Yan Chixia had no desire to waste a single word on this bookworm. Having spent more than half a year at Lanruo Temple, he knew better than anyone what kind of people these female ghosts were.
The thousand-year-old tree demon dispatched numerous female ghosts under its command to seduce passersby, drain their yang energy, and kill them. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it an old hag who forces people into prostitution. Yet, the tree demon, acting like a prostitute, still tries to maintain a virtuous image, preferring to call it: "I only harm those with evil thoughts."
Damn, imagine a bunch of beautiful women stripping naked and beckoning to you in a room, then using their magic to cast seductive spells. What normal man could resist that?
If it weren't for Yan Chixia's profound magical power, his ability to see through appearances to the essence, and his observation that those so-called beauties were nothing but skeletons, he too would have lost control.
Well, I've gone off on a tangent.
Yan Chixia deeply hated the main culprit, the thousand-year-old tree demon, and wanted to kill him as soon as possible. He also did not want to let go of the many female ghosts who were his accomplices.
We must eradicate evil completely and punish the wicked while promoting the good!
Of course, some might say that they were all forced into it, that they were all wronged, and that they were coerced by the Tree Demon Granny.
Pooh!
When a mudslide occurs, not a single stone is innocent.
For Yan Chixia, there was only one word: kill!
Hearing Ning Caichen's protective words, Nie Xiaoqian felt an overwhelming sweetness in her heart. However, upon hearing Yan Chixia's murderous words, her pretty face turned deathly pale.
She gritted her teeth, knelt down, and pleaded, "Senior, I know my sins are grave and dare not beg for your life. I only beg you to help me pass on and be reincarnated. I will be eternally grateful!"
Ning Caichen's expression changed, and he looked at her in disbelief: "Xiaoqian, are you really going to leave me?"
He was very reluctant to part with the beautiful female ghost.
Nie Xiaoqian raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears, and looked at Ning Caichen, saying, "Ning Lang, I'm sorry, Xiaoqian is no longer pure, I'm not worthy of you..."
Ning Caichen pulled her up and embraced her, comforting her, "Xiaoqian, don't say that. In my heart, you will always be so pure and innocent, so holy and noble..."
Ning Caichen's sweet words made Nie Xiaoqian overjoyed, and the two immediately embraced tightly, their love blossoming.
Yan Chixia felt nauseous at the sight. He waved his hand and said fiercely, "Fine, fine, you two get lost. But, you female ghost, if you dare to harm anyone again in the future, don't blame me for being impolite!"
The two seemed to have a love that moved heaven and earth. If I were to insist on exorcising the demon, it would be as if I were to forcibly break up a predestined marriage and become a sinner.
Furthermore, given the scholar's stubbornness, Yan Chixia, after much deliberation, decided to refrain from interfering and let him fend for himself.
Nie Xiaoqian seemed to hear a voice from beyond the heavens, and was overjoyed. She knelt down and kowtowed three times, promising, "Thank you for sparing my life, senior. I hereby swear that I will never harm anyone in the future. Otherwise, may I be struck by lightning and my soul be scattered!"
Ning Caichen's expression was complicated as he hesitated and said, "Big Beard, thank you. We'll take our leave now!"
Yan Chixia didn't even look up: "I hope you won't regret it later. Get lost!"
The human and the ghost left with profuse thanks, entered the lair of the thousand-year-old tree demon, took Nie Xiaoqian's ashes and golden pagoda, and then completely left the Lanruo Temple area.
Yan Chixia kept his eyes straight ahead, guarding Xiao Ning's breakthrough.
Sunrise and sunset, and soon three days had passed.
Xiao Ning's entire mind was focused on refining the thousand-year-old wooden heart, and he was completely unaware of the changes in the outside world.
Since Xiao Ning transmigrated here, and after two nights of cultivation, his cultivation level has recovered to the seventh level of the Acquired Realm. Even in the mortal world of A Chinese Ghost Story, he can be considered a master.
However, it is not powerful enough to deal with demons and monsters.
Now that he has obtained the essence of the thousand-year-old tree demon, which has transformed into a thousand-year-old wood heart, and with the rapid circulation of the [Dragon Elephant True Technique]'s mental formula, refining that enormous medicinal power, Xiao Ning's cultivation is progressing rapidly.
The day after tomorrow, eight layers!
The day after tomorrow, nine levels!
A Primordial True Man!
Grandmaster of the Primordial Realm!
Grandmaster of the Innate Realm!
Finally, he broke through to the Profound Realm of Magic Power!
There were no obstacles, no barriers, everything went smoothly!
With the help of the thousand-year-old wooden heart, Xiao Ning finally returned to the realm of profound magical power, saving at least several decades of arduous cultivation.
A terrifying aura erupted from Xiao Ning's body. His dantian area shimmered with brilliant light, and wisps of elusive energy emanated from his body, slowly condensing into a phantom in mid-air.
"Buzz!"
The moment the phantom completely solidified, it transformed into a gigantic phantom of an ancient dragon-elephant.
"roar!"
High in the sky, the phantom of the dragon-elephant roared to the heavens, its deafening roar echoing throughout the entire Guobei County area.
The enormous phantom of the ancient dragon-elephant stretched across the sky, seemingly roaring towards the heavens.
Its power was extremely shocking; the terrifying phantom seemed to possess the ability to suppress all heavens, making Yan Chixia tremble with fear.
"This thousand-year-old tree spirit is truly a kind person, a veritable treasure-giving boy!"
After a while, Xiao Ning slowly withdrew his aura, a flash of divine light appeared in his eyes, then he returned to normal. He stared at the changes within his body and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The boundless golden magical power, thick as mercury syrup, flowed slowly through the meridians, strengthening every corner of the body, making the skin and bones golden and radiant.
At this moment, in the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, Xiao Ning was fearless.