Wang Hao was somewhat helpless. With his current strength, he really couldn't do anything to this female ghost who was like a tagalong. However, having a "hanging ghost" following him around made him feel uneasy.
"Big sister, don't get so close to me. Thousands of years have passed, and the curse power on your body has not completely disappeared. What if there is still curse power on your remnant soul? Wouldn't I suffer as well?"
Wang Hao had no ambiguity in his mind. "A woman three years older than you is like a gold brick; a woman thirty years older than you is like an empire; a woman three hundred years older than you is like an elixir of immortality; a woman three thousand years older than you is like a celestial being."
You have to understand, he himself lived for over ten thousand years in his previous life. If anyone should be hugging, it should be this female ghost. Why not just bring the female ghost along and have the Buddhists stand at the door?
Wang Hao's words seemed to touch the hanged-ghost-like female cultivator. Her white dress fluttered without wind, a dazzling bolt of lightning flashed, and the pale moon fell from the sky.
The next second, it appeared directly behind the woman, transforming into a blood moon that made her appear even more eerie, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
Amidst the crackling thunder, the woman before the blood moon slowly raised her head, her long hair fluttering as she revealed her true face—indeed, she was the female cultivator.
Her skin was snow-white and translucent, her beautiful face almost unreal, like a celestial being descended to earth, without a single flaw. Yet, as she stood before the blood moon, she possessed an eerie quality.
Wang Hao was not afraid of her. He put his hands behind his back and laughed, "I didn't expect you to have a wisp of remnant soul that wasn't killed by the curse of death. Well, if I can, I will preserve your physical body."
"But in exchange, you must pull me and that girl next door into this consciousness space every week. After all, only when we have the power can we protect your physical body from being desecrated."
The female cultivator remained silent. Her almost celestial, almost demonic, and peerless beauty had no effect on Wang Hao. He had seen many beautiful women and was not affected at all.
Just then, the surrounding light and shadow space began to distort and become incredibly blurry. In a daze, he seemed to see the woman smiling at him.
The next second, absolute darkness descended, and Wang Hao's consciousness returned instantly. He suddenly opened his eyes, and in an instant, it seemed as if two faint golden rays flashed across the room.
"Interesting. It's amazing that it was able to leave behind a wisp of soul under the curse of the Death Immortal. It seems that Earth has many secrets, and Tianxing must have the same."
Wang Hao murmured, feeling his own powerful strength, and couldn't help but laugh. At this moment, he had successfully broken through again, reaching the peak of the late stage of the Spiritual Awareness Realm.
He was only one step away from becoming a Great Perfection cultivator. This cultivation speed was simply astonishing. The mysteries of the consciousness space were only infinitely profound in the lower realms.
But for Wang Hao now, what he needs most is this kind of rare opportunity. Besides, he hasn't forgotten Shi Mengqi. Next time, the two of them can enter the consciousness space together.
Of course, entering the consciousness space to cultivate can increase the cultivation speed, but it also has certain drawbacks, namely that one cannot comprehend the Great Dao inside. However, this is not a problem for Wang Hao.
You should know that he was a Celestial King in his previous life. As long as there is enough spiritual energy, his cultivation level can be improved rapidly. As for Shi Mengqi, Wang Hao can guide her, so the drawbacks can be ignored.
Wang Hao felt it was necessary to revisit various famous mountains and rivers, first Mount Tai, then Mount Kunlun. All indications suggested that folded space might exist on Earth.
"I'm about to break through to the Qi Refining Realm. Then I'll know what's inside my body that can emit spiritual energy."
That night, Wang Hao drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile, and he was still smiling when he woke up at dawn. However, he soon had to get dressed and wash up.
Since I had to go to work today, I quickly ate a couple of bites of the breakfast Shi Mengqi made and hurriedly left the house.
Cars honking in the morning, crowded buses, hurried commuters, and students running with their backpacks—these scenes intertwine, marking the official start of a busy and stressful new day.
"It's time to get a new car. Now that I have the money, I can finally buy that RS7 I've been wanting for so long." Wang Hao glanced at his Volkswagen, then locked the door and went into his workplace.
"Am I early?" He realized he was the first to arrive at the office. Qu Mengying, who was young and loved to dress up, arrived more than ten minutes later, and the others didn't show up until half an hour later.
There wasn't much to do in the morning. He wrote a couple of lines of code and then started thinking about cultivation. Of course, he also kept an eye on the old man who loved fishing, Liu Jinlin.
In just one morning, Liu Jinlin made four or five phone calls, talking about everything from fishing to the storms of last night to the sunny weather today.
However, in Wang Hao's view, this was clearly an old colleague who spoke in jargon, and every sentence he uttered was a veiled expression of something.
Let's not even talk about fishing; he experienced it firsthand in Shennongjia. Last night's storm was definitely referring to the dismantling of the Red Moon Organization. As for the sunny weather starting today, it probably means that all parties should keep a low profile.
After that, Wang Hao felt that everyone seemed a bit off. For example, the guy with white-rimmed glasses was telling people that he had been playing games all night and was now exhausted.
The two middle-aged women who love square dancing were also talking quietly, saying that what goes around comes around, and that next time they would be the lead dancers and get one of the older women off the stage.
And then there's that somewhat sentimental colleague who loves to write poetry all the time. First thing this morning, he wrote one: "I use the sky as my curtain, and hang a string of dazzling fireworks. With a bang, they explode in such a colorful display, stunning the world."
Wang Hao's eyelids twitched as he listened. Who were these people? Did they all participate in some activity and blow up all the Red Moon Organization's warships?
"This lipstick color is wrong. It's not as pretty as the previous one, that poignant red. The blood-red color carried a sorrowful and melancholic air, which gave it a serene and otherworldly beauty."
Qu Mengting muttered to herself, making Wang Hao's scalp tingle. He felt as if everyone in the room was speaking coded language.
Finally, it was lunchtime. The colleagues chatted and laughed, taking Wang Hao, the newcomer, to try out a newly opened restaurant outside the lab.
Wang Hao ate without any appetite, somewhat absent-minded. Although he wanted to ask them, he was afraid of being too abrupt and direct.
After dinner, the older colleague was more composed and approached Wang Hao privately. However, his first question almost made Wang Hao jump up in anger because the older colleague asked him if he wanted to go fishing.
"Young man, you are still young, you still have passion, you still have youth to be moved to tears, cherish it."
Wang Hao asked him with a dark face, "Do you want me to be bait again?"
"What are you thinking? I'm just inviting you to go fishing in that artificial lake behind the lab that's been abandoned for several years. There are reeds growing there, and the wild fish are plump."
Wang Hao looked at him suspiciously. Was this old colleague vaguely admitting that he was the old high-ranking member of the exploration organization?
His old colleague seemed to know what he was thinking and admitted it directly, saying, "Let's go, we just had lunch, let's chat as we walk, and go fishing for a while." He was fully prepared; in the trunk of his old white car, there were all kinds of fishing gear.
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