As the man and the demon left, not even a moment had passed before Qiao San, whose chest had been pierced, began to emit a red glow. This time, the red light was clearly twice as intense as the last.
He moved. Qiao San’s limbs began to tremble slightly, and the gaping wound in his chest began to miraculously heal at an incredible speed!
Struck through the heart—he was truly blessed with great fortune!
Bei Gongzheng’s killing intent had been sufficient. Although his magical powers were still insufficient, with the divine strength of the Demon-Annihilating Bow, Bei Gongzheng’s Ten-Sun Body smoothly entered its second death tribulation!
Moreover, another unexpected benefit awaited Qiao San, making him extremely grateful for this heart-piercing arrow.
The immortal and indestructible Ten-Sun Body did not awaken immediately. As the blood from his chest soaked into the “broken book” in his arms, a line of strange characters floated out from the book.
—”To learn the Ghost Sutra, one must endure piercing by a blade; to shed the mortal shell and enter my Ghost Gate!”
“Servant greets Master!” A glowing halo suddenly appeared in Qiao San’s spiritual realm. As always, the spirit of the magical book spoke in a stiff, flat tone: “Master, you may now begin cultivation of the Ghost Sutra!”
“Phew…” Before Qiao San’s stunned soul could recover, a stream of strange characters flew out from the glowing orb, swirling like thousands of dancing silver snakes that filled the illusory realm. Then, in a flash, they surged like a thousand rivers returning to their source, drilling straight into the top of his soul.
“Ahh! What did you do to me, Spirit of the Book?” His soul’s head swelled ten times in size, feeling as if it would burst. The mischievous soul figure jumped about, half-laughing in discomfort.
“Reporting to Master, I have merely inscribed the words of the Ghost Sutra into your life imprint. You now possess the first layer of the Ghost Sutra’s power. As for the subsequent spells, I will explain them in detail when the time comes.”
Not long after the man and the demon left, a red glow began to emanate from Qiao San, whose heart had been pierced. This red light was noticeably twice as intense as the last time it appeared.
Moving, Qiao San’s limbs began to tremble slightly, and the large hole in his chest miraculously healed at an astonishing speed!
He had been shot through the heart—what a stroke of luck!
Beigong Zheng’s killing intent was sufficient. Although his magical power was not yet strong enough, with the divine power of the Demon-Slaying Bow, the Ten Suns Body smoothly entered its second death calamity!
Moreover, there were additional benefits awaiting Qiao San, making him immensely grateful for that heart-piercing arrow.
The immortal Ten Suns Body did not awaken immediately. When the blood from his chest soaked into the “tattered book” he carried, a line of strange characters floated out from the book.
“To master the Ghost Scripture, a blade must pierce the heart; shed the mortal flesh, and enter the ghost realm!”
“Book Spirit greets the master!” A halo suddenly appeared in Qiao San’s spiritual realm. No matter the time, the Book Spirit always spoke in a flat, monotonous tone: “Master, you can now cultivate the ‘Ghost Scripture’!”
“Whoosh…” Qiao San’s spirit, still dazed by the invisible arrow, had not yet reacted when a series of strange characters flew out from the light sphere, filling the illusory realm like thousands of dancing silver snakes. Then, with a swoosh, they all converged into the top of his spirit’s head.
“Ah! Book Spirit, what have you done to me?” Qiao San’s spirit head suddenly swelled tenfold, the sensation of expansion making the rogue spirit jump up in a comical manner.
“Reporting to the master, the Book Spirit has merely engraved the words of the Ghost Scripture into your life imprint. You now possess the first layer of Ghost Scripture power. As for the subsequent spells, the Book Spirit will explain them in detail when necessary!”
At this point, the Book Spirit, now in a vague human form, actually showed a slight change in tone, sighing softly, “It’s a pity the master’s unique constitution prevents him from completely abandoning the obstructive mortal body. Fortunately, he can still barely cultivate the supreme ghost path! Master, the Book Spirit is tired, farewell!”
—The key has arrived! The key to unlocking the treasure of the Ten Suns Body has finally descended from the heavens!
Miracles continue, and wonders always unfold.
Just as the wound on Qiao San’s chest completely disappeared, the glowing “Ghost Scripture” flowed like water into his heart.
“Ugh!” A low groan lingered on Qiao San’s lips. After the strange dream passed, he slowly opened his eyes. This time, the scenes from the dream did not vanish; even the previous “dreams” broke through the barriers, clearly reflecting in his still dazed mind.
“Huh, how can this be? Could it be that Twelve is really…”
Countless doubts flooded his mind, too many unanswered questions tangled in his heart. But Qiao San, with a slight frown, did not stop. His sister-in-law was his only concern; saving his beloved woman came first.
As soon as his large hand grasped the rope of the flying claw, Qiao San’s heart inexplicably trembled. The strange dream once again surged into his mind, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not erase it.
Damn! Could these dreams be real?!
With a tentative thought, Qiao San silently recited the incantation he had learned in the dream. Finally, with a mix of curiosity and doubt, he softly chanted, “Ghost Cloud—”
As the words still echoed around him, Qiao San felt a jolt beneath his feet, lifted by a force. Caught off guard, he stumbled forward and fell onto—a mass of gray mist.
Heh, heh… It was indeed a sneaky “Ghost Cloud,” not descending from the sky but emerging from the ground, startling the ascending Qiao San, who turned pale.
Looking down at the shrinking ground, Qiao San couldn’t help but laugh heartily, “Ha, ha… I can fly, I can fly…”
So the strange dream was real! There really is such a thing as the “Ghost Scripture”!
The rogue scoundrel disrespectfully referred to the celestial book as a “thing,” his heart overjoyed. Having tasted the joy of flight, he tried chanting the incantation again, then commanded with barely contained excitement, “…Fly up!”
“Thud!” A dull sound echoed, the mountain wall trembled, and Qiao San slammed hard into it, his limbs splayed out, stars dancing before his eyes as he fell to the ground, mixed with gravel.
“Damn it! I chanted the wrong incantation!” After a while, the bruised and battered Qiao San lamented with regret, then seriously thought it over before once again lying down on the Ghost Cloud.
“Ghost Cloud, up! Thud!” Determined, he—crashed into the mountain wall for the second time!
“Damn it, does this thing have a directional problem?! Ugh…” Qiao San was full of doubts about the Ghost Cloud he had summoned. After circling the sneaky cloud several times, he finally had a brainstorm.
Since every time he commanded “up,” it went left, he decided to adapt and change. Heh, heh…
“Left! Boom!” This time, the Ghost Cloud obeyed perfectly, carrying its new master into a third collision with the mountain wall.
Qiao San, like a gecko, clung to the mountain wall for a few seconds before crashing to the ground. After three attempts, the hard stone wall finally bore Qiao San’s unique signature—a human-shaped indentation!
“Ugh… I quit!” Seeing the Ghost Cloud still trying to get under his feet, the self-proclaimed bold master was terrified, desperately dodging the ghostly thing!
“Sigh! Master, you haven’t yet performed the blood ritual to claim ownership. How can the Ghost Cloud obey you?!”
At that moment, Qiao San’s mind echoed with the somewhat weak voice of the Book Spirit. The magical spirit appeared in the real world for the first time, its words filled with helplessness, complaining with a human-like tone, “Master, the Book Spirit told you to study the Taoist scriptures diligently, but you refused. Now, even the simplest…”
“Stop—” Rogue Three shouted at the air, having experienced the Book Spirit’s nagging before, he quickly tried to appease it with a smile, “Good Book Spirit, tell me quickly, how do I tame this thing?”
“Master, you’re too foolish! Sigh…”
After lamenting, the Book Spirit still explained in detail, “Channel your magical power… yes, force out a drop of heart’s blood, then… well, merge the heart’s blood with the cloud! There, now it’s your exclusive Ghost Cloud!”
With the help concluded, the Book Spirit, who loved to teach, fell back into its old habits, “Master, your magical power already surpasses that of ordinary immortals, but you don’t know how to use it. Even a novice cultivator could defeat you! Sigh… Can’t you study diligently? Give the Book Spirit some peace…”
“Stop—” Qiao San was both amused and exasperated. For a moment, he felt as if he had returned to ten years ago, when his mother often scolded him like this. But now, he didn’t like this feeling, especially not from a spirit, “Book Spirit, please go back! See you later!”
—The key has arrived! The key to unlocking the treasure that is the Ten-Sun Body had finally descended from the heavens!
Miracles continued, and wonders kept unfolding.
At the very moment Qiao San’s wound vanished completely, the Ghost Sutra, glowing with radiant light, flowed like water and seeped into his heart.
“Ugh!” A lingering groan of shock trembled on Qiao San’s lips. As the strange dream faded, he slowly opened his eyes. This time, the dream imagery did not vanish as usual. Even the previous dream sequences broke through their barriers, clearly reflected in his still-dazed mind.
“Huh? How could this be?! Could it be that Twelve really is…”
Countless doubts flooded his mind, entangling his heart with too many unresolved questions. Yet, furrowing his brows, Qiao San did not stop moving. His only concern was his sister-in-law. He had to save the woman he loved first.
Just as his big hand grabbed the rope of the flying claw, a strange tremor rippled through Qiao San’s heart. Once again, the bizarre dream surged into his mind, no matter how hard he tried to erase it.
Damn! Could these dreams actually be real?!
Trying it out on a whim, Qiao San silently recited the incantation he had learned in his dream. Finally, filled with curiosity and doubt, he softly chanted, “Ghost Cloud—”
Before the words had even faded from the air, Qiao San suddenly felt a tremor beneath his feet. A force lifted him upward. Taken by surprise, he stumbled forward and fell—onto a grayish cloud-like mass.
Haha… Indeed, it was a sly and sneaky “Ghost Cloud,” not descending from the sky, but rising up from the earth, nearly scaring Qiao San to death as he ascended.
Looking down at the shrinking landscape beneath him, Qiao San couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Haha… I can fly! I can fly!”
So the strange dream had been real! And the Ghost Sutra truly existed!
The rogue, with no respect at all for the celestial book, joyfully referred to it as a “thing,” ecstatic with excitement. He tried flying again, chanting the spell once more, then, barely containing his excitement, commanded, “…Rise higher!”
With a dull thud, the mountain wall trembled, and Qiao San slammed into it hard. Sprawled out with stars dancing before his eyes, he fell heavily to the ground along with a cascade of gravel.
“Damn it! I must’ve mispronounced the spell!” After a while, a bruised and battered Qiao San groaned in regret, then thought carefully before once again lying atop the Ghost Cloud.
“Ghost Cloud, rise!” *Boom!* And once again, he crashed into the mountain wall.
“Damn it! Could this thing have a problem with direction?!” Qiao San eyed the Ghost Cloud suspiciously, circling it several times. Finally, he had an idea.
Since every time he said “rise,” it veered left, he decided to adjust accordingly. Hehe…
“Left! Boom!” This time, the Ghost Cloud obeyed perfectly, carrying its new master on a wild third collision with the mountain wall.
Qiao San clung to the wall like a gecko for a few seconds before crashing down. After three attempts, the hard stone finally bore Qiao San’s unique signature—a human-shaped indentation!
“Wah… I’m not playing anymore!” As the Ghost Cloud tried to slip beneath his feet again, the so-called “bold” master, Qiao San, dodged frantically in terror.
“Ah! Master, you haven’t even performed blood-binding yet. How could the Ghost Cloud obey you?!”
Just then, Qiao San heard the book spirit’s faint voice echo in his mind. For the first time, the magical spirit appeared in the real world, speaking with exasperation and a very human-like tone of complaint: “Master, I told you to study the Daoist texts diligently, but you refused. Look, now you can’t even control the simplest…”
“Stop!” The mischievous Qiao San shouted into the air, having experienced the book spirit’s long-windedness before. He quickly tried to appease it with a smile: “Okay, dear Spirit, just tell me quickly how to control this thing!”
“Master, you’re just too slow-witted! Sigh…”
After a moment of lamenting, the book spirit finally explained in detail: “Circulate your magical energy… yes, force out a drop of your heart’s blood, then… hmm, merge that blood into the cloud mass! There, now it’s officially your personal Ghost Cloud!”
After finishing its explanation, the ever-pedantic book spirit fell back into its old habits: “Master, your magical power already surpasses that of an ordinary loose immortal, but you don’t know how to use it. You couldn’t even defeat a cultivator who hasn’t even achieved immortality! Sigh… why can’t you just study diligently? Let me have some peace of mind…”
“Stop!” Qiao San smiled bitterly. Just moments ago, he had momentarily felt as though he had returned to ten years ago, when his mother used to scold him like this. However, he no longer enjoyed that feeling, especially not when coming from a magical spirit.
“Book Spirit, please go back now! We’ll meet again later!”
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