Having done all this, the surrounding mist instantly engulfed her. The wailing and howling of ghosts echoed throughout the entire town of Shuiyao.

A series of rustling ghostly whispers rang in her ears, but Xiang Wan ignored them without even frowning.

"A body of pure Yin! Your sense of smell was indeed correct."

"Quickly surround it to prevent other ghosts from taking the opportunity to steal it."

"With him, there is hope for the adult to be reborn."

"The woman next to us is not bad either. The adults are eating meat, so we can get some too."

"There are still people over there, so we'll have plenty to choose from later."

"Giggle giggle giggle..."

"Ugh—! Noisy!" A rough voice instantly silenced the surrounding ghostly whispers.

A thick, damp atmosphere, carrying the stench of death, swept over us. A figure, barely visible, slowly stepped onto the bluestone path. Amidst the "plop," "plop" sounds, the dripping of water droplets could be heard.

Xiang Wan opened her eyes and saw that blurry figure, against the backdrop of mist, left behind rolling waves of fog, as if carrying bursts of thunder, its power overwhelming.

"Time changes everything, life and death are but fleeting clouds. Even if we could start over, things would be completely different, so why bother?"

Upon seeing that figure, Xiang Wan's heart stirred. She remembered that she was no longer a monk, but she still couldn't help wanting to offer some advice.

The figure didn't stop; a sigh escaped, followed by a sigh of emotion.

"I can't remember how long it's been, but I've heard the same thing again. What a pity... what a pity!"

A thick, dense cloud of fog swept towards evening.

Xiang Wan was already used to things like fighting at the drop of a hat.

She quickly formed a hand seal, unleashing a ghost-suppressing talisman. Then, she took out the Eastern Pearl, using her spiritual power to propel it into the thick fog blocked by the talisman, and flew towards the figure along the fog.

With a "crack," the pearl shattered, and then an even thicker cloud of black mist swept in towards evening.

The exorcising sword was drawn, its blade flashing as it faced the black mist.

"In that case, I'm determined to have this body!"

The figure instantly transformed into black smoke, swirling around Xiangwan from all directions and simultaneously stirring up the surrounding mist to form a large vortex.

As Xiang Wan got up, the spirit-summoning talisman instantly ignited, and she was about to pat it on her shoulder when it was dispersed by the black energy.

Now, only a wisp of yang fire remains on her head, her yin energy overwhelming her yang. If she's not careful, she could easily be possessed by this evil spirit. Xiang Wan channeled all her energy into her exorcism technique, resisting the evil spirit's invasion while shouting at Feng Wuyan, "If you don't act now, don't blame me for being merciless with my sword!"

"Eight Directions Ghost-Locking Formation, activate!"

The black flag and silver threads hidden in the mist flashed briefly after Feng Wuyan channeled his magic power into them, and then swelled with the wind, giving the impression of covering the sky and the sun.

The area above their heads was covered by silver threads, and a beam of white light formed an intricate cage along the threads, enveloping both Xiang Wan and the dark figure.

The righteous energy kept growing stronger, and not only the black smoke within the formation, but even Xiang Wan felt uncomfortable.

Do you want to destroy her and this evil spirit together?

Xiang Wan's lips curled up; now, this was truly her battlefield!