Why are you sad?
Fang Zong believed that sadness stemmed from either experiencing or witnessing a tragedy. He didn't mind seeing any tragedy because he was confident he could turn things around.
"I now possess sufficient foundation."
Fang Zong chuckled softly, and with a wave of his hand, a small, verdant blade of grass appeared in his palm. "Since I returned to the Eastern Kingdom, Elder Meng took care of me for the first few months, and then you paved the way for everything for me. When I had secrets, you pretended not to know; when I acted impulsively, you cleaned up my messes. I would be heartbroken if you died, so I will not let such a tragedy happen."
Old Wang took a deep breath: "When did you become so fussy?"
"How can you give me any benefits without a few words of nagging!" Fang Zong's emotional expression vanished instantly. When Old Wang reached for the Spirit Transformation Grass, he shrank back and said with a grin, "It's hard to become a spirit ghost after death, but it's easy to become a ghost. Old Wang, you tell me yourself, what will you give in exchange for my Spirit Transformation Grass?"
"Isn't the entire Demon Slayer Corps enough for you?"
"That's true."
Fang Zong thought for a moment and then threw the Spirit-Turning Grass over.
The Spirit Transformation Herb can turn ghosts into military spirits, so they won't become unlike their living selves because of the ghosts' desire to eat people. Old Wang happily stuffed the Spirit Transformation Herb into his pocket, then immediately changed his expression and kicked Fang Zong hundreds of meters away.
"Get out of here! If you don't become a Netherworld Transformation master this time, you won't be assigned to the Ghost Slaying Team when you come back!"
Fang Zong, his buttocks throbbing with pain as if they had been split into eight pieces, jumped onto the fighter jet and left, muttering, "So what if you're the most powerful being among the supernatural beings?" and "Damn old ghost, just wait until you become a military spirit, and I'll see how I deal with you!" He chuckled softly as he imagined Wang Lao being thrown into the Military Spirit Valley in a sorry state, then turned back and waved, "Wang Lao, don't die so soon."
"I'll wait for you to come back and give you another kick..."
The two spoke softly, and because there was no telepathy, they knew the other couldn't hear them, yet it was as if they both heard each other.
As Fang Zong's fighter jet flew away, Old Wang stood there for ten minutes before his smile gradually faded.
Wang Zhian stepped out of the shadows, his carefree smile slowly turning into a straight line, and knelt down behind Old Wang.
"Zhi'an, is the isolation room ready?"
"I'm ready... Godfather!" Wang Zhian cried out, "A-Zong has already given you the Spirit Transformation Herb, why do you still want me to prepare an isolation room? Please take the Spirit Transformation Herb, please!"
The isolation room, to put it bluntly, is more like a 'suicide room'.
When the great generals are about to die, they will try to enter an isolation chamber of the same level. These isolation chambers are expensive to build and can prevent ghosts from coming out. When the great generals die inside, they will also spray lasers and electric fire, burning the ghosts they have become into nothingness.
Old Wang took out the Spirit-Turning Herb and examined it carefully.
The color of the Spirit-Turning Grass was incredibly alluring, resembling the green of spinach, the green of scallion hearts, and the lustrous color of tender tree buds. It was a green tinged with yellow, and even seemed to have a hint of blue, as if its spectrum was missing a wavelength... Old Wang gently stroked the dewdrops seeping from the Spirit-Turning Grass, as if caressing his own life.
“Zhi'an,”
Old Wang laughed and said, "The military spirit is the military power of a nation's destiny, just like our own military power in the East. It protects itself and also consumes a lot of national strength. Although I consider myself outstanding, I am nothing in the five thousand years of history. I hope that the nation's destiny can turn more valuable ghosts into military spirits, instead of letting me waste the power of the nation's destiny."
Wang Zhian crawled over and hugged Old Wang's leg: "No, godfather, please don't! You have devoted your whole life to the country and the people, can't you be selfish just this once?"
"cannot!"
Old Wang chuckled softly, and with a wave of his hand, he was about to crush the Spirit-Turning Grass.
"Well, you either eat it, or I'll give these three Spirit Transformation Herbs to them."
Suddenly someone spoke. The Yinshan Ghost King slowly walked over and said with a helpless expression, "Don't look at me. These three Spirit Transformation Herbs were given to me by Fang Zong. He tricked me, making me want to eat the Spirit Transformation Herbs but not daring to. Who would have thought that tricking me once wasn't enough, he just called me again and said that if I didn't threaten you, he would come back and kill me."
The Yinshan Ghost King explained in detail, took out three Spirit Transformation Herbs, and pulled out three ghosts.
The three ghosts were clearly the weakest kind of little ghosts. One was missing an arm, one was missing a leg, and the other was not only blind but also missing the lower half of his body, making him a top-tier cripple among ghosts. The Yinshan Ghost King placed three Spirit Transformation Herbs near the mouth of one of the ghosts: "Eat quickly, otherwise, with three more useless military souls, the loss to the Eastern Kingdom's Great Fortune will be even greater."
"Are you threatening me?"
"No, it's Fang Zong who's threatening you."
Upon hearing this, Old Wang's face twitched violently. "You two bastards!" he roared, stuffing the Spirit-Turning Grass into his mouth as if it were his father's murderer, chewing it fiercely and swallowing it. "Tell that brat that I must go find Old Meng and make Old Meng... damn it! When he comes back, I'll personally beat him up!" Old Wang, whose hair and beard were turning increasingly black, trembled with rage as he staggered away into the distance.
The Yinshan Ghost King behind him was covered in cold sweat. He stuffed the three little ghosts into his mouth and gnawed at them until he finally quieted down. He glared at Wang Zhian, who was grinning strangely.
Wang Zhian glared at him and retorted, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"If you hadn't tipped off Fang Zong, would I have been threatened by Fang Zong to come and threaten a mere fifth-level Transformation Realm expert?" Yinshan Ghost King refused to back down.
"So what? Do you think my godfather is stupid? He must have figured it out by now... He wouldn't even bear to hit me, what can you do to my father?"
Wang Zhian, with an utterly shameless air, casually grabbed the Yinshan Ghost King's ear, saying, "Come on, hit me! Don't forget I'm my godfather's godson, an external director of the Ghost Killing Team, and now Ah Zong's good friend and will be his most capable deputy in the future... Hit me, come on, I'll give you a handicap, hit me!"
"An average person lives to a hundred years old at most, and after you die..."
"I'm living for the moment, so go ahead and hit me!" Wang Zhian actually grabbed the Yinshan Ghost King's ear. His hand trembled. [My God, this is the ear of the big boss of ghosts!] Others would definitely be too scared to move, but Wang Zhian was more excited than afraid. He pulled hard on the Yinshan Ghost King's ear, his face flushed with excitement: "Hit me, hit me, hit me! Don't hold back, hit me!" He was extremely smug.
The Yinshan Ghost King stared coldly at Wang Zhian and took out a cell phone.
On the screen was Fang Zong's face, which was trying not to laugh. "Give him his request." Fang Zong pointed at Wang Zhian, trembling all over, his stomach churning with laughter.
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