrupulous. No longer satisfied with the relatively docile ghosts and fox spirits in the ghost market, he sought out haunted houses and dangerous places at the instigation of some people from all walks of life.

Because this person was outside our jurisdiction, we don't know what he experienced in the wilderness. We only know that over a year ago, he provoked a powerful ghost.

"Someone with an extremely powerful background?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but interrupt the judge's explanation.

The attitude of righteous gods, worshipped by the people, towards ghosts is almost self-evident. Would gods even consider the background of ghosts? This is the first time I've heard of such a thing.

"yes."

How big is it?

"Have you ever heard of the Kingdom of the Unstable Ghosts?"

"This is the first time I've heard of it today."

Feng Bingwen couldn't help but frown. The cultivation world of Daqian seemed to be even more treacherous than he had anticipated. It was one thing that Yunze Prefecture had a Dragon Palace presided over by a true dragon, but there was also a Ghost Kingdom that even the gods and ghosts of the prefecture had to be wary of.

Even if it's the first time you've heard of it, you can guess that it must be a place teeming with ghosts, or even a gathering place of ten thousand ghosts, to qualify as a ghost kingdom.

However, how could the officials of Daqian tolerate the existence of such a vicious and evil land? If he were the emperor, he would spare no effort to wipe it out, unless this ghost country had a strong person in charge who would not cause trouble and had a reason to exist.

"The Kingdom of No Destiny was established by the Yin Chi Ghost King in the Qingmang Mountains. It will take in all wandering, homeless, and wronged ghosts and spirits in the world. As long as they are ghosts, they will not be refused entry. Moreover, no matter how strong a ghost is, it will never be able to leave without the Ghost King's permission."

"Um!"

Feng Bingwen nodded slightly. The existence of this Wuding Ghost Kingdom filled the gaps in the City God system and could reduce the number of wronged souls and vengeful ghosts in the wilderness.

But that's not enough. Compared to the ghost kingdoms scattered in the wilderness, the ghost kingdoms that can gather ghosts are even more terrifying, which is enough to show that the Yin Chi Ghost King is not weak.

"Is this eldest son of the Li family the one who has provoked the ghosts of the Ghost Kingdom?"

"Yes, this纨绔 (wán kù, a spoiled brat) offended one of the Yin Chi Ghost King's maids. He somehow managed to subdue her when she left the Ghost King's kingdom, and then..."

At this point, a very subtle expression appeared on Wenpan's face, as if he was ashamed to speak, but under Feng Bingwen's calm gaze, he continued.

"He was raped!"

"..."

Feng Bingwen fell silent for a moment. No wonder the ghosts and gods of Yongcheng were too lazy to care about this spoiled brat. This guy had really courted death by raping a female ghost of such great importance with his mortal body. If it were him, he wouldn't want to get involved either.

"Wasn't this guy killed?"

"According to our investigation, it is said that after the Ghost King's maid broke free from her restraints, she did indeed intend to extract the soul of this纨绔子弟 (a spoiled young master) and refine it to death."

However, they unexpectedly discovered that this纨绔's soul was extremely special, so they didn't kill him on the spot. Instead, they placed a curse on him, and his soul gradually absorbed the blood essence. After eighteen months, the curse took effect, and the man died instantly, turning into a ghost. At that time, people from the Ghost Kingdom would come to take him away.

"Was this information sent by someone from the Kingdom of No Destiny?"

Feng Bingwen suddenly spoke.

"The sages are wise and discerning!"

Judge Wen was taken aback, then bowed and answered.