Startled, Daoist Yimu uttered incredulously, "You...you're still alive?"
“Master, your disciple has returned from hell, and has come here…” Fang Yue chuckled, “to send you to hell.”
Yimu said, "Boasting!"
Fang Yue smiled elegantly, "If I said that I would drag the entire Xuanmen into hell, would Master say I'm crazy?"
"There are so many people in the Xuanmen sect. Even if you come out of the Ghost Gate alive, so what? You are still just one person." Yi Mu was calm and composed, showing no fear whatsoever.
"Master is very confident?"
Yimu said with righteous indignation, "Since ancient times, evil has never prevailed over good. You are half-human and half-demon, with an evil body. How can you possibly defeat the righteous army?"
"In that case, I shall kill my master last."
"put……"
"Ah!" A disciple's scream interrupted Yimu's unspoken, arrogant "肆" (si, meaning presumptuous/arrogant).
Yi Mu felt a warm liquid splashing on his body. He looked at the person screaming beside him and saw that one of his most valued disciples had exploded and died. His limbs and flesh were scattered on the people around him. Because Xuanmen people often wore white clothes, the blood and gore in the night seemed even more dazzling.
Yi Mu was speechless for a long time. Before he became the sect leader, he had also slain demons and monsters, and his hands were stained with blood. But in all these hundreds of years, he had never seen anyone kill people in such a brutal way!
Fang Yue withdrew his hand, seemingly quite troubled. "Next... which one should I choose?"
Not only Yi Mu, but the other disciples were also shocked and had no reaction. This man... before, he was the selfless and world-loving senior brother Chu Yu, but now... who is he now, ruthless and treating human life like grass?
This is a completely unfamiliar man.
Yimu couldn't believe it. "Impossible... How could you... How could you have such the ability to kill from a distance? Even if you're a demon, you couldn't possibly have this kind of cultivation!"
"A demon?" Fang Yue scoffed, then kindly explained, "When the heart dies, the soul dies. Even if my body is still alive, I am still... a dead person. The ghost realm is desolate, filled only with mournful wails. There, I abandoned my identity as a human and also my identity as a demon. Omniscient Daoist Yimu, my master, tell me, what am I now?"
"It's... a ghost cultivator."
Fang Yue exclaimed in admiration, "Not bad, he's a ghost cultivator."
In this world, there are those who cultivate immortality, those who cultivate demonic arts, and naturally, there are those who cultivate ghosts. However, ghost cultivators have always existed only in legends. In the vast history of thousands of years, no one has ever encountered a ghost cultivator or become one. Gradually, this has become an ethereal existence.
In the Ghost Realm, there is a withered maple tree. After Fang Yue entered the Ghost Realm, the ghostly energy there could not devour his life force, and the ghosts there could not harm him, because he possessed... the Longevity Curse that he had obtained by trading his life for Feng Guang's.
He had tried to find Feng Guang's soul in the Ghost Realm, but he couldn't. He thought that perhaps Feng Guang appeared in the Ghost Realm seven hundred years later, or perhaps... Feng Guang was absorbed by the ghostly energy here as soon as he entered the Ghost Realm.
Fang Yue grew accustomed to the taste of despair. Gradually, he began to enjoy sitting under the maple tree, sinking into his dreams every day, dreaming of Feng Guang appearing in his dreams. But Feng Guang never actually entered his dreams. He guessed that perhaps the ghosts and monsters around him were too noisy, making Feng Guang afraid to come looking for him.
So he began to kill ghosts relentlessly. The ghosts vanished into nothingness, and his killing aura grew stronger and stronger until all the ghosts would immediately flee at the mere sight of his presence.
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